"The two of them took different paths, walking eastward and westward, thousands of miles apart, and they didn't know each other." [Yi Lin·Bizhihu]
After returning to Weiyang Palace, the emperor did not notify the Chengming Palace, so he ordered the Supervisor to formally issue an edict to confer Wang Bin as a general, record the affairs of the minister, and increase the number of households in the city by 500. However, on the night when the edict was issued, the palace
News came that Wang Bin had died of illness.
The emperor was so heartbroken that he not only stayed away from court for three days to express his condolences, but also gave him many honors, but none of these could save the old man's life.
"Your Majesty has been too depressed these days." In the evening, Fu Shou stood behind the emperor and began to put on a light dress for him: "I will be busy with spring plowing recently, so don't tire your body."
"You reminded me." The emperor avoided talking about his recent state, but turned around and said, "It's uncomfortable for you to be bored in the palace all day long. Why not go to Shanglin Garden sometime? I heard that the peach blossoms are blooming there.
, the queen has said she wants to go see it several times, why not take you with her this time?"
"The imperial doctor said that there is no wind at this time." Fu Shou touched his bulging belly and showed no nostalgia for the beautiful scenery outside: "What's more, when Luan Jia comes out, it disturbs the people along the way and delays spring plowing, which is not good for the country and the people."
The emperor's eyebrows immediately softened a lot. He stretched out his hand to smooth Fu Shou's hair that was scattered around his temples. The corners of his mouth naturally curled up: "You'd better think carefully. Just go in the summer. The child will be born at that time.
Your body is almost healed."
Fu Shou lowered his head and stroked his lower abdomen, but smiled and said nothing. The emperor also stretched out his hand to cover the other person's hand, quietly feeling the temperature.
Suddenly, a baby's cry came from the room behind, the sound was weak and sharp, and then many people were coaxing and making noise, but the baby's cry could not stop.
"You just fell asleep, why are you crying again?" Fu Shou frowned and asked to the side.
Zhao Cainu, who was beside her, had no idea what was going on. She was about to move over to take a look at the situation when she saw Feng Fangnu coming around from behind the house.
Seeing that the emperor, Fu Shou and others were all focusing on her, Feng Fangnu hurriedly lowered her head, as if she had been caught doing something wrong, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "This slave accidentally dropped the basin,
The prince was disturbed..."
"It's really not important!" Zhao Cainu put on a dark face and said to the emperor and Fu Shou: "Please leave this matter to your servant. I must let her know the rules."
The emperor was very impressed by Feng Fangnu. He looked at her up and down and saw that her skin was snow-white, her hair was in a bun with misty hair, and there was only a pair of precious tweezers stuck in her hair. She was obviously standing in a very orderly manner? But every move?
But there is an inexplicable charm. Does this charm come from within? It is not deliberately artificial, but somewhat pure and natural.
"The people around you are all calm and quiet like you, but this Feng Fangnu is lively and active, and she doesn't seem like someone you would like to keep." The emperor ignored Zhao Cainv's words, but asked Fu Fu with interest.
Shou said.
Fu Shou vaguely guessed the emperor's thoughts and replied truthfully: "It's not good to be too quiet. There must be fish swimming in a tank of water to make it vivid."
"Then she is a swimming fish in your palace?" The emperor smiled softly and looked at Feng Fangnu who was standing quietly, but her eyes were looking around dishonestly.
He was ready to say a few more words about this, but the baby in the back room kept crying? On the contrary, it tended to get worse, and the disturbed emperor had to temporarily stop thinking.
Fu Shou also glanced at the emperor worriedly, as if he wanted to persuade the emperor to go over and take a look.
"Have you not persuaded him yet?" The emperor looked a little unhappy. Seeing a group of people surrounding his eldest son Liu Xi, coaxing him but to no avail? He couldn't help but said in person: "Is this how you take care of the prince on weekdays?"
Everyone in the house knelt down in fright and begged for mercy. Even Fu Shou looked ashamed, blaming himself.
Looking at the emaciated baby in the swaddling clothes, his face was red from crying loudly, and there were tears hanging from the corners of his eyes. The emperor felt like licking the baby, and took the initiative to stretch out his hands to take the baby from other people's hands into his arms.
The baby didn't stop crying just because he entered his father's arms. He broke out of the swaddling clothes with one of his tiny arms and cried even harder.
"Where's Guo Zhao?" Fu Shou saw the baby tearing up the emperor's clothes, waving his hands and even punching the emperor's cheek several times, and asked everyone in a low voice: "Shouldn't Guo Zhao look at the prince?
Where has she gone?"
"After Guo Zhao put the prince to sleep, he was called over by the Song Palace people." Someone raised his head in fear and answered, then quickly lowered his head.
When the emperor heard this somewhat familiar name, he held the child in one hand and looked at Fu Shou with the other: "Guo Zhao? You are from the Queen's Palace?"
"Exactly." Fu Shou stretched out her hand to take the child from the emperor's arms, but the emperor dodged it. She could only reply: "After the prince was born, the queen sent Guo Zhao to take care of the Song palace people and the prince's daily life. I
Seeing that she was young, at first he was only willing to let her do some chores. Who knew that this person would be good at playing the pipa, and would be very good at taking care of children. Not only the people in the Song Palace, but also the prince also liked Guo Zhao very much... and couldn't even leave him for a moment.
"
Hearing that Guo Zhao had quickly integrated into the center from an embarrassing position with a sensitive position, the emperor couldn't help but be a little surprised by Guo Zhao's ability and talent at a young age.
"It's coming, it's coming!" Someone whispered as if he had been granted amnesty.
Guo Zhao, who was dressed plainly and without makeup, came in from the door like a breeze. After asking the emperor and Fu Shou for a sin, he took the baby over with permission. Guo Zhao was young, and he was still a child.
She was a young girl, but she seemed to have some kind of soothing charm. As soon as the crying baby came into her arms, she immediately stopped crying. She even opened her eyes and glanced at Guo Zhao, and her tears turned into smiles.
"The child likes her very much." Afterwards, the emperor recalled the scene just now and said to Fu Shou with unfinished thoughts: "It seems that the queen also chose her carefully."
Fu Shou had a slight smile on his face and did not answer. Instead, he said: "This matter has reminded me. Now I am getting heavier and I don't have enough energy every day. I am even more afraid of not caring about giving birth to children in the future."
The eldest prince... Your majesty is considerate of my concubine, why not arrange for the eldest prince to be placed elsewhere, or send him back to the people of the Song Palace?"
"Now you just think of him as your own son." The emperor said slowly without changing his expression.
"But Your Majesty..." Fu Shou was about to speak but stopped.
"Song Du lives here now. She wants to see the child. Do I not allow her to see her?" The emperor still seemed unwilling to soften his attitude, or in other words, he did not want to lighten the burden on Fu Shou's shoulders: "Both his mother and his son are
, only you can take good care of them, so you can spare some time and let Guo Zhao and the others take good care of them."
"I'd like to." Fu Shou had no choice but to drag his tired body and agree.