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Because Ya Chongrong had a child, she became extra energetic during the confinement period. She was no longer in a daze and could only organize the children's clothes that she had made day by day. My appetite is also better.

Nie Wushuang felt relieved to see her like this.

Yang Zhi came over and sighed: "Everything in the world is unpredictable, but I finally got an advantage."

Nie Wushuang smiled slightly: "Isn't it? If Concubine Shu was not so anxious to seize Ya Chongrong's child, the queen would not notice her intention to fight for the heirloom. Now it is better. The queen is wary of her. In the future, she will It’s hard to move even in the palace. Exhausted.”

Yang Zhi listened to the cries of the children in Yachong Rongnuan Pavilion and asked, "Is it true that your Majesty doesn't educate the third prince by yourself? After all, I will be your Majesty's support from now on!"

Nie Wushuang smiled coldly: "The emperor's love is my support. How can this little child be my support, let alone not my biological child!"

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left.

"Isn't it because your Majesty is afraid?" Yang Zhi, who was behind her, couldn't help but ask in a loud voice: "Isn't it because she is afraid that she will have feelings for the third prince, so she doesn't educate him personally?"

Nie Wushuang paused, her delicate shoulders trembling slightly, and her voice became colder: "Does Eunuch Yang know what he is talking about?"

Yang Zhi said slowly: "I know what I'm talking about, it's because I still have hatred in my heart. I'm afraid that my hatred will blind my eyes and I will do dangerous things in the future! This time it's not just that I don't educate the three. He’s just a prince, because I haven’t thought about my future at all! So I don’t need to be a burden!”

Nie Wushuang was silent for a while and said coldly: "Why is my heart filled with hatred? Does Eunuch Yang think this is something worthy of surprise?"

She paused and continued walking forward: "Eunuch Yang, don't worry, I know what I am doing."

There was silence in the inner hall, and the warmth dispelled the biting cold air outside the hall. Nie Wushuang closed her eyes to rest her mind. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and saw Deshun standing in front of her with a smile.

She let out a long breath: "Are you here?"

Deshun carefully looked at Nie Wushuang's face: "Mother, did Eunuch Yang say something that made the queen unhappy again?"

Nie Wushuang's beautiful eyes turned sideways, and he said with a half-smile: "So what? That's the kind of temper he has."

Deshun said with a smile: "Actually, your Majesty, you don't have to look at his face now. Your Majesty..." Before he could finish speaking, Nie Wushuang interrupted him coldly: "After all, you have to do whatever I ask you to do. How's it going?"

Deshun quickly calmed down the expression on his face and said: "I heard this, this time His Royal Highness Prince Rui led the three armies, namely... He went to see him again..." He whispered, and Nie Wushuang listened quietly.

At the end, she said calmly: "You are not allowed to tell Eunuch Yang about what I ordered you to inquire about!"

Deshun nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I will definitely not tell you."

Before the color faded from his face, Nie Wushuang warned coldly: "I don't want to hear any words to sow discord from you in the future. Although Eunuch Yang is from Prince Rui, I know what he says. Listen, what not to listen to. Do you understand?"

Deshun was frightened by the warning in her tone and broke into a cold sweat on his forehead, and quickly retreated.

Nie Wushuang looked out the window at the bright red palace lanterns and the numerous palace towers, and murmured: "Ya is going on an expedition..."

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Yun Chongyuan passed away on the day after giving birth. Concubine Yun, who had been favored for three years, died during this lively Chinese New Year. Xiao Fengming posthumously named her Yunhui's noble concubine and ordered her to be buried in the imperial mausoleum. This ending is not too bad for her, at least her name will be remembered by future generations along with the emperor's name.

After the New Year, Xiao Fengming organized the three armies and selected 30,000 elite soldiers. Xiao Fengqing was in charge of the command, and four generals including Nie Minghu were around to choose an auspicious day to set off.

Nie Wushuang was chatting with Ya Chongrong in the palace, teasing the little prince. I wonder if it was because Yun Chongyuan was injured when giving birth to him or something. The third prince was very thin, and because of this, Ya Chongrong cherished him more and more. , taking care of her day and night.

When Nie Wushuang saw how thin she was, he couldn't help complaining: "I didn't give you the child to raise so that you would be so tired."

Ya Chongrong said with a smile: "I'm fine, my concubine. If you raise the little prince, the little prince will be grateful to the empress in the future. Only then will he be kind to the empress."

Nie Wushuang thought of Yang Zhi's words and suddenly felt depressed, and he would rarely visit the third prince in the future.

The three armies are about to set off, and Xiao Fengming is very busy. The early spring snow has not yet melted, and winter clothes, spring clothes, food and grass... everything must be coordinated. Thirty thousand people are elites, so naturally more of Xiao Fengming's efforts have been put into them. The military power of Ying State before was in the hands of Empress Dowager Gao. Now that Xiao Fengming has finally taken charge, he is working hard to govern and must build a more powerful weapon.

