The imperial doctor didn't say anything.
It seems that the imperial concubine is always active.
When she was about to give birth, she would always walk around the courtyard and small garden of Yong'an Palace.
I heard that the imperial concubine practiced swordsmanship when she was not pregnant.
Her physique was much better than that of her son.
She was tricked into getting pregnant twice, but both times she gave birth safely.
At this time, Xie Ning was holding Xia Yue's hand and slowly pacing around the room.
Contrary to what most people said, Li Shuling encouraged her to go out and move around the day after she gave birth, saying that lying down all the time was not conducive to recovery, and it was best to move around.
At this time, Xie Ning is still weak and has stomach pain, especially when he goes to the ground.
His waist is not big enough to straighten up.
Xia Yue is the strongest among the palace maids, not to mention that it will be effortless to support Xie Ning.
If necessary, , it was no problem that she could hug Xie Ning and carry him up.
So she took over this job without hesitation.
Xie Ning's waist was arched, like an old lady in her seventies or eighties, and she felt pain everywhere in her body, not just in her stomach.
But after walking for two laps, the aching feeling everywhere was relieved a lot, just like a rusty axle had been oiled, and the movement was much smoother than before.
So as the saying goes, people are afraid of not moving.
Even good people will lie down in bed and become broken.
Seeing that she was already sweating, Fang Shanggong quickly stopped and went forward to help Xie Ning lie down.
Although Li Shu ordered that it is better to be active, he also said that he should act according to his ability.
The master is very weak now.
Giving birth is the most debilitating thing for a woman.
Xie Ning also comforted them: "I'm not very tired.
I've been sweating a lot these past two days."
Women after childbirth will always sweat for a period of time.
The last time Xie Ning gave birth, the weather was not too hot and she sweated a lot.
This time it was the hot season of late summer and early autumn, so I was sweating much more than last time.
I had to change my clothes and bedding three or four times a day.
If I didn't change them, they would be soaked with sweat.
After walking for a while, I changed into another set.
The dry and soft cotton lining, as well as the washed and dried mattress sheets that exude the fragrance of soap locust, make people feel relaxed unconsciously.
Xie Ning never liked to put scent on clothes and curtains, especially at this time, Qing He and the others certainly wouldn't do anything unnecessary.
With his face pressed against the soft fabric, Xie Ning could even smell an indescribable smell of grass on it.
After the third prince woke up, he fed him once.
The newborn baby had a faint milky smell, which was not unpleasant.
Because the weather was still hot, he was wrapped in a thin satin-lined swaddling clothes, with only his little face exposed.
However, he seemed unwilling to be swaddled like this.
When he was about to be swaddled again after feeding and changing his diaper, his hands and feet moved quite vigorously, as if he was resisting the restraints of the swaddling clothes.
His eyes were also opened, but Li Shuling said that children who are not one month old can actually see nothing clearly.
At that time, Qinghe asked in confusion: "Is it true?
Why can't he see clearly with his eyes open?
Besides, if he can't see clearly, how would he know to recognize someone?
When the master hugs him, he is better behaved than when others hug him."
I was crying yesterday, but I stopped crying when I put it in my master’s arms.”
Li Shuling laughed.
"Even if you can't see clearly, how can your child not recognize your mother?"
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This was reasonable, so Qinghe stopped asking further questions.
Yes, even if you can't see it, no child will not recognize his mother, right?
The emperor was sitting in the small study with the window open.
He could see the courtyard outside the long window, and some of the leaves of the flowers and trees were turning yellow.
When the wind blows, the dry and withered leaves fly up like snow flakes and fall all over the ground.
In the past, when I saw this kind of summer coming to an end, I always felt a sense of melancholy.
But now the emperor has no such feeling of sadness for spring and autumn.
On the contrary, even when he looked at the leaves that had turned red or yellow, or the grass withering, he felt that the colorful and rich colors were full of vitality.
Lowering his head and looking at the vermilion annotations, the emperor felt that probably because he was in such a good mood, the words he wrote today were like red butterflies that could fly by flapping their wings.
Bai Hongqi came in quietly.
He could see that the emperor was in a good mood.
He didn't even read the book with all his heart, and the corners of his mouth even raised slightly.
This kind of smile as warm as the spring breeze is rare among the emperor.
It was obviously unwise to disturb the emperor at this time, but he had to go.
After refilling the emperor's tea, Bai Hongqi quietly reported something when the emperor's eyes turned around.
After saying this, Bai Hongqi saw that the smile on the emperor's face disappeared little by little.
The warmth like the spring breeze completely disappeared, replaced by something as cold as winter.
"She said that the emperor must want to know that no one else in the world knew about Jinfeng Yuan back then except her."
After saying this, Bai Hongqi buried his head deeply and did not dare to look at the emperor again.
After a long while, the emperor said: "I understand."
Bai Hongqi really wanted to shrink himself into a ball, the more inconspicuous the better, it would be best if the emperor could completely ignore him and forget about him.
Otherwise, if the emperor thinks about it again one day after this matter has passed, he will not have a good life.
Even if the emperor does not silence him, as soon as he sees him, he will remember that he knows that he should not know.
His secret was definitely sent away from him.
Speaking of which, the imperial concubine's master seemed to know about this.
After the failure of Princess Mingshou, the imperial concubine went to see her together with the emperor.
The fact that the whole palace could make the emperor take this into his heart and allow her to share the biggest secret showed how different the emperor was to her.
Together with the two princes, no one can match the importance of the imperial concubine in the emperor's heart.
Maybe when the new year comes, the imperial concubine will take a step further.
The emperor stood up and walked out.
Bai Hongqi quickly picked up the cloak and followed him.
It was quiet in Yanfu Palace.
Looking in through the half-open door, no one had cleaned the leaves that had fallen on the ground.
There was a layer of floating dust on the corridor pillars.
It looked like no one lived here at all.
Bai Hongqi hurried forward a few steps to lead the way.
"Concubine Shen is now living in the back hall.
Pan Shanggong has been taking care of her for the past few days."
Concubine Shen has reached her current situation, so naturally she cannot afford the services of someone like Pan Shanggong.
The purpose of Pan Shanggong here is to guard her, not only to see that she cannot exchange information with the outside world, but also to prevent her from seeking death.
For Pan Shanggong, the former is not difficult, but the latter is not.
If a person wants to die, there are too many ways.
Even if there is no poison, no rope, scissors and knives, women always have various ways.
For example, swallowing gold, using long sharp hairpins instead of knives and scissors, if that doesn't work, there are also tongue-biting and hunger strikes.
Fortunately, after these days, Pan Shanggong finally fulfilled his mission.
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The main thing is that Concubine Shen doesn't seem to be seeking death, otherwise Pan Shanggong wouldn't dare to guarantee that he could keep an eye on her for twelve hours a day
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