But from time to time, some palace maids would be sent from the Qinzheng Palace to deliver some things to her Qingshu Palace.
Without Pei Lin around her, Jiang Zhili felt quite at ease. When she had nothing to do, she would find a few concubines to play mahjong and make smoothies together.
This time Jiang Zhili had completely fallen out of favor; even a passing dog could see it, but no one in the palace dared to speak of it.
The main reason was that Jiang Zhili had made these people suffer too much last time.
A full seven days!
Every day at noon, he would go to the Qingshu Palace to copy Buddhist scriptures until dark and after dinner.
Concubine Yi also argued that she was a conscientious enterprise and provided three meals...
They were really scared anyway, and since Concubine Yi was pregnant with the heir, they didn't dare to make any trouble.
During this period, the Empress Dowager also came several times. After seeing Jiang Zhili's rosy face, she breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time she was worried about Pei Lin.
The contrast between the Emperor's gradual weight loss and the well-fed Concubine Yi's appearance was truly a contrast of blood and tears...
Her emperor is probably doomed this time...
The days passed one by one, Jiang Zhili's belly grew bigger and bigger, and soon she reached the late fourth month of her pregnancy.
That evening.
Jiang Zhili took Xiaotao to fly a kite in the imperial garden.
She ran very fast holding the kite string, a few points faster than Xiaotao.
As the months went by, Jiang Zhili could feel more and more that his physical fitness was improving.
"Your Majesty, please go slower!" Xiao Tao was almost scared to death as she chased after Jiang Zhili.
At this moment, the kite and the tangled ball of string in the air broke apart, and Jiang Zhili felt his hand lighten.
"Oh, the string is broken," she stopped, looked at the broken kite string in her hand, and took a breath.
It's still a bit hot after running.
Xiao Tao's eyes followed the kite: "My lady, it fell over there!"
Jiang Zhili moved and chased after the kite. Xiaotao followed hurriedly behind him, saying "be careful" worriedly.
at this time.
Under the poplar tree in the imperial garden, Pei Lin, dressed in black, was dancing with a long sword.
As the sun sets, his shadow becomes very long and his aura becomes exceptionally cold.
His attention at this moment was all on his ears.
There was a sound of jogging footsteps, and a gleam of light flashed in his dark eyes.
It must be Zhizhi!
The other side.
Concubine Zhou, with her face covered by a veil, hurried towards the direction where Pei Lin was dancing with the sword.
She had spent all her savings to buy the news that His Majesty would be performing a sword dance in the Imperial Garden today...
[My dear children, guess who will His Majesty, who has been wasting away for her, meet first...]
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