Dugu Mingyue smiled gently, Zhao Wujiang was a confidant in her eyes, and he had saved her and the emperor.
"Is there any shortage of medicinal materials, Madam?"
Dugu Mingyue put down the poetry book in his hand, picked up the tea kettle beside him, and filled a cup of water for Zhao Wujiang:
"No, my family sent me a lot of medicine to nourish the fetus and calm the nerves, as well as some precious medicinal materials."
She now does many small things by herself.
Zhao Wujiang drank the water in the cup, but there was no tea smell in the water.
"Wujiang, I read the medicine book and it was said that tea is not suitable for drinking during pregnancy, so there is only warm water in the pot." Dugu Mingyue explained with a smile:
"Qing'er, go get some tea."
"Yes, empress." Qing'er responded.
Zhao Wujiang sighed in his heart and said:
"Mother, let me check your pulse."
"Thank you." Dugu Mingyue raised his hand, showing his bright wrist.
Zhao Wujiang took his pulse and felt the pulse beating steadily, and he smiled slightly.
"Very good.
Madam, can I listen to the movement of the fetus? "His eyes were bright.
Dugu Mingyue smiled gently:
"It doesn't matter."
Now in the palace, apart from the emperor, the people she trusts the most are Zhao Wujiang and Qing'er.
Zhao Wujiang squatted down, moved his head slowly closer, passed the gauze of the white skirt, and gently placed his ear on Dugu Mingyue's lower abdomen, which already had a certain curvature.
There is the pounding of the heart, there are empty and noisy sounds, there are sounds like the murmur of a person sleeping soundly, there are sounds like the trembling of the wings of a hummingbird...
Zhao Wujiang didn't know where these sounds came from. Maybe they were his or Dugu Mingyue's heartbeats, or maybe they were his auditory hallucinations.
It was like he was listening to the voice of the universe.
At this moment, he laughed.
Just like the empress smiled yesterday, at this moment, she smiled from the bottom of her heart.
But he didn't have the entanglement and hesitation of the empress. He was more happy and more worried.
Worried about the powerful and unknown Xiaoyao King, worried about the approaching Year of Jiazi, worried about the harm that all this would bring to Zisi, Xuanyuan Jing and others.
Dugu Mingyue's eyes trembled, staring at Zhao Wujiang's smile, and she also laughed for some reason.
Perhaps she was infected by Zhao Wujiang's smile, she seemed to feel an aura from Zhao Wujiang that made her throb.
...
At the same time, a group of people was galloping towards Kyoto.
They wear azure masks and wear various clothes.
The clothes are what they wear after entering the Jianghu, and the masks are what they wear when they enter the capital.
They were a team of hidden dragon guards sent by the empress to investigate Loulan Gu.
The leader is none other than Jia Jiujiu.
On the carriage they were guarding, there lay an unconscious old man. Thick quilts were cushioned under and on both sides of the old man to prevent further damage from the bumps on the long road.
Next to the unconscious old man, a dragon hidden guard who was still sitting quietly like a Buddha was constantly instilling Qi into the old man's body.
This old man was met by Long Yinwei when he was investigating Loulan Gu.
They inquired about Loulan Gu, and found the rivers and lakes step by step, and met the old man who was being hunted by the Qianlong Sect.
In the old man's dying words, he revealed a shocking news, which was the secret of the late emperor's death.
The old man was willing to reveal it because he knew these hidden guards of the royal family.
And he was also one of the people who witnessed all the truth in the palace back then.
But he was seriously injured and was about to die. If the Long Yin Guards were not all highly skilled in martial arts and kept instilling Qi into him, he would have died long ago.
The carriage stirred up dust, and the mystery of that year was about to be revealed. Did the empress usurp the throne and exclude King Xiaoyao, or did King Xiaoyao love him but could not murder his brother...
Changsha is long, with the sound of horse hooves.
A story that seems to have no suspense in the eyes of the world may have another story behind it...
