Chapter 233: His Majesty's Surprise
Imperial Physician Jiang had a bitter face at this moment, and he poked the Director of the Imperial Hospital, Wu, with his elbow. He felt uncomfortable in his heart, but his face was very calm. "Your Highness Prince Yan, morning sickness is a natural reaction of women during pregnancy. Only a very few people do not have morning sickness. At this time, you can eat sour or spicy food to relieve it." After saying this, he secretly glanced at His Highness Prince Yan.
Rong Jinchen naturally knew that women would experience morning sickness, and he had made preparations. It was written in the precautions in the manual, but Qingqing was feeling so uncomfortable, was there really no way?
"I don't care about these things. As long as you can stop your morning sickness, I will reward you with a thousand taels of silver." He looked at the two doctors with a sharp gaze and offered them a great temptation.
Doctor Jiang and the head of the Imperial Hospital were about to faint from the pancake. Although they knew morning sickness was incurable, what if? This was a thousand taels of silver!!!
"I will do my best!" The voices were synchronized and said in unison.
Weiyang Palace.
When Rong Yue heard the report from the director of the Imperial Hospital, he was so shocked that he lost control of his expression. "What did you say?" He sat on the dragon throne in a daze.
Why did his son Chener have morning sickness? Rong Yue remembered that he and his wife Yier had two sons.
Yu Fuhai couldn't help but feel his pupils tremble. This was totally unheard of, and he gasped in surprise.
Crown Prince Rong Jinyou looked at him in surprise. Achen didn't look like a member of the royal family at all.
The director of the Imperial Hospital secretly groaned in his heart, wondering if His Majesty would kill him for the sake of His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan.
But if he didn't report the truth about His Royal Highness Prince Yan's physical condition, he wouldn't dare to do that.
"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan is in tune with His Majesty the Princess. He feels sorry for her morning sickness, which is why he suffers from the same physiological morning sickness as her. Once the Princess is no longer suffering from morning sickness, His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan will be fine too." After he finished speaking, he lowered his head, not daring to look at His Majesty's expression.
Rong Yue blinked his eyelashes stupidly, "Prince, did I hear it right?" He looked stiffly in the direction of Prince Rong Jinyou, trying to prove that he had heard it wrong.
Crown Prince Rong Jinyou, dressed in apricot-yellow court robes, stood up and looked up at Rong Yue, "Father, you heard it right." After he said that, his father turned his head and looked at Yu Fuhai, "Yu Fuhai?" "Your Majesty, it's true!" Yu Fuhai responded reflexively before he could come to his senses.
Rong Yue directly threw the memorial in his hand onto the golden nanmu desk, "Huh... Dean Wu, you are responsible for researching how to prevent Princess Yan from vomiting during pregnancy. If you succeed, I will reward you handsomely." When had his son Chen ever suffered such an injustice?
But we can't blame Zhenzhen. She was also spoiled by Ziyun since she was a child. Now she is pregnant, so she must be feeling bad.
Besides, this is not Zhenzhen's own will.
Wu Yuanzheng still felt that he had underestimated the status of the Princess Consort of Prince Yan in His Majesty's heart, or perhaps underestimated the weight of His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan in His Majesty's heart.
To be honest, if it were anyone else, they would probably be angry too. Only His Majesty would love His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan so much that he would be so affectionate towards him and his family.
Wu Yuanzheng silently accepted the order: "I obey your command." As he left, he secretly glanced at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who had a calm expression.
Forget it.
This is not something that he, a royal physician, can get involved in.
Inside Langhuan Garden.
Su Zhenzhen looked at the light white porridge in front of her, a few plates of spicy and delicious side dishes, then looked at the golden blood swallow beside her, and couldn't help pursing her lips.
"Husband, I can't eat it." She wanted to eat it in her heart, but her mouth wouldn't let her. It was really a bad dumpling. She would wait for it to come out and spank it.
Rong Jinchen also had no appetite, but he was stronger than Qingqing. "Qingqing, try it. If you can't finish it, don't force yourself. Ask the kitchen to make more. You will always find something you want to eat." Otherwise, what if Qingqing can't handle it?
The man was now as angry at Xiao Tangyuan as Su Zhenzhen. Who told him not to feel sorry for his mother?
Su Zhenzhen felt a little touched when she heard his words. She didn't want him to worry. Besides, if she couldn't eat, Rong Jinchen would definitely feel uncomfortable too.
She encouraged herself and tentatively reached out to touch the white porcelain spoon on the golden blood swallow. As soon as she picked up the spoon, she couldn't help but "yue" again.
Rong Jinchen: ...
Early the next morning.
Su Zhenzhen's face was pale and bloodless. She hadn't eaten for two meals and vomited everything she ate. She felt very uncomfortable.
The palace's imperial chef and head chef prepared a variety of bland or spicy and sour dishes, but Su Zhenzhen couldn't eat any of them.
Just drink water to fill your stomach.
She couldn't help shedding two lines of tears, but she couldn't bear to make the man worry, so she hid in the quilt and cried silently.
Rong Jinchen was silent. He had actually woken up a long time ago. He felt so uncomfortable seeing Qingqing like this. The notes he had taken for the past ten days were of no use at all.
Su Zhenzhen sobbed silently and then calmed down. She wiped the tears from her little face with a soft satin pillow and then buried her head in the man's arms. "Husband. Should we get up?" Her voice was hoarse and at first it sounded like she was still sleepy. She straddled him with her long legs and hugged him tightly.
Rong Jinchen felt a sudden pain in his heart. He directly held up the girl's snow-white cheeks. She was not as lively and bright as before, and her complexion was not as white and rosy as before.
"Qingqing, this is all my fault. How about we not have a child..." Before he could finish his words, she bit his lips fiercely. Her movements were merciless, and the pain made Rong Jinchen hiss. He looked at Qingqing, whose eyebrows were raised, with anger in his eyes. The man explained anxiously: "Qingqing, I didn't mean to not have the child, but you are so uncomfortable, there is nothing I can do except accompany you. Qingqing hasn't eaten for two meals..." His eyes were red, and his dark eyes were full of regret and self-blame.
Su Zhenzhen slowly left the man's thin lips, and sucked them again with heartache. She leaned on his chest and said, "Husband, this is our little glutinous rice dumpling, I can't bear it." She added, "Besides, I really want to give birth to a child for you." It was not the kind of idea that she had when she was just getting married, preparing to give birth to an heir and then living a life of seclusion. Instead, she loved him and wanted a child that belonged to them both.
What else could Rong Jinchen say? Aside from certain moments in bed, when had he ever disobeyed Qingqing?
"I'll listen to you, Qingqing." He held her and helped her change clothes, then put on his own clothes and pressed the doorbell at the bedside to have someone come in to serve him.
After the two of them got up and washed up, Su Zhenzhen just tied her hair into a single bun, inserted a white jade crabapple hairpin, wore her casual brocade clothes, and went to the main hall dining hall holding Rong Jinchen's hand.
As they were talking, Rong Jinchen lowered his head and whispered something in her ear, which made her laugh. The two of them walked into the main hall and suddenly saw a man who should not be there.
The man was wearing a dark-colored brocade uniform, and his tall figure looked very majestic.
Su Zhenzhen exclaimed: "Father?" She was a little dazed, rubbed her eyes, and even suspected that she had not woken up yet. After she came to her senses, she hurriedly saluted and said: "Your son pays his respects to Your Majesty." Rong Jinchen bowed and held Su Zhenzhen's hand tightly.
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