Chapter 48 Song Zhao is pregnant
As Xiao Jingheng's birthday was approaching, according to palace rules, each palace had to send palace maids to the Wanfo Temple outside the palace to burn incense and pray, to pray for the emperor on behalf of their masters.
Song Zhao originally planned to send Yunshan, but Xiao Fuzi said after hearing the arrangement:
"It takes seven days to go out of the palace to pray for blessings, and you have to fast for the first three days. It's very hard. Yunshan, a girl, can't bear such hardship. Why don't you let a servant go?"
Xiao Fuzi and Yunshan have been friends since childhood.
Although he was stabbed and his descendants' fortunes were cut off, he still had the responsibility as a man.
Ever since he followed Song Zhao, he has taken care of all the trivial matters inside and outside the palace in an orderly manner, and he has also taken good care of Yunshan.
Yunshan felt embarrassed after hearing his blatant words of concern, and said insincerely:
"You tell me! For the sake of my young master, I can endure any hardship. I won't owe you a favor~"
Xiao Fuzi also joked: "I didn't say it was for you, you picked it up for nothing. You are a girl, it must be much more convenient for you to stay with the young master and take care of him than for me."
Seeing them arguing with each other, Song Zhao was amused.
"I've seen people rushing to get benefits, but I've never seen people rushing to become monks or nuns in Buddhist temples. I think what Xiao Fuzi said makes sense. It's more convenient for Yunshan to serve me closely. Zhihua and Xiying are not my own people no matter what. I don't trust them."
Hearing this, Xiao Fuzi raised his chin towards Yunshan with great satisfaction.
Yunshan was so angry that he jumped up and slapped his shoulders twice, mumbling a few sarcastic words, and the two of them started arguing again.
The days in the palace always make people feel boring and tired day after day.
But with Yunshan and Xiao Fuzi by his side, Song Zhao would never feel bored even if the days were boring.
The next day, Xiao Fuzi left the palace and went to the Buddhist temple. At dinner that day, Xiao Jingheng came to Yaohua Palace.
All in all, Song Zhao hadn't seen him for seven or eight days.
He looked energetic and increasingly handsome, which showed that the Concubine Chen took good care of him.
As soon as he saw Song Zhao, he was very intimate. He took her hand and sat down in the warm seat and said:
"I haven't seen you for a few days. I miss you very much."
Song Zhao rarely showed his temper, pulled his hand out of his palm, turned away and said jealously:
"I thought the emperor had forgotten me."
"If I had forgotten you, how would I know that you played the pipa so well?"
Song Zhao's eyes flashed with surprise, and she said coquettishly, "Your Majesty, why are you like this? I was kind enough to arrange a program for your birthday, but you asked someone to eavesdrop."
Xiao Jingheng smiled and took her into his arms, "I miss you so much that I always ask people in the imperial court to come and see what you are doing. When I got to the door, I heard the sound of the pipa in your room, which never stops day and night. I didn't mean for anyone to hear it."
Song Zhaojiao snorted, pretending to be unhappy, and was angry with Xiao Jingheng.
"Just pretend that I'm wrong, okay?" Xiao Jingheng lowered his head and gave her a light kiss on her jade neck, and said, "The palace people said that you play the pipa very well. Bring it here so that I can listen to it too?"
"No." Song Zhao pouted and shook her head, looking both cute and shy. "I said it was a surprise for the emperor's birthday. If I play it now, how can it be a surprise? It won't be good for the emperor to leave me alone at the birthday banquet, right?"
As soon as she acted coquettishly, Jamel Xiao's heart melted.
He hugged her tighter and coaxed her, "Okay, okay, then I will wait for my beloved concubine to make a splash at my birthday banquet."
So many concubines in the harem were preparing for Xiao Jingheng's birthday.
However, everyone kept it secret and refused to let outsiders know, for fear of being overshadowed by others.
But Song Zhao is different.
