Mrs. Hou's postpartum recovery was not good, so the baby was naturally taken care of by a wet nurse.
The imperial doctor also made it clear that the child was born healthy, but Lou Shuluan's birth canal was a bit narrow. There was a risk of suffocation during delivery. The child was frightened and had to be carefully raised for a year or two before it gradually stabilized. It was best not to change wet nurses.
Lou Shuluan cried for joy when she heard what Mr. Hou said. This is a matter of medicine and pharmacy, but if a person has something on his mind, he can't help but be suspicious, wondering whether the child's poor health is due to karmic debt.
The child also seems to feel that his mother is not at peace and cries constantly every day.
Song Chengming had to worry about his children and his wife's health loss during childbirth. Various gossips were still spreading in the fifth room. He held back his anger for the time being, and was determined to kill the fifth master and his family. He repeatedly invited the emperor to
Doctor, a female doctor from the capital came to diagnose and treat my wife.
If Liancheng hadn't tried his best to dissuade him, the Marquis would have sighed and had no choice but to invite the famous doctor Liu Ruhai into the house.
Thanks to the fact that the Hou Mansion has everything, there is no shortage of precious medicinal materials, not to mention Liangyuan Waterside Pavilion.
Mrs. Hou survived the hot summer, and in autumn, Lou Shuluan's health gradually improved.
Song Chengming was finally relieved. There was great joy in the court. Li Guogong had surrounded Yanjing City with troops. The situation was excellent. Prince Zhao and his son would be escorted into the capital sooner or later.
On this day, when he came back from the Yamen, he sent Liancheng to deliver a message to the palace: "Call Xiliu and come back to talk to my wife."
Manager Lian Er was worried. The Marquis called Xiliu back. Of course, it was not to talk to his wife, but to ask for the puppet formation to prepare for the prince's palace of Prince Qin.
It happened that Cao Xiwan slipped out of the palace these days, invited him to have tea with him in the spring, and gave him the news.
She said: "I've been busy recently, and Xiliu is on duty for me. If the Marquis' name is Xiliu, you can tell me that Xiliu is practicing in seclusion and wants to fight to the death with Li Funing."
"..." Do you think Mr. Hou can believe it? Even the second manager thinks it's unreliable after much thought.
Lou Xiliu cannot be the opponent of Princess Funing now.
Manager Lian Er knew very well that Princess Funing was hiding in Jinling City. She seemed to be unruly and deliberately attract attention. She even injured more than a dozen Jinyiwei masters who were ordered to chase her. Even Qin Meng was
I only fought to a draw with her.
When Shen Shuangtian was patrolling the streets in the middle of the night, he met Li Funing by chance on Chengtianmen Long Street. He tried three moves in a row and came up short. The only one who didn't make a move was Su Jintian.
On the other hand, Luo Mofeng sang a weeping phoenix song on the Chunbo Corridor of the Marquis Mansion, causing Li Funing to flee and not dare to approach the Nankang Marquis Mansion.
"Li Funing is so honest and helps Feng Junqing, of course because Feng Junqing can control her. Just like Luo's mother."
Cao Xiliu discussed with Lou Xiliu in the palace late at night how to defeat Li Funing. When she left the palace, she also discussed with Manager Lian Er, "With the Ten Thousand Methods Demon Embryo Skill, is it possible that he is afraid of using sound to control the enemy? Li Funing is afraid of Weeping Fengxiao and Tongtian
Jade flute?”
Logically it shouldn't.
——Those who practice this demonic skill should be the master of all demons.
Princess Dai showed no signs of such weakness. Gray Thorn also said that Magu was not afraid of the Tongtian Jade Flute.
She left the palace every once in a while and inquired from Steward Lian Er about the competition between Li Funing and Jin Yi. She discussed it with Liancheng, and after careful consideration, she came up with a conjecture:
Li Funing has not really used the demon fetus yet.
"Giving someone else's demon fetus to Li Funing means that the demon fetus controls her body, a bit like a puppet, right? Even if it was given to her by her own mother, it is not Li Funing's own demon fetus. She should not have perfected her demon skills yet.
Therefore, if Li Funing is afraid of Weeping Fengxiao, he will also compete with Luo Shengji's Tongtian Jade Flute."
"...You can't come down to talk? What are you busy with?" He raised his head in confusion and asked Cao Xiwan on the roof.
She was lying on the roof.
At this time, it was a private room on the fourth floor of Yitangchun. She was lying on the eaves with her tiles uncovered, with only a pair of eyes exposed, looking furtively at the drinker Liancheng in the private room.
