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The third volume of Jian Jian is going to be a fan fiction of The Story of Minglan, but there are too many personal settings, so the changes are quite big, my dears, please be careful before entering the field.

"Brother, I sensed that there is a small world ahead, and it seems that there is only the power of rules, and there is no heavenly law. Should we go there?"

Looking at the round little beads in his hand, Tongtian smiled dotingly, thinking about Xiaochen'er's naive nature, which must be polished well.

Although the human race is weak, going to the human race for training is the best place to train one's mind and accumulate merit.

So after replying "OK" to Zi Chen, he set up many seals for her, came to the world barrier of the small world, took a look at her, and then threw her down to reincarnate.

As for himself, he left the evil corpse to guard outside the world barrier. After sealing himself, he also entered the small world. The only difference was that he did not enter the womb, but attached himself to a three-year-old child who had just lost his breath.

It was Gengwu day of the first month of the third year of the Qingli period.

Zhao Zhen sat beside the bed, looking at his youngest son's pale face, his heart aching. Could it be that God really didn't bless him, so he had to endure the pain of losing his son again and again?

"Zonghe'er, what should Daddy do to make you grow up healthily? Your eldest brother Fang'er and your second brother Zui Xinglai both cruelly abandoned Daddy. Your father really can't bear the pain of losing you anymore. You must be well."

After saying this, she wiped away her tears, tucked the corners of the quilt for her son, and after making sure that the quilt was covered properly, she walked out of her youngest son's bedroom tremblingly with the support of Zhang Maze.

When Nanny Li saw that the official had left, she carefully went to see her young master. The young master had been very ill during this period, and she was really worried that the young master would follow the master.

The next morning, although Zhao Zhen was afraid to see his son, in order not to leave any regrets, he suppressed his worry and sadness and placed the imperial edict he had given to his son on his bedside.

The letter reads: "The Emperor of Heaven and Order decrees: Grant the third prince the name Xi, appoint him as the military governor of Wuxin Army, inspector of the imperial court, and co-minister of the Secretariat, and confer him the title of Prince of E."

Feeling his son's increasingly weak breathing, Zhao Zhen carefully touched his son's little face with his somewhat "old" hands. He, who was always full of emotion, could no longer hold back his tears and they fell.

Thinking that the time for praying today was almost up, she did not even bother to wipe the tears from her face. After saying something to her son, she stood up hurriedly and ran towards the Yingxi Hall.

As soon as Zhao Zhen stepped into the Yingxi Hall, the little prince Zhao Xi slowly stopped breathing. However, when no one noticed, the little prince suddenly started breathing again, and his breathing became stronger and stronger.

In the Yingxi Hall, Zhao Zhen knelt devoutly, constantly praying for his youngest son:

"May the heavens protect Zhen Zonghe. I am willing to shorten my life by ten or twenty years, or even die right now, as long as my son can grow up healthy. I am willing to do so."

Zhang Maoze stood outside the palace with a worried look on his face. Although he was just a servant, he was worried about the little prince's serious illness and couldn't sleep at night.

For a rootless person like him, the only one he can rely on in this life is his current master, the emperor of the Song Dynasty and his son.

Others, including Zhao Zongquan, who was once adopted by Empress Cao, are unreliable. After all, their natural identities and relationships have determined that when the lord dies, the ministers will decline, and when the lord prospers, the ministers will prosper.

As for Empress Cao and the other concubines in the harem, although they all looked worried, their inner expressions were different.

For example, Empress Cao, the mistress of the harem, pretended to care about the little prince she was raising every day, but the jealousy in her heart cursed him every moment.

Although the favorite concubine Zhang Xiuyuan also disliked the little prince and thought he was taking the place of her future son, her second daughter, Princess Baohe, was not in good health and she was too busy taking care of her to think about anything else.

As for the other concubines in the harem, some thought of their own children who died young and felt sad for their kind, while others secretly prayed for the little prince in their hearts.

After all, things are divided into noble and humble, and people are divided into close and distant relatives. The future emperor will never come out of their bellies. Compared with an adopted son selected from the royal family to succeed to the throne, they would rather the official's biological son inherit the throne.

Regardless of whether it was sincere prayers or false concern, without them knowing, the dead little prince came back to life and had a new heart.

But not only did everyone know this, even the little prince himself didn't know who he was. Zhao Xi (Tongtian) struggled to break free from the restraints on his body, opened his eyes and looked curiously at the palace maid crawling beside the bed.