She had long ago told everyone that she wanted to play the pipa, and she practiced every day in the palace for Concubine Yao to listen.
The more she did this, the more Jamel Xiao felt that she was a simple-minded person.
In the big melting pot of the harem, the purer and cleaner a person is, the more popular they are.
After the two of them had dinner together, Xiao Jingheng originally planned to take Song Zhao back to Chaoyang Palace.
At this moment, Jiang Deshun suddenly muttered something to Xiao Jingheng, and Xiao Jingheng said:
"Then you can rest well today. I will not summon anyone else and will return to Chaoyang Palace to review the memorials."
Not long after he left, people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs brought Song Zhao the best brown sugar ginger tea.
This stuff tastes best when you are pregnant.
At that time, Song Zhao was drinking warm brown sugar ginger tea while leaning against the railing and looking at the moon.
Yunshan speculated in a low voice: "It's been five days since the young lady's day came, could it be..."
She had served Song Zhao for many years, but this was the first time she saw Song Zhao's menstrual period was irregular, so she naturally associated it with the fact that she was pregnant.
Song Zhao said calmly: "How can it be that easy?"
In fact, she was also wondering in her heart, maybe in order to prove Li's guilt, she had given herself some arsenic, which led to the menstrual disorder?
To be on the safe side, she thought of finding a royal physician to check her pulse the next day.
The next day, after paying respects to the Queen, she was about to return to the palace when Concubine Yun, with whom she had never had much contact in private, called her back.
"I heard that you were going to play a pipa song at the emperor's birthday banquet? I just happened to have a rare copy of Huanxi Bixian, which is perfect for playing on a festive day like a birthday banquet. Take it back and study it."
It was hard to refuse Concubine Yun's kindness, so Song Zhao had no choice but to decline it disrespectfully.
She knew that Concubine Yun was not so kind, and she just wanted to follow her to see what tricks she was going to play.
However, after arriving at Changchun Palace, Concubine Yun didn't say a word and directly gave the song script to Song Zhao.
Song Zhao flipped through two pages and saw that it was indeed the lost second half of "Huanxi Bixian".
For those who love music, this thing is a priceless treasure.
Song Zhao hurriedly asked, "How can this concubine accept such a great gift from the Queen?"
Concubine Yun waved her hands disapprovingly: "We are all serving the emperor. Of course, the emperor's birthday banquet should focus on his happiness. Besides, I just asked you to use it to study, not to give it to you. You don't have to be so polite."
Song Zhao thanked Concubine Yun for her kindness and chatted with her over tea.
Unexpectedly, as she was speaking, she suddenly felt her stomach churning and she couldn't help but dry heaving.
Concubine Yun hurriedly stroked her back and asked with concern: "Ah, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Song Zhao didn't frown, but shook her head, "I'm fine, maybe I caught a cold due to the cold weather."
"I don't think so. You look a bit like when Concubine Chen and Concubine Shu were pregnant." Concubine Yun lowered her voice and asked, "I want to ask you, have you had your menstrual period this month?"
Song Zhao shyly shook her head, and Concubine Yun immediately said, "Oh! This may be good news! Imperial Doctor Zhao just happened to come to check my pulse, and he is waiting in the side hall right now. Can you let him check your pulse?"
After saying this, without waiting for Song Zhao to reply, he took her hand and hurriedly sent her to the side hall.
"There's still a fire in my kitchen. Let Doctor Zhao take a look at you first. I'll be right there."
After she finished speaking, she left, leaving Song Zhao alone in the room with Doctor Zhao.
Doctor Zhao looked mature, and he stroked his beard and respectfully invited Song Zhao to take a seat.
After covering her wrist with a piece of gauze, he began to take her pulse.
Song Zhao watched the expression on his face change from calm to joy.
After a while,
His eyes lit up, he was overjoyed, took two steps back, bowed and said:
"Congratulations, young lady! Congratulations, young lady! According to your pulse, you are already over a month pregnant!"
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