The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 483
She thought for a while, leaned over and whispered a few words.

Toya widened her eyes in surprise: "That's true."

"In our Central Plains, doctors usually suggest that warm water is the most suitable for pregnant women."

This show off of knowledge was overheard when I was at Uncle Yin's house.

A pregnant woman came to Dr. Rong to express her unspeakable symptoms. Because she likes to drink tea, she has always kept it in her heart. She never thought that today she could use it as an excuse to get close.

"Oh, I thought my body wasn't strong enough." Toya hurriedly pushed away the tea bowl, "Thank you for letting me know."

Liu Zhenzhen rolled her eyes and interjected: "Looking at Madam's stomach shape, it's probably a boy!"

The woman immediately beamed with joy: "Really?"

Concubine Liu was not talking nonsense, she copied the old doctor's rhetoric exactly.

It made Mrs. Xiaoyang Wang very happy.

Women's friendship is very simple, the two don't get bored with each other, and they have a common topic. Soon, the three of them are chatting and laughing, and it's very lively.

After laughing, Toya looked at Su Yingchun's moving eyebrows and sighed:
"Hehan said to the outside world that you are distinguished guests from the Central Plains. Now it seems that the possibility of hostages is higher."

Liu Zhenzhen's heart moved, and she said tentatively: "Second Madam, we..."

Toya waved her hand: "Hey, I know what you want to say, yes, Temur loves me the most at present, but don't you also have an old saying in the Central Plains that 'ruthless is the emperor's family', Xiaoyang is a tribal alliance state, and Temur loves me the most." You are the king of the leaders, and to the king, women are just a boredom thing, I have always recognized them clearly, so if he doesn’t tell you, I don’t want to know your identities.”

"Cousin is abrupt, I hope Madam forgive me." She bowed and saluted.

After all, she is the wife of King Xiaoyang. No matter how they can talk, her heart is always toward the country and her husband. How can she expect to persuade her for the hostages of other countries.

"Sister Su, don't blame me." Toya smiled, "Xiaoyang's women are bold, but once married, they also regard their husbands as heaven. I can't ask what Temur is doing and what kind of person he is. , serve him wholeheartedly, and give birth to an heir for him, that is the most important thing.”

Hearing this, Liu Zhenzhen raised her chin in discouragement, she was not surprised.

The concubines in the harem of Daqi's past dynasties basically thought like this.

And her "ambition" was all coddled step by step by someone.

"However, you know so many interesting things, and Zhana is still looking forward to novelty objects." The second lady thought for a while, and said, "Well, I can't help you with other things, but I can try to ask the king to allow you How about walking around in my tent?"

Of course, we can’t wish for it, and a step out of the world is a new hope.

She tried her best to maintain a calm posture, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "I had a great time talking with Madam, and I can relieve my boredom. I am very grateful."

I was secretly proud in my heart, now that I am like this, if that person sees him, I should praise him, he is courageous and resourceful, right?

The day of waiting to be praised seems to be in the foreseeable future. Fortunately, this coincidence happened, and within two days, the maid came to convey the meaning of King Xiaoyang.

Since then, the scope of activities has more than doubled.

It can be seen that the second lady's pillow wind is blowing well.

The afternoon sun is pleasant, the felt curtains and curtains are rolled up and tied tightly, and you can see white clouds when you look up at will.

Inside the tent, several women were sitting cross-legged on the kang, Liu Zhenzhen and Toya had similar temperaments, they were chatting about each other.

She twisted the silver needle and carefully sewed the sandbag.

The little girl, Zhana, was kneeling beside her, concentrating on it and not taking her eyes off it.

The atmosphere was gentle and calm, regardless of their status and standpoint, they got along very harmoniously.

Suddenly, boom!There was a strange sound, and then there was a woman's shouting and cursing, and it was in blunt Central Plains dialect:
"Can you lose your hand even if you move a jar? What kind of temper are you playing!"

(End of this chapter)