Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

In the past few days, the capital has entered a chilly winter, the sky is gloomy, and snowflakes cover the entire sky.

Wen Yuan has been suffering from severe morning sickness recently. He vomited all the food sent by the imperial kitchen after just a few bites. He lost a lot of weight in just a few days, and his originally pointed chin became even more deformed.

Xiaoying was so anxious that she called the imperial physician several times a day, and even Li Zhao was alarmed.

"Imperial Physician, what's going on?"

"Your Majesty, morning sickness and vomiting are normal. I have asked Miss Xiaoying to take three Jianlan leaves and brew them with boiling water three times a day as tea for Your Majesty. However, this can only provide relief, as the effectiveness varies from person to person. Your Majesty, do not worry. After two months, the morning sickness will gradually disappear, and Your Majesty's appetite will gradually return."

The imperial physician's words made Li Zhao feel a little relieved.

"Eunuch Zhou, have the imperial kitchen adjust the menu, add some variety, and choose what the imperial concubine likes."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The imperial kitchen has been very busy recently. Countless kinds of meals have been delivered to Yonghe Palace, but none of them are edible to Wen Yuan.

Later, Eunuch Zhou had no choice but to leave the palace and go to Buer Porridge Shop to buy a bowl of chicken porridge.

Thanks to the Bodhisattva, the imperial concubine not only had no reaction after eating this, but was able to drink a whole bowl of it.

Duke Zhou publicly reflected on his experience and ate an extra bowl himself.

Wen Yuan felt that the bowl of shredded chicken porridge was very delicious and fragrant. It soothed his acidic stomach and he ate the whole bowl clean.

Later, the imperial kitchen often sent chicken porridge.

What Wen Yuan didn't know was that the chef of Buer Porridge Shop was taken into the palace. Because of the lack of a chef, Buer Porridge Shop was closed after being out of business for two months.

Wen Yuan felt bored after staying in the warm room for a long time, so he wanted to go to the imperial garden to see the wintersweets.

Sakura helped her put on a thick scarf and furry earmuffs.

"My lady, it's snowing outside and the ground is slippery. You must be careful."

Is it slippery? If they fall, will the child fall? It would be best if there were two deaths.

This was often played out in TV dramas in the past.

Wen Yuan rolled his eyes, but before he could form any thoughts, he was interrupted by the sudden appearance of the system.

System: [Warning, host has been detected to be suicidal, please stop immediately. Host, please remember not to harm yourself.]

I rub!

Wen Yuan really wanted to hit someone.

Wen Yuan: [I was just thinking about it.]

System: [Host, this system is not a three-year-old child. You can't fool me.]

Wen Yuan rolled his eyes.

"My queen." Sakura called her softly in her ear.

"Ok?"

"You just rolled your eyes at Madam Sun. She is a little ugly, and I didn't want her to enter Yonghe Palace. I heard that when you are pregnant, you should look at beautiful things more often so that your baby will be beautiful in the future."

Some people always think that things determined by genes can be influenced by external factors.

Scientific knowledge doesn't work here, Wen Yuan is too lazy to explain.

Xiaoying, this silly girl, must have forgotten the abortion medicine hidden in the alcove these days. The baby in Wen Yuan's belly will never be born.

System: [Host, if this system discovers you have suicidal tendencies again, there will be punishment.]

Wen Yuan: [......]

The sedan chair was waiting in Yonghe Palace, with eight eunuchs carrying it and eight palace maids accompanying it.

The armrests of the sedan were engraved with a golden phoenix totem. This was the sedan that Wen Yuan had been riding in since she was named a noble concubine.

The snow was heavy and the entire palace was covered in snow, looking white.

The eunuch who carried the sedan chair walked very slowly and was sweating in the wind and snow.

As soon as he left the house, Wen Yuan regretted it.

It was too cold, her nose was frozen and hurt, and no matter how gorgeous the plum blossoms were, they were not worth her effort.

After finally arriving at the Imperial Garden, the eunuchs were obviously relieved.

The imperial concubine is pregnant with a dragon fetus, and the slightest mistake could cost them their lives.

