Reborn imperial concubine

Even if Gu Sheng chose the most spacious house in the village, he couldn't stand the violent commotion from the little scum.

This room did not have the wooden soundproof structure of the palace, and Pomegranate and the guards were outside, red-faced and scratching the corners of their clothes. After the longest period of time in their lives, the sobbing and crying of the princess finally gradually subsided.

On weekdays, Pomegranate does not need to do it himself, but the concubine did not bring any other servants with her, except for the coachman. She had no choice but to walk to the door of the bedroom, and bowed to ask the master for instructions.

Sure enough, after the ninth prince finished, he waved his hand and ordered the respectful girl to come in, and moved the princess to the wing to sleep.

Shiliu wanted to cry, but she thought: Your Highness, the conditions here are very difficult, there is no other bedroom to move to, so I can only trouble you, carry my sister out of bed by myself, and wait obediently by the side.

When she entered the room, she was taken aback when she saw the messy bed, and after a while, she figured out that her sister's breasts were engorged.

Shi Liu's heart ached for a while, and she wanted to tell His Highness the Ninth Highness not to mess around in the past three months, but the servant did not dare to presume, so she had to bear with it and change into a new bedding.

Before going out, she took a peek at the third sister in His Highness's arms, she was sleeping soundly.

Gu Sheng slept until dawn the next day. When she woke up, she was lying on the side of the kang against the wall, probably because she couldn't hug her through her stomach. Happiness rests on her chest...

Looking back, Gu Sheng rubbed his stomach nervously - it's been such a big month, and his back is sore from being tossed about, the little scum doesn't look like Agnie!

Angrily, she pushed away the pair of paws pinching her chest, turned around, and really wanted to punch Jiang Chenyue, but the little scum in front of her was sleeping peacefully, as if wrapped in the long-lost warmth and comfort, which made Gu Sheng's heart ache. Instantly filled with happiness.

Forget it, forgive the little scum again this time.

Gu Sheng moved his posture with difficulty, and leaned into Jiang Chenyue's arms.

A few days later, the imperial physician and a group of palace attendants rushed to the village with several carts of luggage.

This is a small village on the promontory. There are more than 20 households living on fishing. There is no room for visitors from the palace. The imperial physician and senior guards have to live under the same roof as the villagers. Next, the attendants set up a row of simple tents by the sea.

After the beginning of spring, the sun is getting warmer day by day, and the salty sea breeze is mixed with a pleasant atmosphere, but Gu Sheng has reached the most tormented period when he is neither sitting nor lying down, and his stomach is so full that he seems to be pregnant with two children.

It coincided with the celebration of the Spring Festival in the small fishing village, which lasted for seven days. A wooden platform several feet high was built in the center of the village, and a large flower group made of red silk was placed on the top, called "Poseidon Flower Group".

During the Qingchun period, the villagers would gather around the wooden frame in the center of the village early every morning, waiting for the village chief to announce that they were preparing for the competition, and swarm up to compete for the Sea God Flower Ball.

The winner who wins the flower bouquet every day will not only get a generous reward, but also get the "Blessing of the God of the Sea": he will not be attacked by waves and storms for a whole year.

The villagers firmly believe in this, and the enthusiasm for winning the flower balls is increasing year by year, but this year is different from usual - a group of strangers came to the village.

The villagers did not reject this group of strangers occupying their own houses. One reason was that the remuneration given by these personal guards was enough for the villagers' family for a whole year.

The second reason is that this group of people seems to be nobles in Beijing.

The common people couldn't tell what was noble and noble, so they felt that this group of people were all born with supernatural powers, and they could ask them to replace the males in their own families to compete for the "Sea God's Flower Ball".

Therefore, this year's flower group competition in the village is particularly thrilling——

The top personal guards of Daxia showed their skills, leaped to the elevated platform, stepped on the slender wooden poles, flicked and moved, and compared martial arts, which attracted the amazement of the whole village.

Gu Sheng was almost driven crazy by the noise outside the window.

In the late pregnancy, her emotions have been on the verge of collapse, but her rationality is still there. She also knows that everything she looks at now will not be pleasing to the eye. Even if the surroundings are peaceful, her mood may not be much better than now.

So she didn't express her dissatisfaction with the noise outside, lest His Highness Ninth Prince ordered to stop all spring celebration activities in the village - she didn't have the ambition to drag everyone to be buried with her because she was unhappy.

