The climate in Kyoto is definitely much softer than that in Dongyue City, with no wind and sand and no scorching sunshine. The prince's mansion has already been moved to a new location, and the interior of the mansion has been newly decorated, comparable to the luxury of the palace.
But Yan Wei'er didn't have any luck and fell ill as soon as she arrived in Kyoto. Feng Chuyang was so frightened that he even invited the imperial doctor to his house to check Yan Wei'er's pulse.
Jasmine wasn't too worried at first, thinking it was another trick played by the madam to keep Feng Chuyang entertained, but unexpectedly, the imperial doctor's words frightened her and Feng Chuyang as well.
After the imperial doctor left, Feng Chuyang said to Jasmine: "For the sake of your young lady, don't tell her the news for the time being. Do you think so?"
Jasmine cried very sadly, not caring that Feng Chuyang was in front of her, she just fell down on the chair, heartbroken.
Feng Chuyang was about to speak again when he saw Jasmine standing up, grabbing the teacup on the table and smashing it towards him, crying while smashing: "Get out! Get out! It's you who hurt our wife!"
Feng Chuyang turned aside, avoiding the teacup, and suddenly stretched out his hand to strangle Jasmine's neck: "You are a humble maid, do you think that this prince really doesn't dare to kill you?"
Jasmine's eyes were full of hatred and sadness, and she smiled with difficulty: "Kill me, kill me quickly, I don't want to live anyway. You have harmed my wife like this, you crazy dog..."
Feng Chuyang's eyes darkened and he put a palm on Jasmine's face: "Damn maid, if you want to die, I will make it happen for you!" He approached Jasmine step by step.
Yan Wei'er's voice came from the room. It was very weak, but in this deathly silent air, it seemed so timely and clear: "Jasmine, Jasmine..." This was followed by another sharp cough.
Jasmine rushed into the house and threw herself in front of Yan Weier's bed: "Madam, are you awake?" She had already wiped away her tears and pretended to be nonchalant or even happy.
Yan Wei'er raised her hand and caressed her red and swollen face tremblingly: "Good Jasmine, what's wrong with your face?" Her voice was so weak that she seemed to die at any moment, and her eyes were filled with tears.
Jasmine couldn't help but burst into tears: "When I entered the house just now, my face touched the door frame and was swollen." Her voice was choked and whining, as if it hurt.
Yan Wei'er tried her best to smile: "You are really careless when you walk, what are you so anxious about?" When she spoke, her eyes were full of sadness. Suddenly, tears slowly flowed out, and she suddenly fell on the pillow: "Moli, my
Is the child gone?"
When she asked this question, she suddenly burst into tears, and Jasmine couldn't stop crying. How could she hide it from her? She knew medical skills, but just because she knew medical skills, she was harmed again.
When she was caught by Feng Chuyang, she was slightly infected with the plague. In order to keep her innocence, she was half treated and half dragged along the way. She vomited and felt dizzy on the boat. She thought it was a symptom of seasickness, but also thought it was because of the medicine she took.
In fact, she was pregnant with Ji Lembino's child, but she ignored it.
Her health got worse and worse. It wasn't until she went to live in Dongyue City and got the zither that she thought she could protect herself, so she decided to take the medicine. But by then, the fetus had been affected by the medicine and slowly became stillborn.
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The fetus was stillborn, and no one knew about it for several months. The imperial doctor was also shocked.
Along the way, Yan Wei'er had a great battle of wits with Feng Chuyang, and was eager to break into Feng Chuyang's military camp to steal some information or military plans, but he couldn't let him have a good life.
But when she entered Kyoto and felt that everything had to be implemented according to her ideas, she collapsed and was extremely hurt.
Her and Jilianbeno's child was gone.
She actually killed their child for herself.
When everything became a fact, she was no longer interested in dealing with Feng Chuyang. Her hurt heart seemed to be cut open by a knife, with cuts one after another and blood dripping drop by drop.
She didn't even look at Feng Chuyang standing in front of the bed, she just stared at the ceiling in a daze.
Outside the window, the sun was so dazzling, but inside the window, it was as cold as an ice cellar. Feng Chuyang walked out of the house without saying a word, shook his head for a long time, and went straight to the court hall.
Jasmine followed the imperial doctor's prescription, boiled the medicine and brought it to the bed: "Madam, come here, drink the medicine."
Yan Wei'er looked at Jasmine, her eyes full of sadness: "Moli, are you going to do this to me too?" She gently touched her belly and whispered: "I will not let my child leave me." Her tone was soft,
It's like being afraid of waking up a sleeping baby.
Jasmine knelt in front of the bed, brought the bowl in front of her again, and advised sadly: "Madam, the child is dead. Don't do this. The imperial doctor said that if you continue like this, sooner or later you will take your own life."
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"No! No no!" Yan Wei'er's hands trembled and she suddenly knocked the medicine to the ground: "I won't drink it. I won't let my child leave me." She suddenly burst into tears because she knew that,
She knew better than anyone that her child was gone.
Jasmine fell to the ground, feeling as if her child was gone. However, she couldn't cry all the time. She had to let the madam take medicine on time and clean up the rotten flesh in her belly, otherwise the madam would never have a child again.
, and even endanger the wife's life.
