Song Xiaojing seemed to have a light sentence, but few people could do it, including herself, and even Song Anle, would also have a selfish mentality.

I guess everyone has a mentality that everyone has before, so Song Xiaojing also said worriedly: "But Qing'er is our relative. If we ignore her, it would be a bit unkind. But now the Empress is staring at her, it is really difficult."

Song Anle at least knew the connection, so she was not worried about Bai Huaqing's future, but Song Xiaojing was different. Regardless of whether she was sincere or not, at least she was very realistic. So Song Anle took her hand and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, everyone has their own blessings, they have their own complaints, and I believe that God is fair."

Song Xiaojing nodded, but said worriedly: "I hope this is the case."

There must be no further progress on the topic of Bai Huaqing, so Song Xiaojing wanted to change the topic a little, so she seemed to suddenly remember something, so she said with concern: "By the way, Anle, have you prepared something for your child?"

When talking about the child, Song Anle's face showed a faint smile, and she also said calmly: "The days are still long, but I haven't prepared too much, but I have something to ask you to help me."

Song Xiaojing said casually: "What else can I say? Come and take it to me."

"Then you wait." Song Anle said, and got up and walked into the hall.

Song Xiaojing watched her walk into the inner hall, so she checked around the hall. Because she knew that Song Anle never used sandalwood or other things, she couldn't find a suitable place to put the powder in her hand for a while.

Just when she was anxious, she accidentally found a stove next to the door, which seemed to be a spare for stewed food, usually used to facilitate the owners to eat at any time, and she also has this item in there.

So she quickly sprinkled the powder in the paper bag evenly into the charcoal fire in the stove. The best feature of this stove is that it is only used to keep food warm and does not need to add charcoal fire frequently, so the powder she sprinkled will not be burned out in a short time.

Song Xiaojing did not hesitate at all when sprinkling the powder, but after success, she was a little nervous. Although these were just powders that were slightly unfavorable to pregnant women and were colorless and tasteless, they could enter the body along the breath of the human body, and then for a long time, it would lead to insufficient qi and blood in the pregnant women, which would be serious to miscarriage.

Since Song Xiaojing was willing to help Gao Yuankang compete for the country, she certainly would not allow the birth of a royal heir during this period, except for her children.

After Song Anle walked out of the hall, she saw Song Xiaojing dazed at the door, and she called out "Xiaojing."

Song Xiaojing recovered from her thoughts in panic. At this time, Song Anle said while walking: "Why are you staring at daze here?"

"I just heard a thunder sound and thought it would rain again." Song Xiaojing said, not forgetting to look out the window.

The sky was always foggy and dark after the rain. Song Anle was worried that there would be rain, so she said kindly: "It's getting late, why don't you go back too, don't encounter thunderstorms again."

"No rush, I'll help you see the things first, it won't be a short while."

As the two sisters walked and said, they walked back to the soft couch and sat down. Song Anle took out a small bellyband in his hand. The exquisite pattern had been embroidered, but it was still missing a shape, so she said modestly: "Here you see, what shape should this small bellyband look good?"

Song Xiaojing was shocked because of the lack of exquisite patterns, so she said in surprise: "Did you make it yourself?"

"Of course, I hope anyone can help me do this."

"It looks so good." Song Xiaojing looked at her cute bellyband with love, but then she said: "I think this must be cute in a fan shape."

"Really;" Song Anle took the laughing bellyband, and while thinking, she smiled happily: "Then I will follow you and make it into a fan shape when it is finished."

Song Xiaojing smiled. She looked at the sky outside the window and said in a blink of an eye: "It's getting late, and I should go back too, otherwise Prince Lin should be unhappy."

Compared to Song Xiaojing's happiness, Song Anle was naturally very moved, but it was rare for Song Xiaojing to be like this today. No matter what, she was still happy for her from the bottom of her heart, so she smiled and said: "It seems that King Lin attaches great importance to you, you must grasp it well."

Song Xiaojing said with emotion: "It's not easy to be true in the palace."

"It is because it is not easy that you should cherish it." Song Anle also seemed to remind her that some love is the love that should be cherished, and some love needs to be seen clearly.

"I understand, you should take care of yourself, and I will come to see you later."

"No need, you are about to enter labor. It's better not to walk around casually, otherwise I can't explain to the King."

Song Xiaojing smiled shyly, "Then I'll leave first."

"I'll give you it." Then the sisters walked out together, and the sky became brighter at this time, and it was obvious that the weather was clear after the rain.

