Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Jiuli handed over the seven-point-scalded snow-capped Hancui at the right time, with respect and admiration in her eyes, and King Jing was very pleased.

"I will take you out for a walk if I have the chance. I remember that when you were in your boudoir, you liked to go out the most. But after entering Prince Jing's Mansion, you go out less often." Prince Jing became more gentle.

"It's naturally different after getting married. If the prince is willing to take me for a walk, I will naturally not be very happy." Jiuli lowered her eyes, showing her loneliness just right.

"There have been a lot of things to do in the court these days. I will take you out after I am done with this period of time." King Jing touched Jiuli's hair, "Princess, it is getting late, take a rest."

Jiuli pretended to be shy and lowered her head, but her eyes were actually full of disgust. King Jing smiled complacently, picked up Jiuli horizontally and carried her into the inner room. His steps were steady but he almost dropped Jiuli.

After a night, King Jing went out contentedly. In the morning, he did not ask Jiuli to get up and serve him. Instead, he told Anxiang to let his master sleep a little longer.

After King Jing left, Anxiang waited for a while before going in.

It was just getting light in the sky, Jiuli was sitting in front of the dressing table, Yingxiu put on two red gold peony hairpins inlaid with rubies for Jiuli.

"When did the prince leave?" Jiuli asked pretending to be ignorant, raising her hand to paint her eyebrows with indigo.

"It's been a while since I left," Anxiang brought the little maid over to set the table, "Master, please eat something first, we will be busy later."

"The prince also instructed me to let the master sleep more," Yingxiu said with a smile on her face, but also with a bit of disgust.

The prince is already thirty years old, how can he compare to the youthful vigor of the Sixth Prince? He thought about it in his mind, but did not show any sign on his face. He just spoke well of Prince Jing.

"You have good ears," Jiuli said with a smile, "There are two gilded peach blossom hairpins on the table, one for each of you."

"Thank you for the reward, my lord." An Xiangying bowed slightly.

"Are all here?" Jiuli looked in the mirror, took the white jade bowl held by Anxiang, and drank a cup of almond tea.

"It's all ready," An Xiang took the empty bowl and put it on the tray, "The two girls and the young man have also been brought here by the wet nurse."

In the small flower hall, several people were talking and laughing. They could live in peace when there were no conflicts of interest. But occasionally, when they looked at each other, there was a flash of swords and shadows. The prince was back, and a new round of fighting was about to begin. Everyone was an opponent.

When Jiuli arrived, all the girls were looking at the pregnant Concubine Li, secretly regretting that if it was herself who went, she would probably also be pregnant. Why did all the good things happen to Concubine Li? ?

"What's wrong with everyone? Is there something on Concubine Li's face? You are still young, there are plenty of opportunities for you to get pregnant."

"Concubine Li is pregnant, and the first three months are the most important, so there is no need to pay respects." Jiuli said and sat in the main seat.

"Serving the mistress of the house is my duty. How can I be exempted from it?" Concubine Li touched her belly. She was not like Shu Yue, who was spoiled because of her favor.

"Princess, you are kind-hearted, but please don't let that corrupt the minds of those people." Madam Song said behind her and looked at Zhu Shuyue.

"Congratulations, Sister Li. It's time for you to give your eldest daughter a younger brother," Concubine Zhu said with envy in her eyes. Unfortunately, she gave birth to the eldest son using a secret recipe, so it would be difficult for her to get pregnant again.

"Thank you, Sister Zhu," Concubine Li smiled shyly, "It may be a physical problem," and attributed everything to physical condition.

"If you need anything, feel free to come to the main courtyard to find Yingxiu. Pregnant women are most particular. Concubine Li has given birth before, so she should know all about it. Ask the palace doctor for everything," Jiuli instructed as a routine matter.

"Don't worry, Princess. I will definitely come to see Miss Yingxiu if I have any problems," Concubine Li smiled as brightly as a blooming crabapple.

"The same goes for Maid Shu. Although you are in the care of Concubine Zhu, I can't help but ask a few more questions," Jiuli glanced at Zhu Shuyue, showing the tolerance and magnanimity of a mistress of the house.

"Thank you for your concern, Princess. I'm fine." Zhu Shuyue gritted her teeth before saying this. The position of princess should be hers!

There was a sinister look in his eyes as he looked at Concubine Li's belly. It was enough to have her child in this mansion. There was no need for the others to exist, especially the bastard child of Concubine Zhu!

Concubine Zhu felt a chill on her back and looked back subconsciously, but saw nothing. She gave Zhenzhu a look, and the latter looked at Zhu Shuyue understandingly and shook her head.

"It's autumn now and the weather is getting cold. Children are the most vulnerable, so you have to take good care of them. Also, charcoal will be distributed in advance according to the old rules," Jiuli said, thinking that those who are afraid of the cold will use charcoal in advance.

"Thank you, Princess, for your concern," Concubine Li looked at Jiuli with sparkling eyes, "Princess, you also have to take care of yourself and give birth to a legitimate son as soon as possible," her words were full of concern and expectation.

Concubine Zhu lowered her head. If she hadn't known that Concubine Li was such a person, she would have thought that she was provoking the princess. She only grew older but never gained wisdom.

"I appreciate Concubine Li's good words," Jiuli was calm and had no emotion on her face, "That's all for today. This princess is tired."

"I'll take my leave." The women all stood up and knelt down and bowed.

After walking out of the yard, Concubine Li looked at her external brain, Madam Song, and asked her in a low voice if she had gotten into trouble.

"You still know? If everyone didn't know you had such a temper, I'm afraid they would think you were using your pregnancy to provoke the princess for not being pregnant." Mrs. Song said that she was really speechless and couldn't do anything about it.

"What should I do? Should I go and apologize to the princess?" Concubine Li was panicked for a moment and started to move around.

"Just go in private. The princess knows what you are like. You must remember this next time." Mrs. Song reminded.

"Isn't it enough that I listen to you? I haven't seen the eldest girl for a long time," Concubine Li stared at the eldest girl who was held in the arms of the wet nurse, feeling that she could never see enough of her.

After everyone left, the main courtyard fell silent. Jiuli leaned on the chaise longue and read a storybook, while Yingxiu sat beside her and copied the account book, occasionally doing some calculations with the abacus.

"The master is in good health and does not need to drink that bitter medicine." Anxiang said subconsciously when Jiuli looked over.

"Do you think I'm going to ask you this?" Jiuli raised her eyebrows and threw a chestnut into her mouth.

"?" An Xiang lowered her head in embarrassment. What else could she ask? "Master, just tell me straight. I really can't guess what you are thinking."

"I smell burnt food." Jiuli silently looked at the stove in the middle, "Why are you so absent-minded?"

"I'm thinking about something," Anxiang moved the roasted chestnuts, "Every year our family distributes porridge."

"So that's what you're thinking about?" Jiuli chuckled, "When did you become so sentimental?"

"I don't have any." Anxiang said, taking out the roasted sweet potatoes, peeling them, putting them in a bowl and placing them on the table.

"Sister Anxiang blushed?" Yingxiu raised her head and pressed her neck, "Master, there is nothing wrong with the account book."