Wen Yuan got off the sedan chair and stepped on the snow, which made a crunching sound that was quite pleasant.

The subtle fragrance of plum blossoms, mixed with the coolness of frost and snow, is indeed a unique experience.

But after walking a hundred meters, the snow became heavier and heavier, covering the ground and making it impossible to open my eyes.

"My Lady, let's go to the Lotus Pavilion in front and rest for a while. The snow is too heavy."

"it is good."

Wen Yuan felt unlucky. She finally managed to go out, but the snow seemed to be against her. It was so heavy that she couldn't even see the road.

Fortunately, the Lotus Pavilion was right in front of her, and a group of people protected her and she escaped safely.

As I got closer, I could faintly hear someone talking inside.

Xiaoying went forward and opened the door. Wen Yuan, wrapped in a layer of frost, walked into the house and suddenly met a pair of strange eyes.

The man's pupils were sky blue, his eyebrows were deep, his facial features were sharp, and his nose was high, which was very different from the people of Taifeng.

They are from southern Xinjiang!

Wen Yuan has been in charge of the harem for many years, but she had no idea when the people from Southern Xinjiang entered the harem.

“&*$%^&*&&”

One of them spoke Southern Xinjiang dialect to a woman in the middle who was dressed extremely gorgeously, and the woman looked at Wen Yuan.

When he entered the room just now, the blue eyes that Wen Yuan met were hers.

Perhaps the shock in Wen Yuan's eyes was too obvious, so she smiled:

"Amire greets the Imperial Concubine."

She just sat there and nodded at Wen Yuan, being presumptuous and arrogant, not taking Wen Yuan seriously at all.

Wen Yuan immediately understood that she was the princess sent from southern Xinjiang to marry a foreign princess.

Seeing Wen Yuan standing there in a daze without reacting, Amire smiled contemptuously and turned his head to talk to the maid beside him.

They spoke the southern Xinjiang dialect, which the people of Taifeng could not understand.

"Empress." Xiaoying tugged at the corner of Wen Yuan's clothes.

Wen Yuan came back to his senses.

What shocked her was not that Amire had entered the palace, but that Li Zhao had kept this matter secret from her from the beginning to the end.

It’s understandable that Sakura, a silly girl, was kept in the dark, but what about the secret guards?

The secret guard who had always been used by Wen Yuan had never told him anything about the Princess of Southern Xinjiang.

What did Li Zhao do to the secret guards?

Wen Yuan couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

In the Lotus Pavilion, people from Southern Xinjiang were chatting and laughing among themselves, speaking Southern Xinjiang dialect mixed with Taifeng dialect, and occasionally uttering a few words with unstandard pronunciation. They were probably saying that the Taifeng Dynasty was a country of etiquette, and they didn't expect the imperial concubine to be so inappropriate.

Wen Yuan was covered in snow, with snowflakes wetting his black hair and his hair ornaments being blown crooked by the wind, looking indeed a bit disheveled.

But after a moment, Wen Yuan recovered from his shock.

"Sakura, I'm tired."

Wen Yuan raised her neck and let the palace maid help her untie her earmuffs and scarf.

There was no charcoal stove in the Lotus Pavilion, and it was still cold inside. Wen Yuan did not take off his cloak and went straight to sit on the couch.

The palace maids surrounded her like stars surrounding the moon. After a while, someone brought in a charcoal stove, hot tea and cakes. The originally deserted Lotus Pavilion became another warm room in the Yonghe Palace.

Amire's face turned ugly.

She chattered a bunch of southern Xinjiang dialect, and the maid beside her comforted her softly, her eyes drifting inside from time to time.

At this time, a palace maid picked fresh wintersweet branches and brought them to Wen Yuan.

"My lady, please smell it, it smells so good."

Not only Wen Yuan, but everyone in the Lotus Pavilion could smell it.

Wen Yuan stretched out his hand, but before his fingers touched the flower branch, someone suddenly scolded him:

"Who gave you permission to pick the wintersweets from the Imperial Garden without permission?"