daughter in power

Chapter 215
There was no more sound in the room.

Qiqi and Xia Xi stood in front of the railing under the corridor, looking at the sky and night, it really was dark.

The two sighed, both satisfied and disappointed.

Qiqi shook her head, raised her feet and took a step, but Xia Xi grabbed her fingers.

He doesn't use a wheelchair and is a head taller than her.

Standing beside her at this moment, his unique aura rushed towards her face, which really caught her off guard.

Startled, she took a step back subconsciously, but was embraced by him with both hands.

With similar skin, he asked, "Do you feel wronged?"

She didn't know why he asked such a sentence, but she nodded honestly.

After a while, he hurriedly shook his head again, and said happily: "No way, you see, the child has eaten all the birthday noodles I made."

"Heh..." Someone's laughter sounded in my ear, the smile was very gentle and calm: "He is so young, he finished eating the birthday noodles you made, just because the noodles are more delicious."

He raised his head and looked at her: "It's good that he likes the noodles he made. At least, he never showed any kindness to me."

The husband and wife were talking about the excitement of the young master, and there was a slight illusion in a trance.

It seems that the child has never left their side.

Has been living in this gorgeous Yangxi Palace.

Of course, this is just an illusion.

June [-]th, the weather is hot.

After the child went to bed, Qiqi specially sent another basin of ice sculptures in. To prevent the young master from getting too hot, he opened the window for a while, covered it carefully with screens, then took out the child's clothes and washed them by hand.

She washed the child's clothes one by one, but her mood was warm and happy like never before.

Even though their children's clothes filled the closets and their servants filled the palace gate, she still wanted to clean up everything for him.

Xia Xi reviewed the memorial in the side hall.

Seeing her pack up and enter the door, she smiled slightly: "Washed?"

She nodded.

He stood up from his seat, stretched out his hand to hold her fingers, and said in a low voice, "Let's rest too."

At the enthronement ceremony today, she knew that there were some questions she could not ask.

But right now it's just the husband and wife, and it's his first day of recovery, so she can't help but be curious.

She turned her head to look at his flirtatious face, and asked Chi: "What's the matter with your legs? Isn't it... You need a wheelchair?"

He smiled, took her hand and walked quickly, refusing to explain.

Walking all the way into the bedroom, I saw that the four walls were covered with pepper powder, and the air was full of fragrance.

The color is also pink and gratifying.

The dragon and phoenix candles were burning quietly, and the bed had already been sprinkled with red dates, walnuts and peanuts.

Because the skin has long been dyed bright red, it looks extraordinarily beautiful under the light.

She was surprised that everything was still the same when she went out in the morning, but it changed in just one day.

He laughed: "The queen's entry into the pepper room means that no one in the harem can match her dominance, that she will have many sons and many blessings, and that she will live in peace and prosperity. You are a mother of the world, and you are worthy of your name."

Since ancient times, the queen's mother has been honored all over the world, and the good reputation left behind is all external.

It is very rare to see an emperor doting on the empress, and other concubines in the harem are inferior.

She smiled, feeling a little embarrassed.

He has picked her up and walked towards the bed.

She froze for a moment, then remembered that the two of them had already become relatives, so there was no need for another drink.

Just in such a daze, Xia Xi pushed her down on the bed.

The four eyes meet, and there is plain clarity in the eyes.

After experiencing life and death, why not go through life again.

The two of them had never experienced this encounter, but they almost lost their lives on this road.

Xia Xi said: "Qi'er, do you regret marrying me as queen?"

She shook her head: "how can I say that, I don't regret it."

If she didn't marry her, she would either be abused by the eldest grandson queen mother, or betrayed by her best friend Shuang'er.

Xia Xi nodded: "It's good not to regret it, because I never regretted marrying you. If I don't have you by my side, what's the point of sitting up?"

He said it very solemnly.

Her heart softened, and she turned away from looking at him.

The two were too close.

Xia Xi lowered her head and began to peck her lips one by one.

She dodged, but still did not forget to ask: "What's the matter with your legs?"

She was really curious.

In this way, after he kissed enough, he finally said: "Pretend, do you understand? Pretending to be disabled, everyone treats me lightly, just to earn a first-line opportunity."

It sounds like this makes sense.

She hesitated.

He had already leaned down, and said gently: "I have endured this for a long time for my husband, just to wait for tonight, you can't..."

She was startled, as if she had just realized it, with black lines all over her head: "I...my..."

She didn't know how to reject such an eager man.

Xia Xi's complexion changed, she frowned and said, "No way."

He reached out and touched her somewhere.

With a scream, she broke free from his big hand with a "Teng" and jumped to the floor.

The feet are cool, and the heart and fire are all gone.

She hurriedly put on her soft cloth shoes and fled like flying.

Behind him, someone called out.

She didn't dare to answer, and slipped away quickly.

Yangxi Palace was originally her residence.

Now Xia Xi occupies the master bedroom.

Slipping around, I never found a suitable place to sleep.

She turned her head and thought of the young master.

Simply, he also sleeps alone.

How can a small doll occupy such a big bed.

She slipped into the little prince's room.

The room was pitch black, and there was a small figure on the bed.

As if asleep.

She leaned over quietly, looking at his small stature through the quilt.

After confirming that he was in a deep sleep, she quickly threw away her soft cloth shoes and climbed onto the child's bed.

The child slept soundly.

Hearing the slight breathing sound, he was extraordinarily at ease.

She smiled happily, leaned towards his head foolishly and said in a low voice: "Bing'er, be good, mother won't sleep with daddy tonight, but sleep with you."

