After returning from the General's Mansion, Zhao Wenzhao went straight to Zizhuyuan. The rumors in the backyard did not reach her ears, but her move made the rumors of Mo Wenzhou's fall out of favor self-defeating.

Now, Mo Wenzhou only stays on his bed except when necessary to wash up or go to the toilet. He follows the doctor's instructions and eats three meals a day with bitter medicine.

He doesn't have any obvious adverse reactions yet, but occasionally he can't smell the fishy smell, and he no longer likes to use aromatherapy. This spice is the thing that makes people take advantage of the most. Even if he is surrounded by his own people, he can't trust it.

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"Master, your highness is here." Qingying came in from outside and stood by the stove in the outer room. After taking away the coldness from his body, he came to Mo Wenzhou's bedside to wait on him.

Mo Wenzhou raised his eyelids, put down the book in his hand, and silently looked at the door outside, waiting for the person he had been thinking about all day to appear.

"Master, there is no need to look forward to it like this. I'm afraid it will take a while for His Highness to arrive. The news that His Highness is coming to Zizhuyuan was conveyed by people from Aunt Chen's side. Generally speaking, according to His Highness's walking speed, it should still take a while.

For a while." Qingying said deliberately because he was afraid that Mo Wenzhou would be too tired by turning his head.

"Even if it's still a while, I still want to wait like this." Mo Wenzhou also knew that Qingying was doing it for his own good, so he motioned to Qingying to get him a pillow and put it on his neck.

While the two were talking, they heard the salutes of people outside. Qingying hurriedly got up and went to the door to wait on him. As soon as Zhao Wenzhao came in, he took off his cloak and threw it into Qingying's arms.

Just like when Qingying first came in, Zhao Wenzhao also warmed his body outside before walking to Mo Wenzhou's bedside.

"My wife had a great time chatting at the General's Mansion today." It was not a question, but a statement. Mo Wenzhou said it with certainty.

"Why do you say that?" Zhao Wenzhao raised his eyebrows, sitting on the end of the bed and looking at Mo Wenzhou.

"The smile on my wife's face has never stopped since she entered the house." Seeing Zhao Wenzhao's natural behavior, Mo Wenzhou handed a Tang woman next to him to Zhao Wenzhao's mobile phone, "It's cold outside, even if my body

Okay, my hands are inevitably cold, my wife, please warm them with a soup pot."

"My eldest aunt and my younger sister-in-law are both in the house today, and the whole family had a happy meal. The eldest sister has a husband who is not married yet. He is the son of a deputy general in the Peking University camp. Now they are engaged.

Will we be able to get married in one or two years?"

Zhao Wenzhao did not refuse Mo Wenzhou's kindness. He warmed Mrs. Tang in his hands and told Mo Wenzhou the interesting stories about his stay in the general's mansion.

"Then the eldest sister made the decision early, much earlier than you, the wife." Mo Wenzhou thought that when he and Zhao Wenzhao got engaged, Zhao Wenzhao was already seventeen years old.

"My prince is not thinking about the marriage, but my eldest sister is different. I am a childhood sweetheart with the unmarried husband. I have been anxious about it. As soon as I reached the age to get engaged, I immediately asked my eldest aunt to propose marriage."

Zhao Wenzhao didn't take it seriously, but he was optimistic about the love between his eldest sister and his childhood sweetheart. This way, he would not change his mind.

"The brothers in the mansion are all in their teens. We can't wait until we are fifteen to see each other. It will be too late." Mo Wenzhou thought of the other two boys in the general's mansion again.

Sons, one is the son of the eldest aunt, and the other is the son of the younger aunt. The two brothers are only two years apart.

"Let's wait, but after the new year, my uncle may hold a banquet in the palace for Wen Yuan to see his future wife. Wen Yuan is not young anymore. He was nineteen last year and will be twenty this year.

Now, he is really an old boy."

"How could you talk about your cousin like that?" Mo Wenzhou really didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Wen Yuan was two years younger than his wife, but about the same age as him.

"It's just the two of us who know." Zhao Wenzhao seemed to feel relieved when he saw Mo Wenzhou, and he felt relieved, thinking that the imperial doctor said that Mo Wenzhou was too preoccupied and was not good for miscarriage.

The two chatted here and there, and before they knew it, it was time for dinner. Zhao Wenzhao wanted Qingying to pass on the meal, so she ate in Zizhuyuan.

But Mo Wenzhou disagreed, "My wife, my servants can only lie on the bed now, and even eat on the bed. My wife herself

What's the difference between eating outside and eating alone in the front yard? It's better to go to some of the younger brothers and have someone to talk to."

"You are quite generous." Zhao Wenzhao looked at Mo Wenzhou and it was clear that he was unwilling in his heart, but both inside and outside of his words were that he, the husband of the king, should not do it.

"Your Majesty, I don't want to, but my uncle told me a year ago that I can't always occupy His Highness when there are few heirs in the palace. Now that I'm pregnant, I can't even occupy you.

Your Highness."

When Zhao Wenzhao heard what Mo Wenzhou said, he also knew that it was difficult for him to be a royal husband. His uncle was powerful and he was an elder. There was no reason why he should not listen.

"Okay, then I will go to Xiheyuan, but I will not stay in their courtyard to sleep at night."

"Yes, thank you Madam Wife." Mo Wenzhou's nose felt sour. He was lucky that Zhao Wenzhao could understand his difficulties, so what else should he force?