Song Anle's worsening sleepiness was beyond normal. She also felt that in addition to being surprisingly sleepy, she felt lazy and had no strength. She wanted to walk more every day, but she felt a little lack of energy.

After checking the imperial doctor one by one, no abnormalities were found, and the fetus was still alive, so she was confused about it, but she had no choice but to do anything.

After the imperial physician left that day, Song Anle still couldn't feel at ease as usual. She didn't know why, but the unknown premonition in her heart always troubled her for no reason.

Mei Xin saw that Song Anle had been worried, probably because of her physical condition, so she said at the right time: "Emperor, are you sleepy again?"

Although Song Anle looked tired, she shook her head powerlessly, "You said these imperial doctors really work. Why do I feel that my body is getting weaker and weaker? It seems that my whole body is about to sink. Not only do I have no strength, but I also feel like I can't do it."

"Imperial concubine, you are pregnant. The imperial doctor said that any reaction is normal. You don't have to be too anxious. If it really doesn't work, please accompany you out for a walk, maybe it will be better."

"Forget it, I want to sleep for a while." Song Anle lazily lay on the bed again. Seeing her being caught by the strong feeling of fatigue, Mei Xin couldn't bear it.

Seeing her sleepy times, Mei Xin was a little worried, but the imperial doctor did not detect any abnormalities again and again, so she could only think that it was caused by pregnancy.

In order to disrupt her sleepiness, Mei Xin took a steaming hot bowl next to her and said, "Imperial concubine, this is the mung bean soup I just cooked. Why not drink it before going to sleep."

Song Anle moved up clumsyly again, because her appetite was pretty good, but her body couldn't absorb it well, so she didn't feel the flesh growing.

With a bowl of mung bean soup under her belly, Song Anle felt a little stronger. Listening to the ticking sound outside, she said curiously: "Is it raining?"

"I've been down long ago, but the imperial concubine just fell asleep and didn't hear it."

"Let's go, accompany me to get some breath." Song Anle said and got up. Mei Xin quickly put down the small bowl and helped her.

When she came outside the hall, facing the clear air, Song Anle also felt comfortable. However, the road surface was so wet and slippery after the rain, so she was inconvenient to travel. In the end, she just chose to walk under the eaves of the corridor.

The length of the eaves of the corridor is only around the area of ​​a palace, so it is not too long. However, Song Anle already felt exhausted, so her pace became heavier and heavier.

Hongzhu could see Song Anle's tiredness, so she said, "Imperial concubine, why not have a rest here."

Song Anle nodded and sat down on the wooden chair in front. Looking at everything bathed in the rain, it was as clear as a mirror, making people feel a sudden refreshed comfort.

Song Anle stretched out a slender jade hand, and then dripped raindrops under the eaves of the corridor, but Hongzhu was surprised to find that the skin exposed on her wrist was obviously swelling, so she said in surprise: "Imperial, your hand..."

Only then did Song Anle notice that his wrist was not easy to find signs of swelling indoors, so he always thought that he was growing flesh, but under clear vision, he did not look like he was growing flesh normally.

They each had a clear mind, but they didn't want to add a burden to each other, so Song Anle smiled dimly and said, "It's true that you didn't let down your careful service every day."

Hongzhu could also see that Song Anle also knew her swollen physical condition, so they were very worried. In order to avoid accidents, she said again: "If the imperial concubine is tired, let's go back early."

Song Anle didn't have the strength to stroll around, so she nodded and helped her up with Hongzhu. The moment she was dizzy, she was shaking twice.

"Imperial, what's wrong with you?" Hongzhu held her in fear. Fortunately, she was strong enough, otherwise Song Anle would have fallen.

Song Anle relaxed for a while, but she still fell down a little drowsy. She felt that she was about to be unable to breathe, and her body also sank, but her consciousness was still awake and holding Hongzhu, as if she was worried.

"Imperial." Even though Hongzhu was strong, she couldn't help her body that was not completely limp and sinking. So when she saw that she couldn't help Song Anle, she raised her head and shouted, "Come on now."

It happened that Gao Yuanshang walked into the hall. Perhaps he heard the shouts. When he heard the sound, he rushed in front of Hongzhu a few steps and hugged Song Anle who was almost fainted in his arms.

When Song Anle lost consciousness, she looked at Gao Yuanshang's familiar face in a daze. She thought it was an hallucination that she had appeared before she was unconscious, but she still fell in his arms with peace of mind.
Chapter completed!