Ning Ying had just put down the tremella soup, and Qingyang brought in the soup.

This was also prescribed by the Imperial Doctor, and was used to replenish qi and blood after pregnancy. Ning Ying had been drinking it for a long time.

Now she saw this black soup medicine, and she felt a headache when she smelled the bitter smell.

"Please take it away." She looked up at Qingyang.

Qingyang was choked and wanted to make a final struggle: "Fangfu Jin, the Fourth Master said - the most important thing for you to take care of your body now, and this medicine cannot be left behind."

Ning Ying focused on searching for silver thread in the needle and thread basket held in Ting'er's hand, and said, "Put aside."

...

In the backyard, in another courtyard, Fujin was also picking up the medicine bowl.

The medicine in the medicine bowl was slightly red with a slight sauce and smelled a little fishy - which made Fojin feel a little uneasy.

"I have to take care of myself, and I will be able to get pregnant with the baby in one fell swoop when my elder brother stays here!" She still remembered that when her mother's family came over, she gave her a precious and serious place to her and reminded her.

Perhaps because I have been a wife for several years, my mother's family has no shyness when she says these words.

Even though the prince is now fascinated by the concubine in the mansion, the legitimate wife is the legitimate wife after all.

No matter what, the prince always has to come here in a month.

Opportunities are not completely gone.

Facing the earnest gaze of her mother's family, the concubine felt bitter and could not speak.

She actually wanted to say: The Fourth Prince hasn't been interested in touching her for a long time.

long time.

Out of the last trace of pitiful self-esteem, the concubine did not intend to tell her family about this.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the medicine in the bowl - the calm water surface, which reflected her deep and sunken eye sockets.

Perhaps because the medicine is dark, the eye sockets also look dark, and under the lights, the face looks anxious and haggard.

Uranara looked away and didn't want to look at it again.

...

Since the three princesses, Ning Ying feels that almost a day is not enough.

I often wake up in the morning, see the third princess, ask about breastfeeding and urinating, and it will soon be noon.

Then after lunch, if you do a few more handicrafts for your daughter, when you look up, the sunset will fall into the red glow of the sky like a duck egg yolk.

In addition, Honghui is still a little baby and needs to be taken care of. He comes in from time to time and asks his mother to play with him.

So, every day, life is like flowing.

Although there were a group of servants serving him, Ning Ying estimated that if Honghui was not as old as six or seven years old, she would definitely not be able to make any move.

Besides, at that time: it was just "freeing up".

Children are the concern of parents for the rest of their lives - when Honghui is truly full of wings, she will have to wait at least ten years.

At night, Ning Ying finally got free.

After being served well in the bathtub and taking a hot bath, Ning Ying felt that her fatigue had dissipated for half.

Ting'er served her to change into the homely clothes she wore in the room.

This is also just delivered by the embroidery room.

The style is designed by Ning Ying himself: the base cloth is a light rice-apricot color, with cherry blossoms embroidered on it, and the color is gradient: the bottom is a darker peach color, and the top is light pink.

When it is almost reaching the shoulders, the color of the petals will be light and almost turn white.

She wore this kind of clothes as simple and soft fabrics, which were so close to her. She wore them as home clothes.

Ting'er held Ning Ying and sat down in front of the dressing table. While holding a big dry towel and palette, she prepared the rose hair oil.

The house was filled with hollow flower baskets in the shape of large and small cherry blossoms - all delivered from the front yard study room.

The fourth prince knew that she liked these gadgets.

These flower baskets are also of top quality. Some are made of ivory, while others are hollowed out with gold and jade, four or five inches high. The top is carved with silver mother flowers, covered with a layer of gauze, which exudes hazy lights, which is so exquisite.

Ning Ying asked Ting'er to pierce all the rose petals used for bathing into the gauze bag and throw them in.

Just as she wiped her hair, Ting'er helped her tie her hair loosely, and Honghui came over at the door.

He held his two little fat hands on the door frame and said to Ning Ying with a slight voice: "My mother is with me."

Madam Kong and her wet nurse followed behind and chased after her.

Ning Ying waved her hand to signal her son to come over, and asked the wet nurses and the others to retreat, then she hugged Honghui on her lap.

Honghui sat on Ning Ying's legs and suddenly his nose wrinkled - probably because he was smelled of the strong fragrance of flowers in the room.

He sneezes a big sneeze.

Ning Ying quickly asked Ting'er to bring up all the largest flower baskets.

When Ting'er went out, there was only two mother and son left in the inner room.

Honghui kept twisting his little body on Ning Ying's legs.

He had just washed his face and his eyelashes were stained with water vapor.

Honghui put his fat hand around his mother's neck, then turned around and looked at the door of the house several times.

Finally, Honghui hesitated for a moment before lifting the fat man's hand to block his mouth, leaning against Ning Ying's ear, and said softly and tenderly: "Mom, Mom..."

He called out twice in a row but stopped again, looking reluctant to speak.

Ning Ying took the clean veil next to him and helped him wipe off the mist from his eyelashes. Then she said softly: "Honghui, do you have something to say to your mother?"

Honghui immediately nodded vigorously: "Yes!!"

Ning Ying picked up her son, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. Honghui crawled out of her arms and feet and used the ground, lay on the thick quilt on the bed, then turned to Ning Ying, and said mysteriously: "That day in the small house, I not only saw my sister, but also my brother!"

Ning Ying was shocked when she heard this and suddenly thought of what Wen Honghui said that day.

At that time, her son covered his face and was unwilling to say it - she did not forcefully ask.

"What's your younger brother... like?" Ning Ying turned around and held her chin, faced with her son, stared at her son's bright and black eyes, and asked him.

Honghui turned over and started to flip.

He sat on the bedding with his fat calves crossed his legs, reached out to pull the left lower eyelid against the end of his eye, and flipped it slightly to the outside, pointing it to Ning Ying like a grimace, and said with a smile: "There is a little here, brother."

Ning Ying felt that Honghui should be talking about "mole".

She raised her sleeve, reached her in front of her son, pointed to a mole on her arm and asked her son: "Is that true?"

Honghui stretched his head and took a look, and immediately nodded with a serious look on his face and said, "Yes!"

Ning Ying lowered her head and touched her stomach, and remained silent.

Suddenly, Madam Kong's respectful voice sounded outside, and asked with a little careful question: "Fangxian, it's time for the second prince to go to bed."

When Honghui heard this, he jumped into the bed, arched into the quilt, and muttered, "Mum is here again!"

Ning Ying looked up and sang: "Madam, come in!"

Madam Kong agreed to enter the room and smiled apologized: "Second Brother, it's time. I'm here to wait for you to go back to the bed to rest!"
Chapter completed!