Dingjiangshan

Anqing, Changle Palace.

Two tall and thin figures shuttled through the vertical flower gate one after the other, and walked along the winding path in the back garden to the second gate of the palace.

"It's here." The young girl who led the way smiled politely, blessed herself, and stuffed the small sachet she had prepared earlier in the morning into the hands of the man behind her.

"Further outside is the outer courtyard. It's not easy for servants to go out, so we can only neglect sir." The girl said: "The consultation fee will still be the same as before. In the afternoon, a servant will send it to the sir's clinic. These are given by our princess. You accept it as you wish."

The man squeezed the sachet in his hand through the cover of his cuffs. The sachet was about the size of a palm, bulging, and to the touch were regular, hard lumps of equal size, heavy, at least 20 taels.

Satisfied, the man stuffed the sachet into his sleeve, bowed his hands in return, and hurriedly said, "It's the princess who is polite."

"Sir, it's hard work, too." The young girl is the confidant of Princess Changle, and she has been trained to be polite, even to a commoner doctor who came in from outside: "Accounting the days, our princess has enough months. It is estimated that it will be activated in the next few days, and I will have to trouble Mr. when the time comes."

The man quickly agreed, and said a few words "it should be", but felt that these few words seemed too insignificant, so he told her about the prenatal situation upside down for a while.

"The servants have written it down." The young woman said, "Thank you sir."

"If it is activated, just send someone to call Caomin at any time." The man also smiled and asked for a coincidence: "The princess has a lot of blessings, so the mother and child are sure to be safe."

"Thank you for your kind words," said the young woman.

She said and waved her hand, stopped a passing boy from the side, and ordered someone to send the doctor back.

The woman stood behind the second gate and watched the figure of the two of them disappear at the end of the bluestone path, then lowered her head, turned around and hurried back to the back house, ready to return to her master.

In the backyard, Ning Zheng, who was not in the mansion often recently, did not go out in the blue sky and daylight for the first time. Instead, he sat on the bluestone bench in the main courtyard, looked sideways at the woman beside him for a while, and stretched out his hand on the high swollen belly of the other party. Touched.

"The doctor said just now that the baby will be born in three or two days." Ning Zheng stared at the woman's belly thoughtfully, as if he could stare at a flower from the inside: "It's hard to listen to the lotus."

"Where." Shen Tinghe twisted the veil in his hand, trying to force a smile: "It's my good fortune to be able to open up branches and leaves for the prince."

Shen Tinghe's stomach has been more than nine months old, and it fell heavily on her body, and her whole back was stiff and painful. She only stood for a short while, and her legs felt sore. It was so powerful that it was almost impossible to stand.

But Shen Tinghe didn't dare to chase people away, and she didn't dare to ask for a seat in front of Ning Zheng, she could only stand here with gritted teeth, waiting for Ning Zheng to remember to "pity" her.

But fortunately, Ning Zheng didn't lose his mind for too long. For the sake of the child, he quickly noticed Shen Tinghe's abnormal state, stood up lightly, and walked into the room with Shen Tinghe's shoulders.

"It's cold outside, you can't stand for long with your body." Ning Zheng said, "You'd better go back and rest."

Shen Tinghe obediently followed him into the back room. The room has been rearranged according to the appearance of waiting for delivery. The sharp corners of the tables and chairs have been covered with soft cloth, and the bed curtains have been replaced with thicker and warmer ones. Two new quilts have been prepared, and even the smoked cages for heating have been moved into the house in advance.

Shen Tinghe sat on the edge of the bed covered with two layers of cushions, hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't hold back, and asked, "My lord... Will my lord go out today?"

"I won't go out today." Ning Zheng was in a good mood today, and he was easy to talk to. He scratched Shen Tinghe's stomach with the knuckle of his index finger and said, "I won't go out for a few days."

Shen Tinghe felt a little happy in his heart, but he understood that the reason why Ning Zheng was so talkative was not because of her, but because of the child in her womb.

As early as three months ago, she knew that the child in her womb was a boy - no, it should be before she was pregnant with this child, Shen Tinghe knew that she must be carrying a boy.

A year ago, Ning Zheng went out to seek a doctor without warning. At that time, Shen Tinghe thought that he had some hidden illness, and was worried for a long time.

But one night half a month later, Ning Zheng came back from outside in a hurry, plunged into the main courtyard first, and stuffed a prescription that claimed to "get a man in one fell swoop" into Shen Tinghe's hand.

"Listen to the lotus." At that time, Ning Zheng said to her with piercing eyes: "You are my lucky star."

At that time, Shen Tinghe didn't understand what it meant, but obediently took the medicine according to the prescription and recuperated his body.It wasn't until later that the child really settled down in her womb that she understood the effect of this child on him from the few words Ning Zheng revealed every day.

"I have already made arrangements for Fang Shushi, and the day is also suitable. It is really the right time and place, and the only thing that needs to be harmony." Ning Zheng said: "The next day will be an auspicious time, and that day will be a sunny day. At the third quarter of Shenshi, there must be a rainbow The sky is full, and the heavens will send down auspicious omens—our children will be born at that time, and it will be the harmony of humanity."