During the seven days after Yan Wei'er returned to Kyoto, she fell asleep and woke up, cried when she woke up, did not eat, and occasionally drank some water. When she saw Feng Chuyang coming, it was as if this person did not exist.
As usual, Jasmine took the medicine and handed it to her. Although she didn't knock the medicine over, she said in a sad tone: "Good Jasmine, please, please let me stay with him for a while." Then she cried quietly until
The crying has become hoarse, and the eyes can no longer shed tears.
Until the seventh day, Feng Chuyang came again.
Yan Wei'er said in a hoarse voice: "I want to hold a funeral." She was so sad that she wanted to cry without tears.
Feng Chuyang frowned: "Here?"
"You don't have to be here." Yan Weier's eyes were dull and sunken.
"Is there a villa in the suburbs, okay?" Feng Chuyang felt a little disturbed. What's going on? Before the imperial concubine entered the house, he helped her bury her child with another man, and she couldn't refuse.
He sometimes wonders whether he is too soft-hearted towards this woman. A man who has achieved great things should not be so condescending to a woman. But from the beginning, he was the one who longed for her first. No matter what the reason was, or that ridiculous prophecy,
No matter how much he thought about it day and night, he lowered his head after all.
According to his usual style, whether she wants it or not, he will cook the rice with her first, but what's the point? He has no shortage of women.
Feng Chuyang left the room without waiting for Yan Wei'er's answer. The next day, soldiers and horses came to escort Yan Wei'er and others to a separate courtyard in the suburbs.
Because his wife is ill, Jasmine asked Anu to follow Xiao Wu recently, and she did not tell them the cause of her illness. It would not help to talk about such a painful thing once and for all.
But they still knew, but no one dared to ask, no one dared to say anything, and they quietly accompanied the madam to grieve.
The courtyard in the outskirts was full of black and white, but there was no coffin. The gloomy wind blew by, and the burning paper flew everywhere. Yan Wei'er cried: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my mother's fault.
You shouldn't run out so willfully. If your father knew you were there, I don't know how happy he would be."
She said these words over and over again, and as she spoke, she fainted again.
A woman who lost her child felt as if she had also died. She lived in a garden in the suburbs and did not allow anyone to remove the furnishings in the mourning hall. However, she began to drink medicine.
She drank and cried, cried and drank. The reason why she was still willing to take the medicine was just because she had promised to Jilianbino that she would live no matter what. Therefore, she wanted to go back to see Jilianbino alive.
The mourning hall was set up for seventy-seven forty-nine days before it was withdrawn.
Yan Wei'er took the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor and her body was recovering. Just as she felt better, she made another request to Feng Chuyang to perform rituals for her dead child in the temple to save the child's soul.
The war in Feng Chuyang has been tense recently. Jiang Ruian, his most capable general, had a stalemate with Xuanwu's troops at Cangning Ferry. He ordered Yan Wuchen to escort Yan Wei'er to Haining Temple to stay for a few days.
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Yan Wei'er was in the temple, practicing elegance and quietness, and gradually returned to normal, suppressing her grief in her heart. If she didn't leave, Yan Wuchen didn't dare to rush her. Everyone knew who was the master now.
One of them cannot speak coldly, and the other cannot be angry.
On the third day after Yan Wei'er entered the temple, Prince Feng Chulie and Grand Tutor Wen Ling of the East Palace also came. Everyone knelt down, and Yan Wei'er was no exception.
Yan Wei'er's identity was secret and it was not appropriate to publicize it too much, so he stayed away and did not even have a single word of conversation with Feng Chulie.
But that night, a dark shadow sneaked into the house.
Yan Wei'er was awake, but she didn't scream. She was a captive, so was she afraid that someone would kidnap her again?
"Young Master Madam, I am Duan Chong." The black shadow knelt on the ground and saluted.
Yan Weier sat up immediately: "Duan Chong? Duan Chong of the Eighteen Knights?" Of course she recognized this man. The Eighteen Knights had followed her on many trips to protect her.
"Madam, why are you here alone? Where is the young master, is he here too?" Duan Chong was confused and didn't want to think about how he could let the young master and his wife sleep alone in the room when the young master was here.
Yan Weier briefly explained the situation to him: "Duan Chong, do you know Feng Chuyang's Xinfu Di?"
Duan Chong nodded: "He is so arrogant, who wouldn't know?"
"Okay. There is a big locust tree at the entrance of his backyard. If I steal valuable information, I will put it under that tree. You can come and see it every three days, okay?"
"Madam, why do you need to take risks yourself?" Duan Chong asked anxiously.
"I want to avenge my child." Yan Weier said coldly, clenching her fists, and her nails hurt her flesh.
Duan Chong did not dare to ask more questions and agreed, but said with a worried look on his face: "Madam, please take care of yourself first, otherwise, no matter how important the information is, the young master will not be happy if he gets it."
Yan Wei'er sighed, which sounded particularly frightening in the silent night: "Tell the young master that he must never come to Kyoto. Feng Chuyang has been ambushing him for a long time. I will find an opportunity to run away and let him remember that he is not only
Not only am I, Yan Wei'er's husband, but also the head of the Ji Lian family."
Duan Chong silently remembered it in his heart and left quietly, as if he had never appeared in this room before.
Yan Wei'er stood up and lit the candle, sat on the bed, clasped her hands, closed her eyes, and prayed for the dead child. At the same time, she also prayed for Jilian Bino.