Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 275 Pregnant
Fengan Palace was in a panic. The one who fainted was Princess Zuocheng. Princess Xianli ordered the maid, "Hurry up and carry Princess Zuocheng to the side hall and invite the imperial doctor."

After a lot of fuss, I got good news. The princess of Zuocheng County was pregnant. It had only been a month and a half.

It is a good thing to have a happy year. The emperor now only has one grandson and one granddaughter, and they are all concubines.

As soon as the emperor was happy, he ordered Prince Zuocheng, "Accompany your princess back to the palace and take good care of her. There is no need to go to the palace to cry."

"My father's kindness is so great." Prince Zuocheng and his wife saluted.

The couple returned to the county prince's mansion, and Ma Qiaoqiao soon learned the news. She was so angry that she smashed the cup in her hand on the spot, "She is actually pregnant! She killed my child, but she was pregnant with the child." ! Damn it, damn it.”

Her personal maid quickly comforted her, "Concubine, don't be angry. If you take good care of yourself, you will get pregnant."

Ma Qiaoqiao touched her belly, with a trace of cruelty flashing in her eyes, "So what if I'm pregnant, I have to give birth. She killed my child, she can never give birth to a child."

"Concubine, please calm down." The maid advised her carefully, "Now that the princess is pregnant, the prince is very happy and is watching her. It's better not to do anything."

Ma Qiaoqiao glared at her, "I have my own sense of propriety, you don't have to say anything."

"Yes." The personal maid stepped aside and said no more.

The princess of Zuocheng County could not cry, but other people could not, so they still had to enter the palace at Mao Shizheng and leave the palace at the beginning of Youshi.

After twenty-one days of mourning, it was time to send the Queen Mother's coffin to the underground palace.

On the day of sending the soul, the sky was gloomy, and the wind picked up the scattered money, paper and ashes, circling and dancing in the air, like countless desolate elves dancing in the air.

After leaving the city, the funeral procession got on the carriage. The procession would stop every ten miles. The funeral procession got off the carriage, knelt down, and listened to the ceremony officer read the road memorial. After the ceremony officer said it, he could get up and get into the carriage and continue moving forward. .

Tossing all the way up and down, whether it is mud or gravel, whether there is a hole in the ground or not, you have to kneel when you give way.

Halfway through the journey, several old officials and married women fainted. Fortunately, there was an imperial doctor accompanying them, who gave them two injections, gave them medicine, and continued on their way.

After coming down again to listen to the road memorial service and getting on the carriage, Zhao Wangshu couldn't help but said: "I always feel that there will be many families having funerals in Beijing next time."

Mrs. Yun did not answer, closed her eyes, and counted the beads silently.

When we arrived at the underground palace, the ceremony officer said, "Open the underground palace."

A dozen strong guards pushed open the stone door of the underground palace. The late emperor had been waiting for his queen in the underground palace for nearly twenty years.

"Kneel down." The official said loudly.

The emperor led the funeral procession with solemn expressions and knelt on the ground, "Respectfully seeing the Queen Mother off to the west on a crane."

After the ceremony officer recited the memorial inscription, the Empress Dowager's coffin was sent to the underground palace. The stone door of the underground palace slowly closed, and the dragon-breaking stone fell.

There are a total of six burial places in the late emperor's mausoleum. As soon as the Queen Mother's coffin enters, the places are full, and this mausoleum will no longer be opened.

The whole country officially began to observe filial piety. According to etiquette and law, there was no banquet or music for one year, no marriage for one hundred days, and no slaughter for forty-nine days.

On the evening of the fifth day after the Queen Mother was buried, Zhao Wangshu and Yun Hao were having dinner in the east bedroom.

Ah Qi sent her maid over, "Master, Madam, Madam asked you to go to the Buddhist hall after dinner. She has something to say to you."

Zhao Wangshu and Yun Hao looked at each other and saw doubts in each other's eyes. They couldn't think of anything Mrs. Yun wanted to tell them.

After finishing their meal, the two of them hurried to the Buddhist hall. In the Buddhist hall, smoke was curling up, and the lady was sitting cross-legged on the futon, counting rosary beads and reciting scriptures silently.

"Mother." Zhao Wangshu and Yun Hao called.

Mrs. Yun looked at the two of them and did not speak immediately. It was not until she finished reciting the scriptures silently that she said, "Sit down."

The two sat down on the futon in front of her.

"It's been almost a year since I returned home. I see that you are living a good life. I want to go back to the nunnery in a few days." Mrs. Yun said.

"Mother, what did I do wrong?" Zhao Wangshu asked.

"Wangshu, I want to go to the nunnery, not because I am dissatisfied with you, nor because you are not good to me." She paused, "I have lived in the nunnery for many years, and I didn't want to be involved in the red world, but Hao'er hasn't gotten married yet. I can't cut away these three-foot troubles. Now that he has married you, you two are in love, taking care of each other, and living a good life. I want to go back to the nunnery and practice well. Praying for my deceased relatives.”

"Do you insist on going back to the nunnery?" Yun Hao asked in a deep voice.

Zhao Wangshu had only been married for more than a month, and Mrs. Yun had taken refuge in the nunnery. What would outsiders think?
Outsiders would think that Zhao Wangshu could not tolerate his mother-in-law, forcing her to leave home and go to the nunnery.

He didn't believe that Mrs. Yun hadn't thought that doing this would damage Zhao Wangshu's reputation.

"Yes, this is my decision, you don't have to persuade me anymore." Mrs. Yun said firmly.

Yun Hao took Zhao Wangshu's hand and stood up, "There is a Buddhist hall in the house. If you want to practice meditation, go to the Buddhist hall or the nunnery. You don't want to go there."

"Hao'er, are you going to lock me up in the house?" Mrs. Yun cleverly guessed Yun Hao's plan.

"Wang Shu is my wife, the young lady of the Yun family. I will not let you ruin Wang Shu's reputation." Yun Hao said with a cold face.

Mrs. Yun defended: "I have been living in the nunnery, but it was only after you got married that I came back to take charge of the overall situation. Now that the matter is over, I will not ruin Wangshu's reputation by returning to the nunnery."

"If you want to practice meditation, you can do it in the Buddhist hall in the mansion. I will ensure that your meditation is not disturbed in any way, just like in the nunnery." Yun Hao emphasized his position again.

Mother and son looked at each other. Mrs. Yun looked at Yun Hao's determined eyes and knew that nothing she could say could change his decision.

Yun Hao has always been an opinionated and decisive person. No one can change what he decides, just like his father.

"Okay, I promise you." Mrs. Yun finally compromised,

Yun Hao led Zhao Wangshu out of the Buddhist hall, "Wangshu, I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't say sorry, but I should say thank you." Zhao Wangshu squeezed his hand.

Yun Hao insisted on not letting Mrs. Yun go to the nunnery to protect her reputation. Although she didn't care much, who would want a bad reputation if she had a good reputation.

"You go back to the courtyard first. I need to arrange some manpower here." Yun Hao said softly.

"Okay, I'll go back to the courtyard first. Come back quickly." Zhao Wangshu took the maids back to Linglong Courtyard first.

Yun Hao found Uncle Rong and told him, "Build a low wall around the Buddhist hall, build a clean room in the northwest corner, and build a kitchen room in the southeast corner."

Uncle Rong was puzzled, "Master, what are you trying to do?"

"To repair the nunnery, wait until the low wall is built, and then find a few rough women to guard it. Don't let anyone in and disturb the lady's repair." Yun Hao said coldly.

"I know, I will have people build a low wall tomorrow." Rong Bo said.