Daughter of aristocratic family

The snow has opened, and the sun shines down from the clouds, reflecting on the silvery snow, shining brightly.

After Zhao Wangshu finished stepping in the snow, he returned to the Nuan Pavilion and drank a bowl of hot ginger soup. He suddenly felt that his whole body was warm.

"Take down the ninety-nine cold-relieving pictures." Zhao Wangshu sat down on the big kang near the window. "This is really a troublesome thing. I have to draw it every day."

"Girl, you have nothing to do every day, so it would be nice to have something like this to worry about." Hong Chang put the mixed paint in her hand.

Zhao Wangshu picked up a pen and dipped it in paint, spread some color on a small white porcelain plate, and filled in a petal. He first outlined a circle from the edge, and then bit by bit filled the small petal with light blue. .

Red means sunny days, yellow means cloudy days, green means rainy days, and blue means snowy days.

This picture was specially drawn by Qianer during the winter solstice. There is a branch of plum blossoms on the branch, with nine plum blossoms in total. Each plum blossom has nine petals, a total of eighty-one petals, which represents the eighty-one days of "counting nine days".

Each flower represents a "nine", and each petal represents a day. Every day, a petal is dyed with a color. After dyeing the nine petals, a "nine" is passed. After dyeing the nine petals, a "nine" is formed. Nine springs are deep.

"Okay, hang it up." Zhao Wangshu put down his pen and said.

At this time, Lan Fen rushed in, "Girl, the eldest mistress fell down."

"Why are you so careless?" Zhao Wangshu said and walked out, "Are you injured? Have you called a doctor?"

"Girl, put on your cloak, it's cold outside." Luzhi hurriedly called to her.

"The eldest mistress slipped while walking on the snow. Citron helped the eldest mistress, but the eldest mistress still said she had a stomachache," Lan Fen said.

Zhao Wangshu frowned, "Stomachache?" He slipped and twisted his foot. How could he have a stomachache?

She didn't think much and hurried to Song Yuanqu's yard.

Mrs. Zhao Cui and Mrs. Zhao Li were already in the house. Zhao Wangshu asked hurriedly: "Grandma, grandma, how are you doing, sister-in-law?"

"I just have a dull pain in my stomach. I've already gone to see the doctor." Mrs. Zhao Li looked at the inner room worriedly.

The road was full of snow, and the doctor arrived very slowly, but he told them good news, "Your young mistress is pregnant."

"Really?" Zhao Li asked in surprise.

Mrs. Zhao Cui said with a smile on her face: "It's great, our family will have four generations living under one roof."

"Congratulations to the old lady, congratulations to the madam, the young lady is more than a month pregnant." The doctor said with a smile.

"Okay, okay." Mrs. Zhao Cui smiled so hard that she couldn't even see her eyes.

"My daughter-in-law said she has a stomachache, will it have any effect? ​​Do you want some anti-fetal medicine?" Zhao Li asked with concern.

"It's a three-part medicine that's poisonous. The young lady is fine. She was a little frightened, so she'll be fine for a few days. She doesn't need to take anti-fetal medicine, but she shouldn't walk around outside on this snowy day," the doctor said.

"Yes, yes, you are right." Mrs. Zhao Cui nodded repeatedly and told Tong Xi, "Go and get the great seal for the doctor."

After seeing the doctor off, Zhao Wangshu followed Zhao Cui and Zhao Li inside to watch songs from the Song and Yuan Dynasties.

Song Yuanqu was lying on the bed, his face a little pale, but his eyes were full of joy. He put his hand on his belly, as if he couldn't believe that there was a child gestating there.

Seeing Mrs. Zhao Cui and others coming in, she hurriedly sat up.

Zhao Li took two quick steps and held her down, "Just lie down and don't move."

"How do you feel? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Zhao Cui asked.

"It's not uncomfortable, it's pretty good." Song Yuanqu said with a smile.

