Jiang Muyun carefully took care of Li Weishen next to her throughout the whole process. She gave him water when he was thirsty, porridge when he was hungry, picked at the fish when he ate it, and wiped his mouth after eating. She looked like a considerate and virtuous wife.

"The eighth princess is quite virtuous."

Just at this time, the drums stopped and the Queen's dignified voice sounded above her head. The emotion in her words could not be heard, but it attracted everyone's attention to them. Jiang Muyun lowered his head in shyness.

"My mother is so ridiculous. My daughter-in-law is just doing too much. Practice makes perfect."

The queen smiled.

"Prime Minister Jiang has raised a good daughter. I am so lucky."

Jiang Yuncheng, who was sitting at the head of the minister's seat, stood up in fear.

"I am terrified."

"What kind of blessing is that? Mother is joking, cough cough..."

Unexpectedly, Li Weishen suddenly spoke, and his weak words made the atmosphere awkward for a moment. The smile on the queen's face froze, but it was Xuanzong who opened his mouth to ease the strange atmosphere.

"Okay, don't think about what you have or don't have, just take good care of your body."

"Yes, my son knows."

A New Year's Eve banquet was going on happily on the surface, but secretly everyone understood that each of the three princes was inferior to the other, and I feared that none of them would be destined for the throne.

I just don't know if the emperor is planning to adopt the emperor or if he has other plans. There is also a young and powerful queen, so the world in Datang will be uneasy.

When the New Year's Eve was over and the banquet was about to end, the emperor gave everyone the red envelopes and sent everyone away. The night was a bit cold, and Li Weishen's cloak was tightly wrapped around Jiang Muyun, who was supporting him. Fortunately, the emperor considered the health of several princes.

, they allowed the carriage to enter the palace and waited there, so they didn’t have to walk too long.

As soon as I entered the warm carriage, with Tang Pozi in my hand and a brocade quilt covering my legs, I thought I could breathe a sigh of relief when the little eunuch's greetings came from outside.

"See the First Prince."

Jiang Muyun was a little confused as to why the eldest prince came to find them.

"Excuse me. I recently found some good medicine to nourish my body, and I came here to give it to my eighth brother."

"Thank you very much, brother. Would you like to come up here to get out of the cold?"

Across the carriage, Li Weishen made no move to get up, thinking it was just a test.

"No, my carriage is waiting by the side. If the medicine goes well, send someone to tell me that I still have it there. It's freezing and we'd better go back early."

"Thank you, brother."

Not long after he finished speaking, the car door was opened, and a gust of cold wind blew in. Jiang Muyun was aroused with goosebumps. The little eunuch handed in a brown wooden box and backed out, closing the door tightly.

The carriage kicked up and down, Li Weishen held the wooden box in his hand, Jiang Muyun couldn't see his expression clearly in the dim carriage.

Just look at the box containing a small pile of things that look like wolfberries.

"What is this?"

"Cornus." Li Weishen closed the box and put it aside casually, "It seems that the clay figurine also has a bad temper."

"Does he want to cooperate with you? Or does he want to seek refuge with you?"

"Yes. After all, after he died, his biological mother is still struggling to survive under the Queen."

On the third day of the first lunar month, the eldest prince came to deliver medicine. As a housewife, Jiang Muyun didn't have to receive him, and the eldest prince didn't have a backyard, so she was happy to be at ease.

The two brothers didn't know what the outcome of the discussion would be. Li Weishen didn't say anything, and Jiang Muyun didn't ask.

On the eighth day of the first lunar month, the emperor issued an edict to start the draft after ten years. The civil and military officials were mixed with joy and sorrow. They were naturally happy to use their daughter to build a future, but there were also many sober people. After all, why did Xuanzong

The big players in the draft are all clear.

No matter how fertile the land is, if you plant a dead seed, it will be difficult for it to grow fruit.

In days like this, Li Weishen was so busy that he was nowhere to be seen. However, he used the excuse of being sick to stay in his house every day, and no one around him knew his current situation at all.

Jiang Muyun lived every day with clothes on his hands and food on his hands, but today he welcomed an old person.

The concierge came to report that there was a pregnant beggar woman outside, and he was guarding the door early in the morning. He wanted to see her and wanted to send her away, but she knelt at the door, acting like a cheater.

The boy was afraid that something had happened, so he hurriedly came to report it and asked her to make a decision.

She guessed who it was as soon as she heard it and asked them to let him in.

As expected, the person who came was Xiaolian, and she was completely different from the one who was nourished by love before.

Not only has she lost a lot of weight, but her clothes are also full of patches. The jade hairpin she gave her at the beginning is gone, replaced by a wooden hairpin holding her hair. Her belly is very big, making people afraid when she walks.

Fell.

The moment Xiaolian saw Jiang Muyun, her eyes turned red, and she knelt down in front of her, crying with all her heart.

Jiang Muyun hurriedly asked Biyun to help her up. If something happened, she had ten mouths and she couldn't even explain it clearly!

"Miss, miss, please let me kneel down! I really have no other choice. Please remember the past friendship and save this slave!"

"Get up first. If you have anything to say, say it later. If you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the baby in your belly."

"Yes, Sister Xiaolian, you should get up first and then talk."

After much persuasion, the master and servant finally got the sobbing Xiaolian to get up from the ground.

Biyun handed her a handkerchief to wipe her face, and the little maid next to her poured her a cup of hot tea.

Unexpectedly, her tears fell again.

"I once heard an old man say that if you cry a lot during pregnancy, the child you will give birth to will also cry a lot."

After listening to Jiang Muyun's words, Xiaolian may still have some scruples in her heart, so she wiped away her tears and held back her tears.

"Now tell me, what happened?"

"Miss, please help me. After my husband joined the army, he sent letters home at first, but then we lost contact. Later, after the army won the battle and returned to the court, I went to ask, and some of them said that he was dead.

, Some people say that he ran away, but, miss, you know that my husband will not run away! He is not such a person!"

Of course he is not dead. Xue Ping is probably in Xiliang right now, flirting with the Xiliang princess!

"Is there any record of his death?"

Xiaolian's eyes turned red again when she mentioned this, and she nodded helplessly, "Yes, but they said they didn't find the body. I think my husband is definitely not dead. He is so powerful, how could he die!"

"Then you came to me today, how do you want me to help you?"

"Miss, I know I made a mistake and I'm sorry for you, but the child in my belly is innocent. I don't want him to lose his father as soon as he is born. Xiaolian wants to ask you to help me find my husband. Xiaolian

I kowtow to you!"

Good guy, this is moral kidnapping straight away! To put it bluntly, it doesn’t matter whether your child has a father or not. Jiang Muyun doesn’t care about her. She is not a member of the family search conference!
Chapter completed!