He set up three more battalions outside the Gyeonggi Camp, the Xiaoqi Battalion, the Infantry Battalion and the Guards Battalion. Each battalion had 30,000 elite soldiers, and all the weapons and equipment were new. He has already sharpened his sword and is ready to show his ambition.

Nie Wushuang knew that he was busy with state affairs, so he rarely went to the imperial study. One night, Xiao Fengming came suddenly. He had a chill all over his body, but his eyebrows were bright.

Seeing that he was in good spirits, Nie Wushuang knew that he must have received some good news, so he smiled and stepped forward to take off his cloak. Xiao Fengming smiled and asked, "You're not sleeping?"

Nie Wushuang said softly: "I am embroidering some complicated patterns and will go to bed later."

Xiao Fengming looked at the embroidery basket placed aside. There was a middle coat inside, which was for a man.

However, the embroidery style was not made for him. He asked, "Is it for your brother?"

Nie Wushuang nodded: "I don't know when this war will end. I want to prepare all the spring clothes for my eldest brother. There are no female relatives in my eldest brother's family... alas..."

She sighed lightly. Xiao Fengming suddenly thought of Yun Le and said with regret: "Yes, after this battle is over, I will find another marriage for your eldest brother. By then he will have achieved great achievements, and the famous family will look at him differently."

Nie Wushuang touched the clothes he had made with his fingers and said calmly: "Yes, after all, I want to get married and start a business." After all, I want to take root in Yingguo, even if it is so difficult...

Xiao Fengming thought of something and frowned slightly: "In three days, Yun Le's hair-raising ceremony and the selection of the consort will be held. Your eldest brother..."

Nie Wushuang was startled, and then said after a long while: "Why don't you ask me to avoid it? Your Majesty can just send him on any random errand."

Xiao Fengming saw her look gloomy and couldn't help but hugged her and comforted her: "Don't worry. Everything will be fine."

Nie Wushuang was in his arms, with a serious expression in her beautiful eyes. Will she be okay? The road ahead is uncertain, and she still doesn't know where her destiny is going.

That night, Xiao Fengming stayed in the "Yonghua Hall". In the middle of the night, he suddenly heard the cry of a child. I didn't care at first, but the crying grew louder and louder, and then suddenly stopped. Nie Wushuang was about to breathe a sigh of relief in his daze. Suddenly, someone broke in with a sad voice: "My queen, my queen, the little prince,... look what's going on?"

Nie Wushuang woke up suddenly. The palace attendant held up a candle. Xiao Fengming also stood up alertly: "What happened?"

Yachongrong pushed the palace maid away and rushed in like crazy. Her hair was disheveled and she was only wearing a coat. She held the child in her arms and cried: "Mother, how could the little prince be like this? Your Majesty... look at... before He was still fine, but later he burst into tears, and I saw him become like this..."

Nie Wushuang looked into her arms and saw that the little child's face was purple and swollen, and the whites of his eyes were rolled up, as if he was out of breath and couldn't breathe.

She was so shocked that she picked up the child and screamed: "Send the message to the imperial doctor quickly! Send the message to the imperial doctor quickly!" The palace maid hurriedly ran out to ask for the imperial doctor. Ya Chongrong had already burst into tears and kept thinking: "How could it be like this..."

Xiao Fengming looked at the child in Nie Wushuang's arms, shocked and angry: "Has it been poisoned?"

Nie Wushuang felt a chill in his heart, and looked at the third prince in his arms. Indeed, his hands and feet had turned purple-black, like symptoms of poisoning. She and Xiao Fengming looked at each other, and both saw fear in the other's eyes. Who could be so cruel as to poison such a young child? !

The imperial doctor came in a hurry. After some consultation, he shook his head and said: "Strange, strange, it's not poisoning."

Nie Wushuang looked again, and saw that the little prince's face had gradually returned to rosy, and his eyes were squinted, as if he was about to fall asleep again.

"How could it be like this if it wasn't poisoning?" Nie Wushuang asked quickly. Ya Chongrong also wiped away his tears and listened nervously.

"In my opinion, it seems to be a congenital heart disease." The imperial doctor made a diagnosis: "The third prince is probably..."

"No! -" Yachongrong's eyes widened and he shook his head repeatedly: "No! How could it be a heart disease? He is so young!"

There were tears on her face. Xiao Fengming held her forehead and said, "If you have anything to say, the imperial doctor, just tell me."

The imperial doctor was trembling: "In my humble opinion, I am afraid that the third prince will not live to be one year old, and even if he survives, he may not be mentally sound..."

Xiao Fengming's face turned pale, and Nie Wushuang's heart dropped to the core. how so?

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(This article was first published by Hongxiu Tianxiang)