This is not the first time Shen Tinghe has heard these words. Before she was pregnant with this child, Ning Zheng had already thought about how to use this child as a sign to create an illusion of "destiny".

"But——" Shen Tinghe heard such a precise time for the first time. She touched her belly and said with some anxiety: "The day after tomorrow is the second quarter? But no one can say for sure about having a baby. It's an hour and a half from morning to night, isn't it a disappointment to the prince's painstaking care."

"No." Ning Zheng said calmly: "This child bears the great cause of my king, so naturally he will show up when he should be born."

As soon as Ning Zheng finished speaking, as if to prove his words, there was a sudden noise from outside the door, and the servant next to Ning Zheng entered the room with a tray in his hand, and put the medicine bowl on the tray. Shen listened to He's hand.

There was a whole bowl of dark medicinal juice in that bowl, exuding a bitter medicinal smell, Shen Tinghe felt sick to his stomach, and subconsciously pressed his chest.

"This is?" Shen Tinghe asked in puzzlement.

"It's an antitussive." Ning Zheng said.

Shen Tinghe was taken aback for a moment, thinking that Ning Zheng, as a man, didn't know much about the situation of a woman's pregnancy and childbirth, so he explained: "My lord doesn't know, as the time of delivery is approaching, there is no need to drink the anti-fetal medicine, otherwise if it suddenly starts, On the contrary, it is hard to live."

"This king knows." Ning Zheng said: "Tinghe only drinks, and this king will never harm you—after drinking the medicine, you can wait until the day after tomorrow in peace, and the good days of Tinghe and this king will come."

Shen Tinghe belatedly realized what Ning Zheng meant—he wanted to take medicine to protect Shen Tinghe's stomach, and only waited for the time he had set before he could let the child come into this world.

For some reason, Shen Tinghe twisted the veil in his hand, but he wasn't surprised.

She is Ning Zheng's continuation, and she is quite different in age from him, and she is not a noble daughter in Beijing, her vision and family background are always a bit worse than Ning Zheng's, and when she gets along with him, she is a little afraid of him most of the time.

So when Ning Zheng said that he wanted the dragon chair in Jingzhong, although Shen Tinghe thought it was really absurd, he didn't dare to say no to it.

Shen Tinghe has never been to the capital city, and she doesn't understand what those treacherous battles are like, but she is not an illiterate girl. She has read a few books since she was a child, and she always knows the truth that you can't have both.Ning Zheng wants to raise the flag to rebel, but at the same time wants to use "metaphysics" to maintain his orthodox name, how can there be such a cheap thing in the world.

"My lord." Shen Tinghe hesitated for a moment, then said tactfully: "However, even if there is a good omen coming when the baby is born, there is no way to announce it to the world and make it known to the world, so..."

"So what?" Ning Zheng asked back.

Shen Tinghe pursed her lips, not daring to continue.

"Listening to He, I'm too worried." Ning Zheng said flatly, "It doesn't matter if people in the world know or not. I didn't expect to use a mere auspicious omen to win the hearts of the world."

When Shen Tinghe heard that he was about to relax, he hurriedly said, "Then..."

"This king only needs a justifiable reason." Ning Zheng interrupted her, and continued: "This king only needs to win the hearts of Anqing, and then win the hearts of all the clansmen in the court. As for the others, as long as this If I win the battle, I will of course write the history books in the future, and it will be up to me whether Ning Yan is orthodox at that time."

Shen Tinghe didn't expect Ning Zheng to speak so frankly about turning black and white, so he didn't answer for a while.

"The people in Anqing Mansion depend on me for their livelihood, and all the land and business routes are in my hands, so there is no reason not to do so." Ning Zheng said: "The clansmen in Beijing seem to be full of orthodox morals, but in fact they have their own ideals in their hearts. It makes no difference whether Ning Yan or this king sits on the throne. As long as the person above is still surnamed Ning, they have a place in the royal family. If this king is really stronger than Ning Yan, you can see There will be a few clan relatives who put aside their lives to maintain the so-called 'orthodoxy'—not to mention that in terms of blood, this king is the royal father's son."

Shen Tinghe was stunned by the coldness in his words, and said stumbledly: "But, there are still people in the world... If the prince wants to get rid of the reputation of seeking to usurp the throne, how can he stop the people in the world from talking?" ah."

"The people in the world are all ignorant people." Ning Zheng said flatly: "They can know what the superiors tell them to see and listen to. Besides, this auspicious omen is not for this king, nor for them. It's for the history books."

"Throughout the ages, it's always not good for emperors to intervene in the compilation of history books." Ning Zheng said sarcastically, "But if this is the case, then there is no other way, right?"

"In the future, when this king ascends to the throne, under the fine brushwork of the history books, I will write it down in one stroke. This king is the man of destiny who endures humiliation." Ning Zheng said.