Waking up with a baby

After dinner, Xiaozhi sent them out of the palace, Mrs. Zhao sent the coachman away, and took Xiaoqing, who was lazy and refused to move, to Xiaoshi.The young one rubbed his belly and complained that he was full of food, but the old one didn't say a word, only thinking about letting the coachman take him for a ride, Zhao sneered and said: "You just walk back from here honestly, don't think about anything else. .”

The young master was eager to gain wisdom, "Madam is so beautiful, how can I resist not thinking?"

Youqing whispered: "Sycophant!"

The young master glared at him.

Many affairs of the young family are presided over by Mrs. Zhao. As for the generous young master, he only needs to earn a few pennies, tease the starlings, and please his wife.

Since Mrs. Zhao decided to go to Guiyuan Temple to pay homage, Young Master naturally has no objection

The next day, Youqing rubbed her eyes and got into the carriage.

The night before, Mrs. Zhao asked someone to stew a pigeon for Xiaoqing. Now that the porcelain lid was lifted, the aroma was overflowing.The young master rubbed his stomach and stared at him, Zhao Shi filled up a bowl of soup and served it to Youqing, ignoring the young master at all, and Youqing shook his head carelessly, not fully waking up yet.

The young master pinched his face, "Sleep when you are full, a pig."

You Qing sullenly bit Young Master's finger.

"Don't mess with him, he's already uncomfortable." Mrs. Zhao opened Young Master's hand, and gave Young Qing a spoonful of pigeon soup.Youqing tasted the taste, finally opened his eyes, Zhao fed him a few mouthfuls, and said lovingly: "Eat more while you can still eat, after a while, your appetite probably won't be so good. .”

When Mrs. Zhao was pregnant with Youqing, she didn't show her stomach for the first few months, except that her taste became much trickier, it was no different from usual.At that time, she only thought that the little guy in her stomach was obedient, but after three months in the Qing Dynasty, Mrs. Zhao could not smell the smell of meat or oily smoke, could not eat or sleep well, and the master felt distressed when he saw it. He entrusted someone to invite famous chefs from all over the world to make up for Mrs. Zhao in different ways.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhao touched Youqing's stomach, "Maybe this is also an uneasy student, and here comes another little ancestor."

Youqing glanced down, "But he hasn't moved."

Zhao said with a smile: "It's still early."

Guiyuan Temple is located on the Wufang Mountain in the outskirts of the city. The mountain is towering and the forest is lush, and there is still some spring in the world.

Xiaoqing really goes to sleep when she is full, and refuses to open her eyes no matter how bumpy the road is.The carriage couldn't go to Wufang Mountain, so Zhao called Youqing up, he looked up at the temple hidden in the forest, and immediately got into the bearer's sedan chair, saying pitifully that he felt uncomfortable.

As expected, Mrs. Zhao was very distressed, and quickly told the bearer that it doesn't matter if he walks slower, as long as Xiaoqing doesn't fall into it.

Seeing this, the young master followed suit, "Ma'am, my heart disease is still unhealed, how about..."

Mrs. Zhao said slowly, "It's better to give him a beating."

Youqing was lying on the sedan chair and was overjoyed to watch, covering her mouth and snickering.

The mountain road is rugged, and the sedan chair shakes so much that Xiaoqing can't fall asleep anymore, so she has to look around.

Recently, it coincides with the birthday of the Lingzu served by Guiyuan Temple, and the mountain is extremely cool. Many people come here to pray for blessings and escape the summer heat, among them there are many children of rich families and young ladies.Several commoner monks came from the mountain and asked peacefully, "Is Miss Zhuang here?"

"Master, master."

In the shade under the tree, someone urgently called out, "Cousin is here."

Lu Yan patted Zhuang Qiutong's chest worriedly, and couldn't help complaining: "Cousin, your health is not good, and you still have to go up the mountain by yourself."

Zhuang Qiutong took the medicine pills brought by the monks, helped Lu Yan stand up slowly, and said softly after a long time: "When you come to Guiyuan Temple to pray, you must be sincere."

"Cousin is really just here to pray for blessings?" Seeing Zhuang Qiutong's brows stretched, Lu Yan couldn't help teasing softly: "Who in the capital does not know that the abbot of Guiyuan Temple has kindness to King Congjia, so this prince They will come here for a temporary stay in July and August, and our talented lady, Miss Zhuang, has already been interested in King Jia for a long time."

Zhuang Qiutong pursed her lips and smiled, but did not answer.

The two bearers put down the sedan chair steadily, intending to take a rest, Zhuang Qiutong looked over, his eyelashes trembled suddenly, and asked softly: "But the young princess?"

You Qing tilted his head, and answered uncertainly: "Yes...."

"He's from that merchant..."

Zhuang Qiutong tugged at Lu Yan's sleeve, Lu Yan shut up knowingly, and looked at You Qing.The boy was born beautiful, with a fair complexion better than snow, and his black pupils were slightly rounded. His temperament was pure and clean, and he looked like a pampered young master.

Lu Yan bowed to Youqing perfunctorily, "My daughter has seen the princess."

Zhuang Qiutong asked: "Wangfei also came to Guiyuan Temple to pray for blessings?"

You Qing hesitated for a while, then nodded.

Both Zhuang Qiutong and Lu Yan came from well-known families. Since ancient times, scholars were noble and merchants were humble. Naturally, Lu Yan didn't have any respect for Youqing.What's more, everyone in Beijing knows that Zhuang Qiutong, the prime minister's daughter, is in love with Xue Bai, but in the end, You Qing has become Xue Bai's concubine. People have seen a lot of jokes, and Lu Yan has been upset about Zhuang Qiutong for a long time.

