"Master, you finally woke up." Ershun, who was sitting outside, shuddered when he heard the voice inside and woke up immediately. He walked in immediately and saw that the master had woken up on the bed.
At this time, it was dark outside, and the oil lamp was lit in the house. The small courtyard was quiet. The master was not feeling well, so today was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the servants did not dare to celebrate.
"Master, do you feel better?" Ershun hurried over and saw that the master had woken up, so he carefully helped him sit up.
"Yeah, better." Fang Ziye glanced at the light in the room and realized that he had slept for so long. He asked in a daze, "Is it dark outside?"
"Yeah, it's dark. Master, you must be hungry. I've asked the kitchen to prepare dinner for you. I'll send the dinner into the room first. Eat something. You'll need to take medicine later." Ershun saw that his master's face was still pale. He knew how hard his master had been working and felt it was not worth it. But at this moment, he wanted to serve his master even better.
"Oh." Fang Ziye paused. He still had to take medicine, but he really had no appetite at the moment. He asked, "But there is porridge. Give me a bowl of porridge, but no more."
"Master, the doctor told you to eat more." Ershun had to move the doctor out. If he continued like this, he was afraid of his master... He
didn't dare to think about the future. Now he just wanted his master to eat well and sleep well, and wait until the time came to give birth to the little master smoothly.
"Okay, then, let everything come in." Fang Ziye waved his hand, looking listless.
Ershun went outside and gave a few instructions, and someone came back with hot water. He helped his master go to the toilet, wiped his hands and face, put on his clothes and got out of bed.
Dinner was also brought to the table outside and set. He carefully helped his master to sit down, served him hot soup, watched him drink it, and then served him food. Seeing that his master was unwilling to eat, he moved the doctor out. Seeing that his master was helpless every time, he still ate the food.
"You little slave." There was no blame in his words, but Fang Ziye smiled, and his heart was relieved.
Ershun saw that his master smiled, so he also smiled, and said something to make his master happy and coax him to eat a few more bites.
The doctor said that his master was depressed, which caused the fetus in his belly to be unstable. If he wanted the child to be born safely, he must make his master happy and not let his mind wander. He naturally knew what was bothering his master. As a slave, he could not influence the master's affairs. The only thing he could do was to take good care of his master.
After eating, his stomach felt warm. The child in his stomach seemed to have woken up and was kicking its little feet. Fang Ziye touched his stomach with his hand and curled up his mouth, showing his love and pity for the child.
At the end, he was really full, so Fang Ziye waved his hand to have the dinner taken away.
"Just leave two people here to wait, and the others who want to go out can go out and play. Ershun, go to the account office to withdraw some silver, and give two taels of silver to everyone in the mansion, and let them all go out and play." Fang Ziye did not forget that today is the fifteenth day of the Mid-Autumn Festival. He does not need to let all the servants in the mansion stay here with him. Let those who want to go out and play go out.
"......Yes." Ershun paused, lowered his head and responded, and went out.
There are lanterns on the street outside Fengdu tonight, and people are coming and going on the street. It is a lively time.
The moon in the sky is round. After waking up after sleeping for such a long time, Fang Ziye did not forget to worship the moon. He asked Ershun to place fruits and vegetables outside the pavilion, light dogwood to worship the moon, worship deceased relatives, and pray for the unborn child in the belly, hoping that the child can be born safely.
"Dad, mother..." Tonight should be a day for the family to reunite, but unfortunately he is the only one left in the Fang family now, with only a little slave by his side. The child in the belly moved, reminding him, the mother, that he still has a child.
Yes, from now on, their Fang family is no longer just him, and he still has this unborn child in his belly. Fang Ziye's heart suddenly has more expectations, and the gloom in his heart has dissipated a lot.
Today, the Yongwang Mansion is the most lively, the fourth prince Feng Lingxiao and Liang Xiang's son Liang Xijun are married, and all the people who come are high-ranking officials in the court. Although the emperor and the queen did not come in person, the palace's rewards were continuously sent in, and other masters in the palace also sent gifts one after another, which shows the emperor's love for Prince Yong.
Everyone in the court is a smart person. Seeing that Prince Yong married the son of Liang Xiang's family, they knew that Prince Yong might also be the one who ascended to that position in the future, and they all expressed their friendship to Prince Yong.
Every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is a wedding banquet in the palace. All the princes must accompany the prince to attend the wedding banquet. The married princes will also return to the palace today, and the ministers in the court will also bring their wives to attend the wedding banquet in the palace. Today is his big day, and his father specially exempted him from bringing the prince to the palace to attend the wedding banquet today, but Feng Lingxiao still brought the prince Liang Baojun with him.
"Prince Yong is here, Prince Yong's wife is here—" the ceremonial officer shouted loudly.
Prince Yong, who was getting married today, appeared in front of everyone with his wife Liang Baojun. Feng Lingxiao knelt down with Liang Xijun, "Your son greets the emperor, mother."
