The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

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With the Queen's thought together, it was like a rising tide, unable to stop it.

Having a son can save you from worries.

At this moment, she couldn't help thinking of sending a child to the goddess, and then she was amused by her absurd thought.

No matter how effective the mother-in-law of sending children is, how could she possibly be pregnant at her age.

After she gave birth to Fuqing, she didn't move anymore. It was purely a matter of her own body. You must know that the emperor is a well-behaved person. For many years, no matter how many young and beautiful goblins in the harem, at least the first and fifteenth days of the new year will rest in her palace.

In the past few years, there was still a relationship between husband and wife, that is, it was pure sleep recently.

The queen thinks about being with Emperor Jing Ming all these years, it is not without regret.

The emperor has a lot of favors, but she only gave birth to Fuqing-perhaps, this is life.

The queen's heart gradually cooled down.

If you can't give birth, where will the son come from, you can't just bow down to the Bodhisattva Sending Son, and one will fall from the sky, right?

It fell from the sky - the queen suddenly froze, as if thinking of something, her heart jumped wildly.

Can't fall from the sky!

She has no children, why can't she choose a prince to keep her under her name?

That's right, even if the Queen Mother knew about her idea, she couldn't object. You must know that the Queen Mother did the same thing back then.

The emperor was adopted by the empress dowager as an adopted son, and an ordinary prince stood out and took that position.

With this thought, the queen couldn't hold back any longer. It can be said that the conversation between the two palace servants that I overheard today pierced the window paper and made her thought completely clear.

The queen looks indifferent to the world on weekdays and is a good-natured person, but in fact she does not fight because there is nothing to fight. When she has a decision, it will be different.

Before the second day, the small Buddhist hall of Kunning Palace was set up, and the offering was the concubine.

Emperor Jing Ming felt a little guilty these past two days, so he ran to Kunning Palace more often.

"Where's the queen?" After dealing with some of the backlog of political affairs during the Chinese New Year, Emperor Jing Ming came to the Kunning Palace, glanced at the queen, and asked the person who served the queen.

The palace maid hurriedly said: "Report to the emperor, Niangniang is worshipping Buddha."

"Worship Buddha?" Emperor Jing Ming was stunned, "Where does the queen worship Buddha? What kind of Buddha do you worship?"

The palace maid replied: "The maid of honor ordered someone to clean up a small Buddhist hall, and the worship seems to be... to send a child to the maid..."

Emperor Jing Ming thought he had heard it wrong, and said to the palace maid, "Let me go to the queen's place."

The palace maid respectfully led the way and took Emperor Jing Ming outside the small Buddhist hall.

The small Buddha hall is located in the side hall, which is a quiet place.

Emperor Jing Ming was standing outside the door, faintly smelling a touch of sandalwood.

He didn't go in, but waited outside.

About a quarter of an hour later, the queen came out, saw Emperor Jing Ming stunned, and hurriedly saluted.

Emperor Jing Ming stretched out his hand to support the Empress and asked curiously, "I heard from the maid that you are worshiping Buddha?"

"Um."

"Which bodhisattva do you worship?" Even though he already knew the answer from the palace maid, Emperor Jing Ming still couldn't believe it.

The queen said calmly: "Send your son and maiden."

"Cough cough—" The cough sounded, causing Emperor Jing Ming to burst into tears, before he slowly came over and said, "Didn't you want to worship before, why did you change your mind?"

The queen lowered her eyes and her face was slightly red: "I thought about it and thought that the emperor's words made sense. I often worship the Bodhisattva. Even if I can't ask for anything else, can I still ask for a child--"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Emperor Jing Ming's cough became more urgent, almost choking.

He really didn't mean to ask the queen to ask for a child, the old husband and wife, even if the queen has the heart, he is powerless——

No, still can't let the queen daydream.

"Queen, I think it's okay to ask for something else. Isn't it a bit difficult to be a Bodhisattva by asking for a child?"

The queen's face sank: "The emperor said that I can't give birth?"

Speaking of this, the queen's eyelashes trembled, and a line of tears fell.

Emperor Jing Ming was dumbfounded.

One cry, two troubles, three hangs, this is not like the queen's style.

But thinking about what happened to Princess Fuqing, Emperor Jing Ming felt guilty: It seems that the Queen was hurt by Fuqing's incident, or it would be better not to stimulate the Queen.

As the emperor, he has little experience in coaxing women, so Emperor Jing Ming had no choice but to say dryly: "I don't mean it. The queen likes to worship the maiden, so just worship.

The queen held back her tears, wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and said with a smile, "I think so too."

The Kunning Palace couldn't stay any longer, so Emperor Jing Ming found an excuse and quickly escaped.

After that, he did not dare to run to Kunning Palace for several days until the queen sent someone to invite him.

Of course, Emperor Jing Ming would not refuse the Queen's invitation, thinking that after the past few days, the Queen's mood should be adjusted, Shi Shiran came to Kunning Palace.

The queen is still in the small Buddhist chapel.

Emperor Jing Ming waited with a good temper, and it didn't take long for the queen to come out.

The emperor and the queen took their seats and started chatting while holding hot tea.

"Your Majesty, have you found the person behind the scenes that harmed Fuqing?"

Emperor Jing Ming hesitated, raised his hand and touched his nose.

Will the queen still chat? If there is any progress, he will not say it sooner. As for seeing the queen's tears, she hides it for several days.

Honestly, still guilty.

After a moment of coldness, Emperor Jing Ming sneered and said, "I'm still investigating, don't worry, Queen."

The queen sighed softly: "It's fine if I'm in danger, there's no reason to urge the emperor. But it's Fuqing who is in danger. As long as I close my eyes these days, it's the same as the night of the Shangyuan Festival, and I can't sleep at all. …”

The faint sandalwood incense from the Queen's nose lingered on the tip of her nose, as if she was in a Buddhist hall. Emperor Jing Ming didn't think much and said comfortably, "If you feel uneasy, just like the old seventh daughter-in-law and pray to the Bodhisattva more often."

Worshipping Bodhisattva for peace of mind will prevent you from thinking wildly, which is the case with most women.

Emperor Jing Ming was thinking about it when he saw the Queen's expression hesitating.

"What's wrong?"

The queen lowered her eyes and stared at her trimmed and rounded nails, and said softly, "To tell the truth from the emperor, I had a dream last night—"

Emperor Jing Ming's eyelids jumped suddenly, and he had the urge to walk away.

Without seeing Emperor Jing Ming answer, the queen gave him a look.

Emperor Jing Ming had no choice but to ask, "What dream did the queen have?"

The queen showed a faint smile: "It's strange to say that last night, I sent my wife to a dream and gave me a reminder."

"remind?"

"Yeah, maybe it's the misery of the poor concubine having no children for many years. The goddess who sent a child said that raising a kindness is no worse than a kindness, and adopting a son is the same."

Emperor Jing Ming was stunned, and it took a while to find his voice: "Empress, what do you mean—"

The queen curled her lips into a smile: "Send the son-in-law to the goddess, and gave me some advice. Your Majesty, I want to put a prince in my name, what do you think?"

Emperor Jing Ming: "..."

A few days ago, he must have been fascinated by ghosts before he urged the queen to worship the Bodhisattva. I wonder if it is still too late to demolish the small Buddhist hall now?