She whispered: "I am investigating why the news from the north is false. Everyone thinks that since I am in the palace, they will not guard against me secretly investigating this matter."
"..." Even the second manager is also investigating the matter. Let his brother investigate.
"Him? Everyone knows that he is back. They are all on guard against him." She smiled, her figure turned into smoke, and left under the moonlight.
But Liancheng's words still made her secretly happy. If the spies at Shangyuan County Pier were all on guard against Liancheng's brother, they would have no time to guard against her.
You know, the Marquis was searching for spies in Jinyi Yamen, sifting them here and there like a sieve, and killed many people before he dared to report back to His Majesty, but she had seen the list of those who had been executed.
These are spies from all over the country who have been known for a long time. The Marquis has probably been on guard for a long time and used them to deliver false news.
This search turned up nothing.
But Li Guogong's victory in the siege of Yanjing City made His Majesty Long Yan very happy, and congratulations poured out from the court. Even Song Chengming knew what was going on in Jinyi Yamen, and he also rushed a large number of Jinyi captains to prepare for the day when the city was broken.
Enter Yanjing City, search out the secret files of Prince Zhao's Mansion, find out the real spies, and prepare to kill them all.
Cao Xiwan rode out of the capital.
With the water flowing brightly and the moon shining brightly, she found a small pier in the capital two or three miles outside the city and spent two coppers to catch a night passenger boat.
When the first watch sounded, she moved into the boat and entered the narrow cabin with difficulty.
The boat swayed with the waves, and the moon shone brightly through the window.
She moved slowly under the moonlight and sat on the bench in front of the window.
The young vendor next to him was dozing off. He looked up at her vigilantly and saw that she was wearing a torn green coat, with bruises on her face, and a fat waist that looked like she was at least six or seven months pregnant. The vendor continued to lean on his
He covered his head and dozed off on the cargo load.
The boat shuddered, left the dock, and slid into the middle of the river.
In the next few days, she took the night boat at the same pier for ten consecutive days at the first watch.
In the eyes of the people who took the boat at night, she was not different from the village women in the suburbs. If she arrived a few steps late, even the boat owner would be familiar with her: "Here, here -! I'm just waiting for you."
!The ship is about to sail!”
"I'm sorry, my boss has a lot to do today. I'm a little late."
"I say, you should rest at home. Fortunately, your boss is willing to use you. If something goes wrong and things go wrong, it won't be easy for him to handle."
"...I am the boss, honest."
In order to save money, the ugly pregnant woman in the countryside saw that it hadn't rained on the river. In recent days, she didn't even buy a cabin in the boat, so she sat on the bow of the boat with her parcel. The parcel was a little torn, and the boat owner saw only a few tattered clothes and towels.
The bow of the boat was not deserted. There were a few thick village women riding on the boat. They looked at her with pity and secretly lamented her miserable life.
The boat was sailing down the river, and the moon reflected the sway of the river. These seven or eight village women were sitting on their own empty baskets. Their homes were in the mountains on the outskirts of the city. There were dozens of fruit trees in front of and behind their houses. After the autumn harvest, they would do this every day.
They went down the mountain together, carried a load of fruit and took the morning boat to the capital to sell fruit, and at midnight they took the night boat home together.
With a large number of people and a carrying pole in hand, there is no need to worry about encountering a kidnapper who snatches a woman.
The most important thing is that taking a boat in the middle of the night costs a few coppers, which is the cheapest.
Even though they are country women, they dare not enter the Nine Gates of the capital for fear of being charged.
They went together to do small business outside the city gate, put down their burdens at the official pavilion, and sold some autumn fruits to support their families.
I recognized her after going back and forth. I knew her surname was Qu.
Listening to Sister-in-law Qu's words, the village women have already known it. Even if she refuses to say it, who can't guess it?
Her husband is a rotten drunkard. He works as a long-term worker in another family. He is afraid of riches and officials. He is bullied by his employer and his wages are deducted, so he dare not even let out a fart. After the autumn harvest, he only relies on his pregnant wife to do odd jobs in the city, and comes back every day without wages.
, even beat his pregnant wife.
"I heard that there is a Tutu Temple four or five miles outside the city. It is efficacious. It is just beside the official road. Do you want to go and ask for it?"
Poor Mrs. Qu lowered her head to listen, touched her belly, nodded, and shed tears again.
The village woman looked pitiful and gave her two unsold dried fruits.