"That's good. You can rest well in the house. From now on, you can eat in your own yard. You won't have to worry about morning and evening." Zhao Cui said.

Song Yuanqu was also frightened and said obediently: "Thank you, grandma."

"It's Grandma, thank you. You're so kind for letting Grandma become a grandma." Mrs. Zhao Cui took her hand and patted it gently. The Zhao family was filled with joy. In the Prince Zuocheng's palace, there were screams. Ma Qiaoqiao was born prematurely.

In the delivery room, Wen Po and the maids were busy, their faces were full of nervousness.

Ma Qiaoqiao was lying on the bed, her face was as pale as paper, her forehead was covered with sweat, her stomach was in pain, and she couldn't help but scream.

Wu Jiaoxing sat outside with a gloomy face, holding a hand warmer in her hand.

"Concubine, please be patient and stop yelling. How can you have a baby if you don't have enough energy to shout?" Wen Po advised.

Ma Qiaoqiao's eyes were so painful that she couldn't hear a word.

Wu Jiaoxing sneered when she heard this and asked, "Do you think she can give birth to this child?"

A flash of fear flashed in the maid's eyes, she lowered her head and said, "I don't know."

Wu Jiaoxing glared at her and said nothing, but the cruelty in her eyes became more obvious.

She raised her head and looked in the direction of the delivery room, with a fierce look in her eyes.

This child must never be born.

The eldest son of a concubine was the source of chaos in the family, and she would not let such a thing happen.

As time passed, the atmosphere in the delivery room became more and more tense. The baby was not born for a long time, and Ma Qiaoqiao's screams became fainter.

Wu Jiaoxing sat there steadily, stroking the hand warmer again and again, "Isn't the prince back yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the servants greeting Prince Zuocheng.

Wu Jiaoxing pretended to be nervous and went out, "Your Majesty, you are finally back. Concubine Ma has been giving birth for a long time, and I am almost dying of anxiety."

"Why did you give birth in seven months?" Prince Zuocheng asked with a frown.

A trace of panic flashed in Wu Jiaoxing's eyes, but she quickly covered it up. She bit her lip and said, "I don't know, but after Concubine Ma became seriously ill, I didn't have to pay her respects. I will report to you early this morning." She said she was about to give birth, but I thought it was because Concubine Ma was weak and the baby started moving early."

Although Prince Zuocheng didn't know anything about the woman giving birth, he still knew about some of the dirty things going on in the back house. He stared at Wu Jiaoxing and said, "It's best that her premature birth has nothing to do with you."

Wu Jiaoxing's heart tightened, but she remained calm on the surface. She raised her eyes, her eyes flashing with a sense of grievance and determination, "Your Majesty, I am loyal to you. How could I do anything to hurt Ma Xi?" What about the concubine and the child? Although I am not talented, I also know the principle of prosperity and loss."

At this time, the baby's cry came from the delivery room.

Prince Zuocheng was overjoyed. Although he didn't have much deep feelings for Ma Qiaoqiao now that the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion had fallen, it was a good thing to have a son.

Wu Jiaoxing frowned, how could the child be born?
"Oops, not good." Wen Po's panicked voice came.

"What's wrong?" Prince Zuocheng asked.

The corners of Wu Jiaoxing's lips raised slightly, then straightened out.

Po Wen opened the door and ran out of the delivery room, "Your Majesty, the young master has no eyes."

"What?" Prince Zuocheng took the swaddling clothes and pulled out the baby's eyelids. There were no eyeballs inside, only a black hole. "How could this happen?"

"My lord, how can this be so good?" Wu Jiaoxing covered her mouth in pretense of panic, but an imperceptible trace of pride flashed in her eyes.

It's not in vain that she gave so many "tonics" to Ma Qiaoqiao in the past few months.

A child without eyes is not accepted no matter which family he is born into, let alone the royal family.

Sure enough, I heard Prince Zuocheng say cruelly: "Drown."