The wives of the concubines are empresses

After the massage was completed, the palace maid brought warm water for washing hands. Concubine Wu lay outside Shangguan Wanjun, looking at the bulge in her breasts, and he reached out and stroked it gently.

"Your Majesty has worked hard. You have to deal with state affairs on a daily basis, and you also have to work hard to give birth to an heir." To be honest, when he learned that he was going to be a father, he was confused, surprised and happy.

"It can't be helped. God has endowed women with fertility, and I happen to be the Empress. These two things collide, so I can only endure it. But, the babies are really well-behaved. By the way, were you well-behaved when you were little? Was it easy for Madam Protector of the Nation to take care of you?"

Wu Guifei - Propaganda Style Hearing her expression when she talked about the baby, my heart softened.

"As long as she's well-behaved, it's all good. As long as His Majesty suffers less, that's all that matters. I think she was okay when she was little. As for whether her mother is easy to take care of, I'll have to wait until I get back and ask her."

Shangguan Wanjun couldn't help laughing, but when she thought of another thing, her smile gradually faded.

"Do you think Mother will agree?"

Concubine Wu was stunned, but he quickly reacted.

"You never know." No one can ever predict how things will develop.

Shangguan Wanjun smiled bitterly: "I hope that mother can be simpler."

But being in an aristocratic family, how could she completely withdraw? Even if that family was insignificant, it was still a force. Moreover, her mother was the noble Empress Dowager, and her granddaughter was the Empress. Her mother was also her biological mother, having given birth to her and raised her.

In this world, there is no shortage of contented people, but there are also many greedy people.

Shangguan Wanjun touched her belly and sighed: Mother, I hope we won’t reach that day.

The wind gently patted Shangguan Wanjun, and she gradually fell asleep.

The sky in Jiamusi County was bright and sunny. Jiang Chengkun got up in a cloth robe, opened the door, and stretched lazily and comfortably.

"Sir, you are up." Sheng Bai's voice sounded. He was eighteen years old, but now he is twenty-three. He used to be simple and honest, but now he is calm and thoughtful.

Each of them is growing, including the older Master Zhou, who now has a more calm air.

At the dining table, Mr. Zhou looked at his superior, with whom he had worked for more than five years.

"Sir, have you ever thought about transferring away from here?"

Jiang Chengkun paused while eating: "Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

After he finished speaking, he picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

Master Zhou looked up at the blue sky.

"We have been here for more than five years." He didn't believe that his parents didn't have any ideas.

Jiang Chengkun paused while chewing the meat, then quickly chewed it a few times and swallowed it.

"Yes, it's been more than five years." Time flies.

Liu Lin, Jiang He and other guards and constables also looked at the two of them.

At the same time in the Yunzhou provincial capital, Wang Qing was practicing sword dancing in the courtyard with a long sword. The fallen leaves on the trees were flying, and the fallen leaves on the ground were dancing with his movements.

Steward Li stood quietly for a while, watching his master sweating profusely as he performed his moves with swift, fierce, and precise movements.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Qing finished his sword-dancing training.

"Butler Li, is there something wrong?"

Butler Li said, "I'm fine. I just happened to come over to see you practicing with a sword and got distracted for a moment."

Wang Qing put away his sword and smiled gently: "It's time for breakfast."

"The kitchen is already preparing it."

"Okay, I'll go to the study." He wanted to write a letter to his master. He hadn't seen his master for a long time and missed him very much.

In the study, the attendant guard Li Wen took out his brush, ink, paper, and inkstone and laid them out. He spread out the rice paper and began to grind the ink. Wang Qing lifted his robe and sat down, picking up the red brush beside him, dipped it in ink, and began to write a letter seriously.

Time passed little by little, and Shangguan Wanjun realized something was wrong and woke up. Just then, she met a pair of eyes, and her eyes widened instantly.

"Cang'er, why are you here?"

"Mother Queen, it was my father who brought me here, but he's out of the palace on duty."

Seeing his innocent and bright smile, Shangguan Wanjun couldn't help but raise her hand and scratch his little nose.

"You, are you the one who wants to come?"

"Yes, I miss my mother."

Looking at the Queen Mother's bulging belly, he added, "I miss my brothers and sisters, too."

He wanted to reach out and touch Shangguan Wanjun's pregnant belly, but he didn't dare. Seeing how cautious he was, Shangguan Wanjun took the initiative to hold his little hand and placed it on her pregnant belly.

"Do you feel it?"

Shangguan Mucang shook his head. Shangguan Wanjun pursed her lips slightly and raised her eyes: "Then why don't you try listening for fetal movement?"

Shangguan Mucang looked at her curiously: "Mother Queen, what is fetal movement?"

"How can I explain this to you, Queen Mother? How about you put your head close to my pregnant belly and listen? If you hear any movement, it's the fetus moving."

When Shangguan Mucang heard this, he curiously lay down on Shangguan Wanjun's pregnant belly and listened very attentively.

When Aunt Cheng walked in, Shangguan Wanjun just looked up and quickly stretched out her hand to signal for silence. Aunt Cheng understood and nodded, standing quietly without moving, but her eyes were full of lovingness.

Shangguan Mucang listened very seriously. Suddenly he was surprised, and Aunt Cheng was also stunned.

"Mother Queen, my brothers and sisters kicked me."

Shangguan Wanjun laughed when she heard this.

"Really? Then say hello to them."

"Ah, how do I fight? I don't know how."

Shangguan Wanjun raised her hand to cover her lips and smiled: "Just say brothers and sisters, hello, I am your eldest brother Shangguan Mucang."

Shangguan Mucang said on the spot, "Hello, my brothers and sisters. I am your eldest brother, Shangguan Mucang. Remember that?"

Shangguan Wanjun was amused by the words he added, and Shangguan Mucang felt like his little face was kicked again, which made him shocked, surprised and curious all at once.

"Mother Queen, my brothers and sisters seem to be responding to me."

"You are their eldest brother, of course I have to respond to you."

Shangguan Mucang was in a very happy mood for the whole morning. He even ate two bowls of porridge for breakfast, which even shocked Shangguan Wanjun.

In the main hall of Fengyi Palace, except for the imperial husbands on duty, everyone else was listening to Aunt Cheng's training as usual.

"The concubines in the harem, please remember to be united and friendly, especially since new people are about to enter the palace. I hope everyone can take care of the newcomers."

More than a dozen side officials, including General An Yong, bowed in greeting.

"Yes, I will remember my aunt's teachings."

Shangguan Muchang was happily enjoying the flowers in the courtyard, and Leng Shuxiang accompanied him all the way.

"Grand Prince, please slow down."

The Empress Dowager of the Eastern Palace had not left Fushou Palace for half a month, so Nanny Li supported her and took her to the Imperial Garden for a walk.

Hearing the noise, the Empress Dowager Donggong frowned slightly.

"This voice seems to sound familiar."

Nanny Li had already recognized the voice: "Empress Dowager, this is Lord Leng's voice."

"Lord Leng? Is she the female official who takes care of the eldest prince?"

"Yes."

"Since we've met him, let's go take a look."

Shangguan Mucang stopped in front of a pot of green chrysanthemums. He wanted to reach out and pick the flowers, but he felt reluctant.

Leng Shuxiang bent down and looked at him in confusion: "Prince, what's wrong?"

"Aunt Leng, if I pick the flowers and give them to the Queen Mother, will she like it?"

Before Leng Shuxiang could speak, a familiar voice sounded.

"Of course I would like it."

Shangguan Mucang looked up and found that it was his royal grandmother, and ran towards her happily.

"Royal Grandmother."