His Royal Highness the First Prince of Daliang

When Kang Ning woke up, he saw his mother and concubine sitting by his bed weeping, and his father was pacing in the inner hall with a haggard and sad face.

He immediately put the complicated story in the dream behind him, opened his mouth and wanted to cry first, wanting to lose his temper as usual in the early morning.But I found that my voice was hoarse, and I had no strength in my whole body.

He knew that he was sick again, and he had to drink those medicines that were so bitter in his stomach.

A slight movement of the child on the bed immediately attracted the attention of the emperor and concubine.Concubine Zhao Gui bent down, couldn't help but help her son up a little bit, hugged her in her arms, kissed his small face and hands constantly, and wiped away the remaining tears on his face.

She never cried in front of her son.

She always said that Kang Ning was young, so he often fell ill.It's okay, take it easy, and after two years, he will be as healthy and strong as his brothers and sisters.

Kang Ning already knew that his mother was coaxing him.Although he is not as smart as his royal brothers and sisters, nor is he so naive, he has heard those gossips in the palace that cannot be suppressed-he is a child who will not live long, and he is not smart enough, and he should have more knowledge than his age. Looks much smaller.

He once lost his temper, cried and made trouble because of this. Although he was often sick and suffered all the torture between life and death, he still didn't want to die, and he didn't want to leave this world early.He wanted to live, even if he couldn't rush into the white snow to fight like his brothers and sisters, he could hide in the room and smell the fresh air of the fresh snow that his father brought in with his hands.

But it seems to be getting harder and harder.Even though he was ignorant and ignorant, he instinctively felt that he was getting weaker and weaker.

The emperor also rushed to the bedside to see his youngest son.The little guy got sick, and the meat raised some time ago disappeared again, like a little monkey with big eyes.When winter came, he and the imperial concubine had been in fear for a month, and the youngest son came back safely. He also said that this time the doctor Wang's recuperation prescription was good, and he wanted to reward him, as did Ci'an Temple, and so did Qingyun Temple. Reward—they almost managed all the gods and Buddhas that could be dealt with.

But when the weather changed, Kang Ning still fell ill.He had a high fever and was in a coma for two days.

The sick toddler felt uncomfortable all over his body, even if he didn't have the energy to cry, he would still be sobbing all the time.Concubine Zhao asked her son what he wanted to eat, and he said he wanted sweet and sour short ribs.

But the options given by my mother are actually only porridge and custard.Just kidding, even if Kang Ning is not sick, sweet and sour short ribs are not something he can eat casually.

"The porridge has no taste..." Kang Ning looked at his father, wanting his own father to make the decision.The child knew how to handle his father very well, with slender eyebrows furrowed, the corners of his mouth pursed, a face ready to change at any time.

"The congee has no taste, so eat egg custard." The imperial concubine knew all about her son's tricks and never gave the emperor a chance to intercede, "Be good, my concubine will give you two small wontons to eat, and if you don't obey, call the imperial doctor Wang to come and see." you!"

Doctor Wang is the person Kang Ning fears the most.Since he was a child, he was used by the emperor and the imperial concubine to scare his youngest son.When Concubine Zhao said this, he immediately became honest and waited for his little wonton.

The youngest son is really not smart enough.In fact, if he is not obedient, Imperial Physician Wang will come over to give him a pulse check and prescribe medicine later.Seeing the noble concubine go to the side and tell the grand maid one after another about the children's meals, the emperor felt sorry for lying to his son, and quietly coaxed: "Ning Ning eat well, when you are well, the emperor asked Aunt Wang to make candy for you." milk cake."

Corning was more satisfied this time.He didn't speak, but rubbed his face against the quilt, stretched out his little hands to support the emperor's face, and gently pinched his father's nose and cheeks.

The emperor grabbed his son's little hand, put it on his lips and bit it lightly.

"Ning Ning," the emperor wanted to say something, but felt bitter in his heart, "Don't be afraid, father will always protect you."

Corning sighed.

In fact, he already understood.He can get everything from the crying of his father and mother, but health is something that even an omnipotent adult can't solve.When he was younger, he used to cry for the whole afternoon in his father's Qinghe Hall, asking his father to order that "sickness" should not harm anyone again.The emperor carried him around, from Qinghe Palace to Compassion Palace where the Empress Dowager was still alive at that time, and then to Duanyang Palace where the brothers lived, he was still crying.So the emperor said, well, I decree that all diseases in the world are not allowed to harm people anymore.

After his father gave the order, he was still sick.So he found that not all the emperor's words worked.

After eating and seeing a doctor and tossing a lot, the sky darkened.The emperor has rushed here since he dealt with important political affairs in the next court. Up to now, he has not eaten a few serious meals.

Seeing the youngest son fell asleep, the emperor and concubine were able to breathe a little this day.

