Soft and crispy waist

"What's going on? Why is she vomiting so violently?" Tao Yurong rushed over in the night. Seeing Xia Zheng's pale face and shaky appearance, her heart began to lift. Her tone was no longer as gentle as usual.

The court physician who had just taken the pulse shrank his neck. He couldn't figure out what was going on. Obviously, the spleen and stomach problems were not serious, but it was true that Xia Zheng couldn't eat and even vomited bitter bile.

Not daring to refuse an answer, he could only vaguely say, "Madam Xia may be sensitive to smells due to her pregnancy. If she changes her food, she might get better."

"What if it can't get better? Will it affect the fetus?" Tao Yurong asked anxiously.

"If you are unable to eat for a long time, it will definitely have an impact. My aunt almost had a miscarriage, and now she needs rest and nourishment." The court doctor did not explain the whole thing, but everyone could hear it.

If Xia Zheng continues like this, the chances of miscarriage will be very high.

Tao Yurong clutched her handkerchief in frustration. She hadn't been happy for two days when this happened again. How could her body feel like it was made of paper?

No matter how annoyed she was, the child was in Xia Zheng's belly, and she had to give birth smoothly and healthily no matter what.

"Is there anything you want to eat?"

When the word "eat" was mentioned, Xia Zheng's stomach began to churn again. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief and shook her head.

Tao Yurong took a step back in disgust. "You can't refuse to eat anything. Ask the kitchen to try different dishes. Try them one by one and see what you can eat."

"Thank you, Madam..." Before she could finish her words, Xia Zheng couldn't help but vomit again.

Tao Yurong couldn't stand watching these filthy scenes. She covered her mouth and nose, waved her hands, and walked away quickly without saying a word.

The kitchen followed Tao Yurong's instructions and began to prepare different kinds of food for Xia Zheng, but every time they brought in the food, they could only hear the sound of vomiting.

After three days, the cooks in the kitchen were about to vomit their hair, but still no food could stay in Xia Zheng's stomach for more than half an hour. Seeing that Xia Zheng had lost weight and looked like a flower that was about to wither, Tao Yurong was so anxious that blisters appeared at the corners of her mouth.

"What's that smell? It smells so good." Xia Zheng, lying on the bed, sniffed weakly and looked around.

Everyone in the room looked around in confusion, and finally their eyes were focused on Madam Zhao who came with Tao Yurong.

Madam Zhao quickly lifted her sleeve and sniffed it, saying, "It's the smell of lard fried rice. Chef Yang made it today. When I picked it up, I accidentally got some oil on my sleeve."

lard?

These days, Xia Zheng would vomit if she smelled even a little bit of oil, but now she says it smells good?

Tao Yurong's eyes lit up immediately, and she ordered, "Go, ask Chef Yang to make one and send it over immediately."

Nanny Zhao immediately turned around to do it, and soon brought over a steaming bowl of lard fried rice.

Upon smelling the fragrance, Donglin and Shuangjiang immediately took a spittoon and a handkerchief respectively, and stood ready.

But from the time she entered the door to the time the fried rice was handed to Xia Zheng, she didn't react at all. Instead, she ate it with big mouthfuls with green eyes, not even letting go of the last grain of rice, and she wanted to eat the bowl and spoon together.

One breath, three breaths.

One quarter, two quarters... until after waiting for half an hour, Xia Zheng still showed no signs of vomiting.

"Young Madam, I can finally eat." Holding Tao Yurong's hand, Xia Zheng burst into tears of excitement.

Seeing Xia Zheng's excitement, Tao Yurong felt it was magical, but in the past few days she also asked some pregnant women to ask, and it is true that some people only eat one kind of food, or the food cooked by one person without vomiting during pregnancy.

But Tao Yurong still asked the kitchen to send a bowl of sweet soup.

After drinking just two sips, Xia Zheng started vomiting again, and all the fried rice she had eaten came out with it.

Tao Yurong couldn't dodge in time, and some of the stains got on the hem of her skirt.

He was too disgusted to think about it any more and waved his hand and said, "Since the food cooked by Yang is edible, then we can transfer her to this courtyard and build a small kitchen in the backyard so that she can work alone."