Zhao Wenzhao held Mrs. Tang who had been brought from Mo Wenzhou Courtyard in his hand and came to Xihe Courtyard wearing a big cloak. By coincidence, Yan Qianqiu was preparing for a meal.

Seeing Zhao Wenzhao coming, Yan Qianqiu hurriedly stood up and said, "I would like to extend my greetings to Your Highness, Your Highness."

"Get up, have I disturbed you when I came to have a meal with you?" What Zhao Wenzhao said was that she was the master of the entire palace, so why would she bother you? What's more, the men in the backyard were all looking forward to it.

Here comes Zhao Wenzhao.

"Don't bother me. I just want to have a meal. However, this dinner is simple. Why don't you let the kitchen cook more of His Highness's favorite meals?" Yan Qianqiu stood up and sat down, and asked the people around him to get a meal for His Highness.

A pair of bowls and chopsticks.

"No, these are very good. Dinner should be simple." Zhao Wenzhao waited until the servants put the bowls and chopsticks in front of him, then picked up his chopsticks and ate.

The dinner served in Yan Qianqiu's courtyard was indeed simple, with only two side dishes, a cup of shredded pork porridge, and a basket of soup dumplings. When Zhao Wenlan arrived, these meals were not enough.

Yan Qianqiu asked his servants to bring the rice he had prepared at the beginning, while he served Zhao Wenzhao a bowl of shredded pork porridge.

"Your Highness, try this shredded pork porridge. It's mellow and tender. I used it at night. It's easy to digest." Yan Qianqiu put the porridge bowl in front of Zhao Wenzhao and watched Zhao Wenzhao take a sip with anticipation.

"Well, that's good. You have your heart."

"As long as your Highness likes it. These two side dishes in the evening are all stir-fried. They are warm, not cold, and not greasy." In winter, vegetables are scarce, which means that he is a side king, so he has vegetables.

, put it in the east courtyard, it will be good if the two of you can eat one meal of vegetables a day.

Zhao Wenzhao tasted the shredded bamboo shoots mixed with soy sauce. It was crisp and refreshing, and a little spicy in it, which was very appetizing. Together with the rice sent by the servant, she ate another bowl. After all, she had eaten a lot.

, a bowl of porridge, a bowl of rice, two soup dumplings, and an unknown number of side dishes.

The two of them actually ate all the food on the table, leaving only a little bit of shredded pork porridge in the porridge cups.

After the servants cleared the table and lit the incense, Yan Qianqiu stood up and looked at the sky outside. It was already dark, and except for the lights in the yard, the road outside could not be seen clearly at all.

"Your Highness, when you return to the front yard later, ask the servants here to follow you. It's dark on this road. It will be safer if there are more people holding lamps."

"Well, you can make arrangements." Zhao Wenzhao sat on the imperial concubine's couch and turned the Buddhist string in his hand.

Yan Qianqiu sat down and thought that tomorrow was the day when Mr. Wang would return to his parents' home, but because Mr. Wang's fetus was unstable, he would definitely not go back this year.

"Your Highness, the prince will not be able to return to the Prime Minister's Mansion tomorrow, but the rules are here. Do you want someone to send you some generous gifts?" Yan Qianqiu is now in charge of the central gift on behalf of the prince. He can neither make mistakes nor go too far.

"Well, it's time to send something to Mrs. Mo. Just take a look at the arrangement. If there's anything you don't understand, let Nanny Chen point it out to you. At this time, you can help Mr. Mo take care of her worries. It's the New Year, so you have to be careful.

These are the best.”

Only then did Zhao Wenzhao remember that tomorrow was the day for the husband to return to his parents' home. Now that Mo Wenzhou could not get up, he could only ask the prince's gift to be sent over.

"Yes, I will invite you more."

Taught by Grandma Chen."

Zhao Wenzhao talked to Yan Qianqiu for a while, and then left. Before leaving, Yan Qianqiu arranged some girls for Zhao Wenzhao to hold lamps for her and light up the paths in the mansion.

The next day, Mrs. Lu got up early. After asking Mo Wenzhou for instructions, she took Yuan Chun out of the house. Yuan Chun also asked a rough girl in the east courtyard to help carry things.

When I walked to the door of the mansion, I found a carriage waiting at the door of the mansion. The driver jumped out and walked to Mrs. Lu to salute.

"Greetings, Master Lu. This servant is here at the command of Mr. Feng. In winter, the weather is freezing. Mr. Fang is afraid that you will freeze, so he specially asked the little one to see you off."

Lu didn't expect that she thought she was going to Lu's house on foot, but she didn't expect Yan Qianqiu to think so appropriately.

"Thank you very much."

"Master Lu, you're welcome."

Yuan Chun helped Mr. Lu get into the carriage. Although the space inside was not large, it was able to block the wind and there was no need to worry about slipping while walking on the road.

"Young Master is so considerate, you even prepared a carriage for us."

"He has a habit of being a good person." Mr. Lu was also very satisfied with Yan Qianqiu's arrangements. He was wearing heavy clothes today because he planned to walk back, but carrying them in this carriage, the heavy clothes made him feel uncomfortable

It's no longer convenient.

"Yuan Chun, come here, help me take off the cashmere clothes inside. It looks like I'm bulging. I don't know, you thought I'd put on weight."

"Hey, this slave will be replaced by the master right now."


Chapter completed!