Lu Yan pretended to be innocent and said: "Cousin, look, even the princess goes up the mountain in a sedan chair."

After finishing speaking, she complained to Youqing: "My cousin just had a relapse of her old illness, and she could hardly stand up. The court lady persuaded her to sit in a sedan chair, but she refused anyway. She said she came to this mountain to pray for blessings, so she had to be sincere, otherwise it would be useless. It will also anger the Buddha."

Lu Yan said with a smile: "From this point of view, the princess's heart is also dishonest."

"Lu Yan!"

Zhuang Qiutong frowned, but her tone was light.

"Cousin is really boring, she must teach me to be cautious in words and deeds again." Lu Yan stuck out her tongue, but she finished the conversation first: "The princess is not so stingy, she just made a joke with him, sure You won't compare with me."

Lu Yan asked You Qing: "Is that right, Princess?"

Youqing was absently fiddling with the grapefruit leaves that he had pulled down halfway, not paying attention to what Lu Daoyan said.He asked suspiciously, "What do you care about?"

Lu Yan replied: "The court lady said that the princess is not sincere enough to go up the mountain in a sedan chair to pray."

Youqing said strangely: "I just came here with my parents, why should I be sincere?"

Lu Yan was taken aback, she didn't expect You Qing to react like this, she still wanted to say something, she was quite indomitable, but Zhuang Qiutong shook her head subtly at her, signaling to Lu Yan not to speak again .

Zhuang Qiutong said apologetically: "My sister is naughty, I hope the princess will not take it to heart."

You Qing said "Oh" in a lack of interest, and then boredly played with the grapefruit leaves in his hand. The two porters drank a few mouthfuls of clear spring mountain water, and after resting, they lifted the sedan chair and set off again.

"It really is from a merchant family, rude and rude." Lu Yan smiled contemptuously, "Cousin, he is no match for you."

Zhuang Qiutong helped Jin Buyao on the bun, and wrote lightly: "Don't speak nonsense."

"From my point of view, King Cong Jia is just looking for something new." Lu Yan said pitifully, "He has a better-looking face, maybe he can make King Cong Jia feel pity for him, and he can support him. It's just the young noble concubine in the palace. It's a pity that even the young noble concubine can't take care of herself now... It was only a few days ago that there was news from the palace that Concubine Zhuang was pregnant."

Zhuang Qiutong said thoughtfully, "But I don't know about it."

"I also heard about it secretly." Mentioning Zhuang Xuzhao, Lu Yan was full of complaints: "My father is always asking her for her care without saying anything, and he is really responsive."

Zhuang Qiutong comforted her and said: "She entered the palace as the adopted daughter of the Zhuang family, and from now on she will be prosperous with us, and we will be harmed by each other, of course my uncle will take care of her a little bit more.

"Not only that, I also overheard my father and uncle saying that they want her to be the queen." Lu Yan said softly, "Anyway, I don't want to kneel down to her."

Zhuang Qiutong just smiled when he heard the words.

Who in Beijing doesn't know that Concubine Zhuang was originally a maid serving Concubine Congjia?

Zhuang Qiutong withdrew his unnecessary expression, and urged softly: "It's time to get on the road."

Lu Yan nodded, and then confessed uneasy: "Cousin, you have to be careful."

Zhuang Qiutong should come down

Arriving at Guiyuan Temple, Youqing sat listlessly on the stone steps and waited for others.When he went up the mountain, he pretended to be unwell to be lazy, but now he was really uncomfortable. Youqing randomly found a few gold leaves from the purse that Mrs. Zhao had prepared for him. Without thinking about it, I gave it to the bearer, "Here you are."

The two bearers looked at each other, and quickly declined, "It's not that much."

Youyou said crisply: "Not many, I have bigger and more beautiful gold leaves."

"Princess, this..."

Youqing said seriously: "If you don't want it, I don't want it either."

The bearer thankfully accepted the gold leaves.

They saw Youqing sitting sleepily on the stone steps again, not feeling very comfortable, they simply stayed by Youqing's side, did not leave immediately, and even asked the sweeping monk for some tea for Youqing.Not long after, Mrs. Zhao and the young master finally climbed up the mountain, and Youqing called out aggrievedly after being separated by a long distance: "Mother."

With a "pop", a white piece fell from between the slender fingers.

In the side hall of Guiyuan Temple, incense was lingering, and the sound of wooden fishes could be heard endlessly. The abbot with white hair and beard said, "My lord, your heart is not quiet."

Xue Bai, who was sitting upright, picked up the white pieces that fell on the chessboard, noncommittal.Hiding his bony hands into the snow-colored sleeves, he turned his eyes sideways, his figure was as tall and straight as a crane, but his expression was cold and alienated, like a banished immortal from the Nine Layers Immortal Palace, clear and refined, independent from the world.

And the young man in the water-green summer shirt outside was puffing his face, and threw himself into Zhao Shi's arms, hugging her and rubbing her back and forth.

Xue Bai looked at You Qing for a long time, and finally said in a low voice: "Chess, we will play another day."

"The poor monk has a poem that he wants to present to the prince."

Xue Bai stood up, "Listen carefully."

The abbot looked at the young man outside the side hall, with a calm look in his eyes.He said with a smile: "I look for spring all day long and never return. I step through the straw sandals and the clouds. When I come back, I smile and smell the plum blossoms. Spring is already on the branches."

Xue Bai's footsteps stopped.

The abbot said again: "My lord, don't keep the princess waiting for a long time."

The author has something to say: I, Young Qingqing, are super rich!