The people working were very quick and had finished building the small kitchen by dusk. However, the clay of the stove still needed to dry, so Chef Yang prepared dinner for Xia Zheng in the kitchen and brought it over.

"This is really strange. My aunt ate the food I made and didn't vomit. Could it be that the little prince in her belly is a picky eater and only picks on an old woman like me?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Maybe I'm just used to the smell in Fanghuayuan." He took small sips of the soup with a spoon to prevent himself from stuffing it all in one gulp due to excessive hunger.

These days, in order to get Chef Yang out, she was starved to death.

She actually didn't have any problems with eating or morning sickness.

But in her previous life, she had heard a lot of gossip from the maids in the kitchen, all of which were strange habits. However, she didn't dare to make a conclusion and was afraid of hurting the little one in her belly. So she waited until the court doctor said that the fetus was stable and he couldn't clearly determine why the pregnant woman had a poor appetite before she dared to implement it.

The burning sensation of vomiting was unbearable, but although Tao Yurong was somewhat conceited, she was suspicious and cautious by nature. It would be impossible not to persist long enough to dispel her doubts.

"Chef Yang is here, so you can go down and rest. You've been exhausted these days." After finishing the soup, Xia Zheng handed the bowl to Chef Yang and said to Dong Lin who was standing aside.

Donglin was more than happy to do so. She had almost vomited several times in the past few days after handling the filthy things. Chef Yang was just a kitchen maid and had nothing to say to Xia Zheng. She just said a few polite words and left.

After the footsteps had completely faded away, Xia Zheng lowered her voice and asked, "What news have you had these days?"

"Nothing else is wrong, but the carriage that took Qiuying away earlier has appeared outside the mansion again these past two days, and the young lady from Chunzhi's side doesn't care. I'm afraid..."

I'm afraid we have to get rid of it.

After all, I'm still holding my breath.

But getting Chunzhi out is not as easy as it was for Chef Yang, and Tao Yurong will definitely not let her go easily.

"Tell your nephew to keep a close eye on the young master. If he returns home, send a message immediately. Remember, don't let anyone else see him."

……

Dark clouds covered the moon, and the heat was unbearable.

Outside the tents of the royal hunting grounds, after their inspection, the young men of the Imperial Guards sat around the fire, each holding a large cup in their hands, but it was not filled with wine, but yellow-orange ice juice.

"Young Master Qin, where did you get this good stuff? It's refreshing and cold. I feel a lot more comfortable after drinking it." The person who had finished drinking said as he extended the cup to the servant and asked for another one.

"I finally managed to get this from the young master. The Zhenguo Mansion is full of hidden talents." Qin Yang said jokingly, nudging Gu Yizi beside him with his elbow, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "The one made according to your recipe is not as good as the one I drink at your house. Otherwise, give me that maid. I'll exchange it for silver, antiques, or rare books."

"No change." Gu Yizi spat out two words indifferently.

"She's just a maid, don't be so stingy. You've never been greedy for these kinds of food."

“Who says I’m not greedy?”

"Need I say more? You, Gu Yizi, Young Master Gu, aren't you a famous gentleman in Kyoto? A disciple of sages, well-educated, and indifferent to human desires. Rumors are flying everywhere, saying that you are a true monk. If you don't have desires, how can you be greedy for food?"

Although the rumor was false, Qin Yang, having grown up with him, knew very well that this man was an old scholar. Before he got married, he also doubted whether he liked him. After being beaten and unable to get out of bed for three days, he was sure that he was a saint with no desires and that having a house full of wives and concubines was just a routine.

In the past, Gu Yizi also felt so.

I have never been very interested in those things between men and women, but now...

'Young Master.'

A timid cry seemed to carry the scent of jasmine.

I haven't seen her for several days.

Gu Yizi suddenly stood up. Qin Yang was so startled that he quickly dodged to the side. Seeing that he was walking out, he hurriedly called out, "Where are you going?"

"Go home."

"At this hour? Tomorrow is a day off, why are you traveling at night? Is there something urgent?"

Without answering Qin Yang's questions, Gu Yizi rode his horse into the night.

I rushed into the mansion early in the morning and just as I walked outside Soseki Residence, I saw a kite flying up unsteadily. Looking at the direction, it was towards Yinlin Courtyard.