Has His Royal Highness chased his wife's crematorium today?

Chapter 231

It was really cold in the imperial garden, Yun Zhao put on a big cloak, and had to take it off when he sat down.

The wind blew over, and she couldn't help shivering.

It is really cold enough, but there is no way, the rules are like this, this night I have to suffer from the cold in the imperial garden.

The palace servant behind him took a few steps forward and handed Yun Zhao a Tang Pozi.

The banquet didn't rest until midnight.

Yun Zhao put on his cloak, bid farewell to the ladies at the same table, and waited at an intersection.

Not long after, Xiao Changyin came over.

You can smell the alcohol on his body from a distance, but when you get close, your eyes are clear.

Xiao Changyin explained, "The wine is all spilled on the sleeve."

Yun Zhao stretched out his hand to touch it, and sure enough, the sleeves were all wet, because the weather was cold, and the clothes were frozen.

She walked as quickly as possible, and when she reached the yard, she asked someone to bring hot water first.

Then he pushed Xiao Changyin to the side hall to change clothes.

After all this was done, she had time to see her son.

Xiao Yandi slept all afternoon, but he was not sleepy at this time, sitting on the bed, looking at the mechanism lock in his hand.

Yun Zhao asked, "Where did this come from?"

She asked about the mechanism lock.

"The words back to the Crown Princess were sent by His Majesty." Qiuyue said.

In addition to the mechanism lock, there was also a box of gadgets. Yun Zhao opened it and saw that most of them were collected from outside the palace.

This is strange, he is almost like an enemy to his own son, but he likes his grandson very much.

Could it be that this is an intergenerational relative?

Xiao Yandi will no longer say "cool" repeatedly, but rather a childish but standard word, "Mother."

Qiuyue just brought a bowl of milk, Yun Zhao handed it over and fed him with a spoon.

"Little master's first birthday is almost here, but His Majesty hasn't sent anyone over to explain it. What should we do?"

Qiuyue's face was full of sadness. The first year of life pays attention to the week. This is the eldest son of the crown prince and the grandson of His Majesty. It is reasonable to attach great importance to the first year of life. However, the day is approaching, but there is no movement in the palace.

Yun Zhao didn't care, and took a handkerchief to wipe off the milk stains around his son's mouth, and poured warm water to rinse his mouth.

"Just wait, if it's time to do it grandly, then do it grandly, there will be no mistakes." Yun Zhao said.

When Xiao Changyin came over after taking a bath and changing clothes, Xiao Yandi had already fallen asleep with a small pillow in his arms.

Just in time, Xiao Changyin bent down, carried his son to the side hall, and then told the two nuns to take good care of him.

The emperor returned to Guangming Palace drunk, and prepared to go to bed under the service of several palace servants.

There were hurried shouts outside the door.

A nobleman named An, who was newly appointed by the emperor, collided with Concubine Ping when he was returning in the middle of the night, and then fell to the ground, red under his body.

The palace servants around the nobleman were terrified, and while they were looking for the imperial physician, they were looking for the emperor at the same time.

Shouan was even more frightened. The concubine saw Hong, so it was a miscarriage?

How could he stop the palace servants from coming over for them? Not only could he not stop them, but he had to help tell the emperor.

Shou'an kept a few words and picked out important words to say.

"It's not intentional to want to come to Concubine Ping."

"It's dark, and it's all for going back. It's also possible that Concubine Ping didn't notice for a while."

Shouan spoke for Concubine Ping, not because he accepted the benefits of Concubine Ping or something else, but because the emperor valued Concubine Ping.

Although not as before, always go to rest.

But the things in Concubine Ping's Palace are the best used except Yongning Palace.

The emperor reached out and pressed the center of his eyebrows, and hurriedly put on his clothes.

He has many heirs, and except for the eighth prince, all of them have grown up, so he is happy to have more sons, but now there is no one who has not yet formed, in fact, he doesn't care.

But he's always going to check it out.

When the emperor passed by, the empress had already arrived early.

The concubine had a miscarriage, this matter should not be dealt with by the empress.

Concubine Ping knelt on the ground and refused to get up. She didn't say timidly until the emperor walked in front of her, "Your Majesty, it's the concubine's fault."

The emperor pulled the man up, and gestured to Shou'an again, motioning him to move the stool over.

Until now, after sitting down, Concubine Ping finally let go of her heart.

It seems that His Majesty believes her.

This is easy to do.

The rest of the concubines who came here winked at each other when they saw this.

I feel that His Majesty is fascinated by Concubine Ping. No matter how you say it, Concubine An lost her child because of Concubine Ping. Not only Concubine Ping is responsible, it must be half of it.

But obviously, the emperor didn't intend to hold Concubine Ping half responsible.

But in fact, Concubine Ping was indeed wronged.

On this day, because many courtiers and wives entered the palace, she didn't bring many people with her.

She wanted to leave a friendly impression on everyone, that's why she was like this.

Unexpectedly, when she felt cold and was in a hurry to go back, she couldn't help speeding up, An Guiren just rushed over.

There are rockeries on both sides, and Concubine Ping couldn't dodge in time, so the two collided.

She was still gritting her teeth at first, and was about to wait for Mrs. An to apologize, and when she said magnanimously that it was okay, she felt a sticky right hand.

Looking at the lantern carried by the palace man, there is blood on one hand.

This is what happened.

The queen looked at the unconscious An Guiren, and her mood gradually became complicated.

She asked the imperial doctor, and the day was right.

But, impossible.

This child can't be the emperor's, so this is another beautiful person?

She looked away, ready to ignore it.

But she wasn't going to take care of it, but the emperor didn't want to let her go.

The emperor took Concubine Ping to the door, and then came back and stood in front of the emperor, "When nobleman An wakes up, I will trouble the queen to comfort her."

"And which imperial physician has been in charge of Angui's fetal portrait? Why didn't you tell me?"

The child in Mrs. An's womb is nearly four months old.

It was also because of her slender figure and her thick clothes in winter that no one noticed.

The imperial physician who was kneeling at the door hurried in and repeatedly said that he was guilty and asked His Majesty to punish him.

The imperial doctor also felt wronged, he was in charge of most of the concubines' pulse in the harem, and he never diagnosed that there was a child in An Guiren's stomach.

It's almost four months?

How can this be?

No matter how confused he was, he could only admit his mistake at this time.

The emperor asked the imperial guards to drag the imperial doctor down and lock him up, and then he left in a huff.

As for Shou An, he had to stay and wait for Mrs. An to wake up.

After the emperor left, the queen also left, and waved her hand to let the concubines who were staying here leave together.

So when An Guiren woke up, there was only one Shou An in the palace besides the palace servants who served her in the past.

Shouan stayed up most of the night, really sleepy and tired.

He yawned and wiped his tears and walked to An Guiren, "Your Majesty is worried about your mother's health, so he specially ordered the slaves to bring these."

(End of this chapter)