The first snow in early winter fell heavily, and the sky and earth were covered with a layer of white.
It snowed for three days before it stopped, and Shen Que was also in a daze for three days. His fever had gone away, but he was still lack of energy. Sometimes he felt his eyelids were heavy when he was awake, but most of the time he was asleep. Yes, it seems that he is very tired.
"My wife hasn't eaten for three days. The snow has stopped today, so the hospital should be open. I'll go ask a doctor."
When Zelan was about to go out, he did not forget to tell Mutam, "I would like to ask Your Highness to take care of the lady here. I have prepared food, snacks and water. If she wants to eat, just heat it up..."
"do not go."
Shen Que stopped Zelan. This was the first time she spoke in three days. Her voice was weak and weak, and even her voice was muffled and hoarse. It seemed that she couldn't make a loud sound even though she tried her best.
"Madam." Zelan heard it anyway, and hurried to her bedside, saying distressedly: "Madam, it's impossible to lie down like this. The snow has stopped today, so you can ask your slave to ask a doctor to come back. You can't hide your illness and avoid medical treatment."
Shen Que shook his head, feeling dizzy, and said with difficulty, "No need to go, I'm fine, I can check my pulse myself."
"But……"
"Zelan."
Mutam interrupted her, "If she doesn't want to, let it go. Since she doesn't have a fever, it shouldn't be a serious problem. Maybe it's because of the wind blowing on the river these days, the cold air invades the body, and the fatigue for days. Just listen to her." Yes."
He turned to Shen Que again and said, "We are not going to call a doctor, but you have to take good care of yourself."
Shen Que nodded, feeling sleepy again.
She felt that Mutam was right. She had been drifting on the river for too long and was tired, so she became sick. Otherwise, why would she always feel sleepy, not getting enough sleep, and often dreaming.
One dream after another, I dreamed that my father met his old friends, a group of fairy-like old men, drinking tea, playing chess, drinking and talking freely every day, which was very pleasant; I also dreamed of my grandma, whom she had not dreamed about for many years. After passing A Niang, A Niang stroked her long hair and said with a smile like she did when she was a child: "We are the smartest ones. We will definitely find the right husband in the future and live a smooth life..."
The dream was intertwined, many of which were things that happened when she was a child, and people she didn't know, such as the fat and beautiful little lady in front of her, who was about two years old, with a pink and tender face. Cheering at her, he rushed toward her with his open arms. Shen Que held her in his arms. The feeling was so real, soft and waxy, exuding a faint milk fragrance...
"Aunt..."
Shen Que was stunned for a moment and suddenly woke up.
After sleeping for another two hours, I was sweating all over.
"My lady is awake." Zelan came over with a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead. "My lady is sweating. How do you feel?"
I feel like I have more energy. It's a strange feeling. Suddenly I feel lighter, more energetic, and I have more appetite.
"My wife just called me A-niang, but do you miss my wife?" Zeelan still looked at her with worry.
Did you call me Aniang? It wasn't her who called her, it was the little pink dumpling in the dream who called her A-Niang, calling her A-Niang.
Seeing her in a daze, Zelan asked: "What's wrong, madam? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Shen Que suddenly felt a twitch in his abdomen, which was like the feeling of a muscle being pinched. It was a very strange feeling. He quickly said no, "I feel better. I want to eat some porridge."
"Really, do you have an appetite?" Zeelan stood up excitedly, "I will do it now."
"No, wait." Shen Que called her again, thought for a while, looked at Zelan in surprise and said, "I also want to eat fried pork with chili pepper."
"ah?"
Zelan's eyes widened, "Now? You are still sick. Well, can you eat?"
Shen Que was not sure, but thinking about the delicious and spicy meat slices made his mouth water, so he nodded.
Zelan said hello, "You just want to eat dragon meat, and my slave will cook it for you today."
After saying that, he ran out.
The room suddenly became empty. Shen Que looked at the white roof outside the window, his mind was ringing, and a strong premonition swept over him.
No, probably not.
With an uneasy feeling, she still put her right hand gently on her left wrist, but silently prayed in her heart: No, she is overthinking, she must not...
In an instant, that familiar feeling touched my fingertips.
The pulse should be fluent, like a moving bead, and should be smooth, with a sense of whirling forward. The pulse should be slippery and powerful, as big as a bean, and vacillating.
No, it's wrong, it must be a mistake.
Switch to another wrist and try again, same thing.
Like falling into an abyss, my heart has hit rock bottom.
In an instant, I felt that the white outside the window became extremely dim.
How could this happen? Shen Zhili's whole body suddenly collapsed, his mind was buzzing, he couldn't think, and he couldn't figure out his thoughts. Sometimes it was the scene on the boat that night, and sometimes it was the face of the child in the dream...
"Madam, it's done. It smells delicious." Zelan came in with a tray, interrupting her thoughts.