Because Nanny Li was very tired from taking care of the little prince day and night during this period, she fainted from exhaustion at noon today, so the one who was looking after Zhao Xi was Bai Shao, the head maid in his palace.

When Bai Shao first saw Zhao Xi open his eyes, she thought it was an illusion, so she closed her eyes tightly, shook her head, and then looked at the little prince again.

Unexpectedly, she actually saw the little prince looking at her curiously with his eyes wide open. Without even asking how Zhao Xi was doing, she quickly rushed out of the palace to find the imperial physician.

So after a while, a large group of people appeared in front of Zhao Xi. One of them was said to be his father, the current ruler of the entire Song Dynasty, one was an old nanny who rushed to his bedside, and some were imperial doctors, eunuchs, and palace maids.

Not to mention how excited the palace was because of the little prince's awakening (Tongtian's arrival), at the residence of the sixth-rank Quanzhou Tongzhi, the situation was extremely chaotic because of the sudden fainting of the mistress of the house.

Sheng Hong, the head of the family, is now working in the government office. The only elder, Mrs. Sheng, has never been in charge of things, so the mansion was in chaos for a while before the situation was stabilized by the maid Liu Zisu, who slowly regained her senses.

First, he sent servants to the yamen to find his master and to the street to ask for a doctor, and then he sent a maid to Shou'an Hall to report to the lady.

Coincidentally, Mrs. Sheng heard the noise in the main courtyard and sent her maid to the main courtyard to find out the news.

After learning that his adopted daughter-in-law had fainted, although he was somewhat dissatisfied with his adopted daughter-in-law who was the head of the family, he still rushed to the main courtyard as soon as possible to help take charge of the situation.

Sheng Hong and his wife were very affectionate during this period, when he suddenly learned that his wife had fainted. Without even asking for leave, he hurried back and entered the house at the same time as the doctor invited by the mansion.

As soon as the old doctor entered the room, he felt the serious atmosphere in the room. Thinking that something had happened to the patient, his legs stopped trembling immediately and he quickly ran over to take the patient's pulse, even forgetting to put away the silk handkerchief on his hand.

After checking the pulse for a while, the old doctor frowned in confusion, and then took the pulse carefully again. Seeing the old doctor's solemn expression, everyone in the room felt a pang in their hearts, wondering if the lady was really in trouble.

Although they already had the answer in their hearts, everyone was so sad that they couldn't open their mouths for a while. They just hoped in their hearts that the old doctor could cure their wife/daughter-in-law.

Half a cup of tea later, the old doctor finally stopped taking the patient's pulse, stood up and congratulated Sheng Hong and Mrs. Sheng with a smile.

It turned out that the lady of the Sheng mansion did not have any incurable disease, but fainted due to pregnancy and fatigue.

When Sheng Hong heard the news, he was stunned for a moment, and then he became ecstatic. The child wasn't even born yet, but he had already thought of hundreds of names in his mind.

Although Mrs. Sheng was the loser in the last palace fight and not only did she fail to win her husband's heart but she also lost her son, she is still more useful than anyone else in the mansion.

First, she told the maid to give the old doctor a big red envelope, and then she ordered the kitchen in the mansion to prepare meals for the lady in advance, so that she would not be hungry when she woke up.

Then she drove Sheng Hong out of the house and told him to go to work as soon as possible. Then she returned to her room and asked her personal nanny, Fang Mama, to give a ruby ​​headdress to the pregnant lady to express her love.

Thinking that the third generation would soon be born in the mansion, it would not be appropriate to call herself Madam anymore, so she quickly instructed the servants to call her Old Madam from now on.

Our protagonist Zi Chen is currently sleeping in her new mother's belly because she is sealed and her body has not yet taken shape.

Four months later, when Zi Chen woke up, she found herself in a dark pool. Besides the "drum sounds" that she could hear from time to time, she also felt that there was a ball like her next to her.

It was an early spring night. Madam Wang was sleeping soundly when she suddenly felt the baby in her belly making a lot of noise. After opening her eyes with difficulty, she gently stroked her belly, muttered, "Stop making noise!", and fell into a sweet dream again.

The little kid, who had just done something bad and knew nothing, was so frightened by the sudden voice that he dared not move.

After a stick of incense had passed, he slowly moved closer to another child who was suffering from the same illness as him, and slowly fell asleep.