Although Concubine Zhao was awarded a high position due to her noble family background, she was not favored very much before her son was born.At that time, the most favored in the palace was Concubine Yang, who came from a humble background and was not considered to be of good appearance.It is really that Emperor Liang Hui had a very strange pitiful psychology. He felt that Concubine Yang came from a poor family and was cowardly and docile, so he should take care of her everywhere so that she can survive in the palace.

It is the same now.Kang Ning was born with a congenital deficiency, because he was often sick, lacked energy, and was not as smart as other children.Compared with the strong and excellent sons and daughters in front of him who were both gentle and martial, Kang Ning was small and clumsy, weak like a lamb, and almost immediately became the emperor's darling.He loves his youngest son so much that he hugs him every time he sees him, asking for the stars and not the moon.But he doesn't feel that he is partial at all, and thinks that he is very fair to his children.

After her son was judged to be congenitally deficient by a pediatrician at the Imperial Hospital, Concubine Zhao almost despaired.She was not favored in the first place, and she gave birth to such a weak child, she could almost imagine Emperor Hui's disgust.Fortunately, she has the huge Zhao family as the backing, so it is not a problem to support a weak and sick little prince.

But if she can choose, she would rather be ignored by Emperor Liang Hui as before, as long as her health is as healthy as those princes and princesses.

But now that her heart is favored, she will not push away the father's love that her youngest son has received.

Here, the emperor and concubine are eating with their hearts full of worries, and they also need to comfort each other.On the other side, Kang Ning, who pretended to sleep for a while, remembered the long and strange dream before waking up.Because of his poor health, he would get sick sooner or later. Up to now, he has not formally studied, and only followed his parents and several brothers and sisters to learn words intermittently.Therefore, he couldn't fully read the strange book in the dream, he could only recognize half of the characters, and guessed the meaning by piecing together.

At this moment, the parents are not in sight, the brocade curtains hang down heavily in the bedroom, and the lamps and candles are covered with a layer of hollowed-out glass shades, only a tiny gleam of light can be seen, the room is dark and warm, and the imperial concubine's eldest maid, Huanqing, is sitting under the footrest Watch him, lower your head and slowly thread a thick thread.He thought of the plots in the books that he even guessed, and couldn't help being curious.

Huanqing grew up with Concubine Zhao. The concubine treated her like a half-little sister, and even prepared a dowry for her. When she was at a suitable age, she would marry someone she had long been optimistic about.Kang Ning knew that Sister Huanqing knew a lot about both the harem and the former dynasty.

So he held the corner of the quilt, hesitated for a moment, and turned over, "Sister Huanqing, do you know the Meng family?"

The lady in the palace was startled by him, and all the knitting threads in her hands were tied into a knot by the wrong hand, "Your highness is awake now?" What kind of dream was it that shocked me.But when she carefully observed his expression, she didn't feel like it—the little prince grew up from the ground she watched day by day, and she knew him no less than Zhao Guifei's own mother, "Did you not fall asleep just now?" ?" She grimaced, "Your Highness is pretending to be sleeping and lying!"

Kang Ning didn't answer this question, just humming along.

Huanqing put down the vermilion thread in his hand, leaned beside him and touched his forehead, then reached in with warm hands to check whether the corner of the child's jacket was smooth and rolled up, "Your Highness can't sleep, let's talk Son, it’s just that you have to close your eyes and go to sleep if you’re sleepy,” she said in a low voice, soft and gentle, barely audible in the dark inner hall, “Mother Song and Mother Ye are outside Hey, let them know that you don't want to sleep well, and they must ask Doctor Wang to give you an injection!"

After hearing this, Kang Ning immediately lay down. "I close my eyes." The child said in a childish voice, and the little hand under the quilt moved twice, pushing out two small bulges from the soft quilt.His eyelashes are thick and slender, and the way they hang down makes people feel soft, lying there is like a jade-like doll.

Huanqing patted him, his heart full of love and affection, "What does your highness want to say? The Meng family? Which Meng family? Pingxihou? Where is he in the west of Yunnan? Where did your highness hear about it?"

Although Kang Ning doesn't know who Pingxihou is, it's definitely wrong in the west of Yunnan. In the strange book in the dream, this Meng is in the capital. "What history is Meng?" He yawned slightly, "I seem to see a His first wife passed away. He wants...he wants to marry another wife. Ms. Meng is very scared and very sad. I saw such a story."

Although Huanqing knew the important officials in the court and the general factions, but by no means knew the names and family affairs of the censors, not to mention the history of Meng, she only thought it was an incomplete name.She couldn't help laughing: "Where did your highness read this story, or someone read it in a script and told it to you indiscriminately. This kind of heartless story is old-fashioned. Besides, you are so young, how do you know these things?"

"Why don't I understand? I can understand!" Kang Ning's voice gradually lowered, "I dreamed it myself. I know that Mr. Meng is a bad person and Ms. Meng is a good person. She..."

He is fast asleep.