She got up and walked around the bedroom while supporting her stomach, then turned her head and asked Shiliu: "Why hasn't Your Highness come back yet?"

"[-]% went to watch the excitement."

Gu Sheng pouted, she has been eight months now, and the little scum still wants to go out to watch the fun!

She couldn't stay at home alone, so she raised her hand and handed it to Shiliu, "Let's go out for a walk too, and take the children to watch the fun with His Highness."

Pomegranate pouted——

My sister is trying to make fun of His Highness Ninth again. In the past half a month, His Highness Ninth has been standing or sitting, and occasionally in a daze, he has been scolded by the "runaway pregnant woman" like a grandson...

Now that His Highness Ninth Prince managed to sneak out to catch his breath, Shiliu couldn't bear to drag His Highness back to the "execution ground", so he hastily tried to persuade him: "There are a lot of children running and jumping around here, if they bump into you..."

Gu Sheng didn't take it seriously, "It's okay, just look at it, it's too boring to stay in the room all the time, and the imperial doctor also told me to move around more."

Pomegranate had to answer.

The scent of the fumigation in early spring was overwhelming, and Pomegranate put a thick cloak on Gu Sheng, and the two walked to the center of the village. When the competition was in full swing, the surrounding villagers and children burst into exclamations from time to time.

Gu Sheng didn't find Jiang Chenyue, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the striking figure of a certain scum standing among a group of village women in the small tea shed built beside him.

She quickened her pace and walked to the side of the tea shed, and saw the little scumbag coaxing a young girl in the village with a focused face: "You have to win these back, don't you? The mistake just now is that you shook it for too short a time. It should be like So... did you see it?"

The little girl nodded shyly, and took the dice barrel from the little scumbag's hand.

Jiang Chenyue raised the corners of her mouth, glanced at the village women around the table, and said seriously: "In the last game, you pay five, don't say I didn't give you a chance."

Sure enough, the village wives took out the last string of copper coins in their bosoms one after another, and let a certain super-grade scum cheat all their belongings without complaint or regret.

Gu Sheng: "..."

Did the little scum take out all the sins he suffered at home on the innocent villagers?

Honest villagers, you can fool them!

Gu Sheng supported his stomach, stepped faster into the crowd, walked to the side of the little scum, and said angrily: "You still have the mind to play dice!"

His Highness Ninth Prince turned his head in a jerk, saw the stupid companion's pouting mouth, and hurriedly got up to give up his seat to Aifei.

The surrounding village women who had just lost all their coins complained when they saw Gu Sheng.

When Gu Sheng first came to the village, this group of simple and enthusiastic village women helped her a lot, but now seeing them falling into the hands of her husband, she felt a little sorry, and hurriedly forced the little scumbags to return all the money to them.

The village women were still unwilling to lose, and complained to Gu Sheng: "You brought this person to the village too? He looks so good-looking, but his heart is so bad!"

All the village women responded in unison: "It's so bad!"

The little scumbag nodded gracefully: "Everyone is absurd."

Gu Sheng glared at him sideways: "This is not a compliment!"

A village woman raised her finger and pointed at the guards who were fighting fiercely on the elevated road in the distance, and praised: "Look at those people, you also brought them to the village. It is said that they are all nobles from the capital! How kind of our man to take part in the competition to win the flower group, how does he look like some people..."

She looked at Jiang Chenyue meaningfully, "It looks good, but it's useless."

His Highness Ninth Prince, who has been bound to embroidered pillows since birth, is accustomed to such evaluations, squinting his eyes and showing his small white teeth: "How do you know it's useless?" He turned his head and hugged Gu Sheng with a smirk on his face. , the corner of the mouth curled up in a nice arc: "Only those who have used it are qualified to evaluate."

"Stop making trouble..." Gu Sheng shoved the little scumbag away.

These village women are too shabby, she doesn't like others to say that her Ninth Highness is useless, so she immediately explained to everyone in a serious manner: "Those people are just dukes, there are many in Beijing, they are not comparable to my husband. "

"Yo—" the village women immediately booed, looking at Gu Sheng with a smirk on his face: "This is to protect my shortcomings? If your husband is really capable, why don't you go to snatch the flower bouquet?"

Gu Sheng couldn't hold back, turned his head to look at Jiang Chenyue, but saw that the little scumbag was also laughing with those people, raised his eyebrows and joked: "Because I haven't figured out the practical significance of 'Sea God's Blessing' to Gu."

Everyone laughed again, "If you can't grab it, of course it's pointless!"