"Stand up. Lingxiao, today is your and Xijun's wedding day. Didn't I say that you are exempted from coming? Why did you bring people here?" His Majesty on the throne saw the fourth prince coming, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Everyone knew that today was the wedding day of Prince Yong Feng Lingxiao and Liang Xijun, the son of Prime Minister Liang. Tonight was a good time and beautiful scenery, and it was the time for the wedding night. Now they had indeed entered the palace.
Even Sun Houjun couldn't help but make a joke, and didn't forget to remind His Majesty to quickly give seats to Prince Yong and Princess Yong.
The palace attendants at the back immediately added seats.
"Please give seats to Prince Yong and Princess Yong. You two can sit down. Today is a day for the family to appreciate the moon. There is no need to be polite." His Majesty waved his hand.
"Thank you, father, thank you, Queen." Feng Lingxiao led Liang Xijun to the seats assigned.
Queen Sun called Liang Baojun to his side and praised her in a formal manner. He did not show any anger when he knew that His Majesty had arranged a marriage for Prince Yong with the son of Prime Minister Liang. He had a smile on his face and cordially took off the bracelet in his hand and gave it to Liang Xijun. He told Liang Baojun that after entering their royal family, he would have children for their royal family.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. Xijun will definitely live up to your expectations." Liang Baojun was a newlywed, thin-skinned man after all. When he heard what Your Majesty said, his face turned red.
Liang Xiang and his wife were sitting not far below. When Liang Xiang's wife saw his child, she stared at him without blinking. She wanted to pull him over to have a nice talk and ask him if he was doing well with Princess Yong. She seemed to have forgotten that her son had only been in the Yong Palace for less than a day.
"Fourth brother, you are so lucky to marry such a beautiful woman." The fifth prince Feng Lingrui had a smile on his face and said compliments, but the smile did not reach his eyes at all.
This Liang Xijun is not only the son of Liang Xiang, but also has a good appearance, which is rare in Fengdu. She is also a famous talent. Such a beautiful woman actually fell into the hands of the fourth son Feng Lingxiao. How can he not hate her in his heart!
Thinking back to when he wanted to marry Liang Xijun as the main queen, Liang Xiang tactfully refused. Now Liang Xiang, that old thing, married Liang Xijun to Feng Lingxiao, a waste!
Liang Xiang, that cunning old thing, took advantage of his father's favor all day long and didn't take him Feng Lingrui seriously. After all, his mother was the queen of the current dynasty, and he would sit on the throne of the prince. In the future, that position must belong to him Feng Lingrui. When he Feng Lingrui ascended the throne, the first person he would deal with would be Liang Xiang, this cunning old thing, so as to relieve the hatred in his heart today.
Feng Lingxiao was aware of Feng Lingrui's jealousy. Feng Lingrui had been causing trouble for him a lot since he came back to Fengdu. There was a hint of sarcasm on his lips, "Of course, marrying Di Xijun is the blessing that I, Feng Lingxiao, have cultivated for three lifetimes."
Liang Xijun, who had just returned, heard what her husband said. Her eyes suddenly lit up, the curve of her mouth deepened a little, and she lowered her head shyly. She called out timidly, "Prince."
"Well, come, sit here." Feng Lingxiao stretched out his hand and asked the person who was standing one step away to come over. Just to ease Feng Lingrui's worries, he was willing to show some consideration for his legitimate husband.
"Yes, Your Highness." Liang Baojun walked over and greeted Prince Fu Feng Lingrui and Prince Fu and several others beside him before sitting down next to his prince.
Prince Fu Feng Lingrui, this title was given to him by his mother. Fu means a blessed person, which shows the high hopes that Sun Houjun has placed on this prince. But Sun Houjun forgot that the more eager he was to push his prince to that position, the more the emperor disliked the person beside him coveting the position under his butt.
Feng Lingrui was stunned for a moment by the smile on the beauty's face. The jealousy hidden deep in his eyes, compared with Liang Baojun, made him feel that his legitimate husband was not even worthy of carrying Liang Xijun's shoes, and his heart was even more furious.
It should be him, Feng Lingrui, who married such a beautiful woman as Liang Xijun!
Sitting next to him was his newlywed husband, and there was a wonderful singing and dancing performance in the audience. Feng Lingxiao was a little absent-minded, and there was always a face that could not be shaken off in his mind. He picked up the wine on the table and drank it in one gulp. The person in his mind did not leave because of this.
I don’t know what that person is doing now...
Later, the emperor and the queen left one after another. Feng Lingxiao did not continue to stay in the palace, but also left the palace with his husband. The carriage returned to the Prince Yong’s Mansion. Feng Lingxiao got off the carriage and did not forget to pick up his prince.
"Prince." Liang Baojun returned to the room and saw her husband going out. She called out, and her eyes were full of shyness that could not be hidden.
"I'll be back in a while, you wash up first." Feng Lingxiao treated his Zhengjun with a gentle temper. Seeing his Zhengjun lower his head, he smiled and walked out of the room full of red, with an unshakable melancholy in his heart.
There was a bright moon in the sky. Is it people looking at the moon, or is it the moon looking at people?
"Let's go back to the house." After sitting outside for a while, the night was a little cool. Fang Ziye stood up, called the little slave who was waiting on the side, and stood up. Ershun stood up quickly, supported his master and walked into the house.