The spicy smell wafts into your nose, which is indeed mouth-watering.
"My servant also cooked some soft noodles and fried the meat with this chili pepper. You can eat some."
When the food was brought to him, Shen Zhe took it blankly but did not move.
"Madam." Zelan noticed something strange about her and was worried that she had lost her appetite again, "What's wrong, don't you want to eat?"
Shen Que looked up at her dumbly and asked, "What day is my monthly letter?"
"Ah?" Zeelan was suddenly asked. He was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and thought about it again, and couldn't help but be shocked.
Looking at Shen Que's blank face again, he suddenly reacted and stammered: "My wife's Guishui hasn't come in about two months..."
"Madam, you..."
Zelan was stunned, and Shen Que's face turned even paler.
I am really afraid of what will happen.
"I'm probably pregnant."
Her voice was calm, but it revealed endless despair.
However, this emotion was not noticed by Zeelan, and she was very surprised.
"This is great news. Our family is finally going to have a little master. You don't even know, madam, that I have been looking forward to this day for many years.
This is really great. This servant has also served the elders of the Shen family for two generations.
We have to quickly prepare the little master, whether it is a boy or a girl, small clothes, small shoes, and yes, a small hat.
The lady is not pregnant with two children, then..."
Zelan kept talking for a long time, and then he realized that Shen Que was in a daze without saying a word, with a bleak look on his face, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes.
"Madam, what's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
Shen Que blinked and a tear fell down.
"Madam, please don't, don't cry." Zeelan panicked, "What's wrong, isn't this a good thing? Do you think this child doesn't... It doesn't matter, we love her enough, and I won't blame you. Yes, I dare to bet that the master will be very happy..."
However, Shen Que remained silent and just kept crying silently.
Zelan was helpless, silent for a moment, holding Shen Que's hand and timidly asked: "Madam, you don't want this child, do you?"
Shen Que looked at her and nodded.
"Madam." Zelan cried loudly, "Why? She is a life and a member of our Shen family. Are you worried about the rumors? Don't worry, I will never let anyone He was chewing his tongue, so I pulled out his tongue."
"Do I want to raise her alone?" Shen Zhe asked feebly, "But I still have so many things to do."
"No, there are still slaves." Zeelan raised his sleeves and wiped away tears, "Just do whatever the lady wants to do. The slave will take care of the young master. The slave will protect her with his life and will not let the lady be separated. As for the rest, you don’t have to worry about it. I don’t care what other people say. Why are you caring about it now?”
"No way." Shen Que shook his head, "It's not as simple as you think. Her father is the prince and will be the emperor in the future. She is a member of the royal family. This identity can never be erased. It will only cause endless troubles in the future. It will bring her endless trouble, and her life is destined to be complicated and dangerous. I don’t want her to live like this and never get freedom and happiness.”
"No, madam, we won't say anything. We are tight-lipped." Zeelan shook her head desperately and shook her arm, "Madam, please think about it again. If the master knew, he would definitely not agree with your idea."
Shen Zhe was silent and silently brought the food to eat.
She didn't eat chili very much in the past, but now she feels that the chili fried pork is so delicious. It is really different. They say sour girls and spicy girls. This one is probably a daughter, just like the one in the dream. A daughter as cute as a dumpling.
While eating, she shed tears. Zeelan kept persuading her and said a lot of good things, but she still ate in silence without saying a word.
Zelan knew that every time the lady made up her mind, no one could dissuade her.
"Madam, please think again and don't make a decision in a hurry." Zelan put away the dishes she had finished eating and advised, "Don't worry about the decision, let's take good care of our health first and don't think about this matter first. You can rest, slave. Go down."
The door was closed, and Zeelan thoughtfully pulled up the curtains in the room, making the dim light more suitable for sleeping.
Shen Que also felt tired, so she lay down again and touched her belly. There was already a little life there. What would happen if she knew that she was not liked?
You can't think like this, it hurts as if you were cutting out your heart with a knife.
"I'm sorry. It's not that I don't like you, nor that I don't want you. It's just that I really can't help it." Shen Que slowly stroked the child's position, "Your identity is too special. I don't want you to be here." You have to suffer all your life, being criticized by others and even not being safe. It’s such a sad life. I really can’t bear your suffering. If you can hear it, just find a good family and be reincarnated. I’m sorry for you..."
There was a sudden throbbing pain in her lower abdomen, which made her cry bitterly.
*
In the East Palace, battle reports came one after another.
In only half a month, Wala had been driven back outside the pass, which was regarded as a victory in the first battle.
Li Luansong looked at the battle report in his hand, still frowning.
The centipede insect is dead but not stiff.
He knew very well how stubborn Wala was. If he didn't take advantage of the victory and pursue the enemy, he would only give the enemy some time to breathe, which would be a disaster.
Therefore, he still had to fight in person, and he wanted to take her home in person.