Her voice was very soft, like the warm wind outside the window.

The little child arched.

She hurriedly covered her mouth, for fear of waking him up.

In the dark night, after making sure that he was fast asleep, she took her hands away from her lips, carefully lay down beside him, not daring to move, and just fell asleep next to him stiffly.

The quilt was not particularly big, and she could only cover half of her body.

However, it doesn't seem to matter.

The night was silent, and I was tired of a lot of things during the day, but I couldn't sleep at this moment.

From time to time, I want to see if he kicks the quilt.

Although it is summer, there is an ice basin in the room, but it is not too hot.

She was afraid that he would chill her heart and stomach, and she would always worry about it.

Just fell asleep in such a daze, with joy in his heart and eyes.

Happier than being a queen.

However, the little guy slept peacefully, but there was no movement.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally fell asleep amidst her complicated thoughts.

Not long after falling asleep, half-dream and half-awake, a child's low moans came from next to his ears.

She opened her eyes in a jerk.

Turning around, the little child was curled up into a ball, making painful noises.

She was startled, turned over and sat up quickly, worried: "Bing'er, what's wrong with you..."

Stretching out his hand to test the child's forehead, it turned out to be hot.

She was shocked, got out of bed quickly, lit the candles on the table, and shouted outside the door: "Come on, send the doctor quickly."

Chunlan was sleeping in the outer room. Hearing the voice, she quickly got up and ran in, and ordered the other maids to pass on to the imperial physician.

Qiqi looked anxious, and hurriedly went to fetch ice water, but Chunlan stopped her: "Queen, this servant is going to fetch water."

She just remembered that she is the queen, and she no longer needs to do it herself.

Chunlan went out to fetch water, she stood in front of the bed, looked at Binger's pale face, and said anxiously: "Binger, is there anything else you feel uncomfortable about? Tell me about it."

The little boy opened his eyes with difficulty, and looked at her: "I don't feel well, I feel uncomfortable all over..."

She was about to burst into tears: "Did I eat something bad? Could it be that the noodles I made were not clean..."

She tried her best to find the reason, but after thinking for a long time, she couldn't figure out what went wrong. She looked helplessly at the young master, wishing she could suffer this crime for him.

Chunlan fetched water, she hurriedly soaked it with a handkerchief, wrung it dry, and carefully covered the young master's forehead.

He urged in his mouth: "Why hasn't the imperial doctor come yet, why is it so slow..."

She has never been an anxious person, but at this moment she is more anxious than anyone else.

She has never been a strict person, but at this moment she is stricter than anyone else.

At the gate of the palace, several imperial physicians from the Imperial Medical Office finally rushed over, all of whom were veterans who stayed on duty at night.

Several people hastily kowtowed to her, and went to see the young master on the bed.

But the young master refused to cooperate honestly, and struggled angrily: "My son is not sick, you guys go away..."

The imperial physician had no choice but to look at her pale face.

She hurriedly said: "Be good, Bing'er, don't mess around, you have a high fever, and you don't know what's wrong, the imperial doctor is here to treat you."

However, the little prince didn't appreciate it.

He was just holding on to the brocade quilt tightly, unwilling to be grabbed by the wrist, let alone checked his mouth and nose.

Seeing this, Chunlan became anxious: "Bing'er...why are you so disobedient, how can the imperial physicians harm you, how can you make a diagnosis if you are messing around like this?"

After all, it is a person who has been brought up with one hand, so the words spoken are naturally more direct than Qiqi.

"I'm dead." The little boy yelled loudly, kicking the quilt, and said loudly: "You all get out, get out... I'm not sick."

This unreasonable trouble is really unusual.

It's just because the little prince is not such a person on weekdays.

He has always been a reasonable and good boy, knowledgeable about books and etiquette, and likable.

Chunlan was anxious: "Little ancestor, if you have a high fever and don't treat the disease, you will die. If you continue to mess around like this, I will tell the general when he comes back."

The person the young master fears the most is Dongfang Xiu, and the person he loves the most is naturally Dongfang Xiu.

His expression changed, and he tugged on the quilt unwillingly, but refused to let go.

At this time, others may not know, but Qiqi has already seen the problem.

She smiled gently, and waved her hand to push back the servants, even Chunlan pushed back.

In the huge sleeping hall, there are only two people left, Young Master and Qiqi.

She changed the cold wet towel for him, straightened his wrinkled quilt, sat beside him, and said seriously: "Bing'er, you don't want to be cured, is there any secret that you can't tell? "

"No."

The little boy answered quickly.

However, because of his physical discomfort, he was obviously a little confused.

Now that those annoying servants are gone, his defenses are lowered, and he is naturally sleepy.

Qiqi couldn't say anymore, she changed the wet towel for him, looked at his reddened face, and sighed, "No matter what the reason is, you don't want to be treated by the imperial physician, but do you know..."

She paused slightly and did not continue speaking.

The little boy half-closed his eyes, turned his face away in discomfort, but still listened to the second half of her sentence.

"General Dongfang is still managing the trade at the border, and he can't get away, but he is most worried about you. If he knows that you are sick and refuses to be treated, he will be sad."

Today is the young master's birthday, and Dongfang Xiu did not come back, which can be regarded as the first time the father and son parted.

He blinked, shook his head with red eye circles, and refused to say anything.

Qiqi changed a wet towel for him again, and said softly, "Be obedient and obedient, cure the disease, General Dongfang should be back."

He suddenly opened his eyes, and said in pain, "Is foster father coming back soon?"

(End of this chapter)