Chang’an’s First Beauty

Chapter 136 Extra 9

At this time the three shifts have passed.

Lu Yan was too late to wake up, and Princess Jing’an was uneasy, so she called the doctor in.

The doctor put his hand on Lu Yan’s wrist, and Princess Jing’an solemnly said: “What the **** is going on with him? Before he fainted, I watched him cover his heart. Could it be that he is suffering from a heart disease? ?”

After a long while, the doctor took his hand and shook his head lightly and said: “The son is in good health, and the old man didn’t see anything wrong, maybe…”

“What is Xu?” The princess said anxiously.

The doctor said: “Xu is caused by too much joy.”

Princess Jing’an frowned and said: “Then when will he wake up?”

As soon as the words fell, the man on the couch slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing this, Princess Jing’an couldn’t help but breathed a sigh of relief, and said helplessly: “Do you still know that you wake up?”

Lu Yan sat up, clutching his chest.

With furrowed eyebrows and deep eyes, he looked at the princess and asked in doubt, “Aniang?”

The eldest princess snorted, “You are so capable, Lu Shiyan, you are looking for a lantern full length, and you can’t find the man who passed out on the back foot!”

This is really…

Lu Yan didn’t say a word for a while.

Got a child? What does this mean?

“If you are fine, go and see her.” The princess helped her forehead.

The mother said to the side: “It’s been a night of tossing, since the eldest son is in good health, the eldest princess should rest early.”

The princess sighed almost inaudibly, “I should go back and rest. Let’s go.”

After the princess left, the man touched his chest and took off his clothes directly.

Why is there no arrow wound on his chest, and those two scars?

At this time, the maidservant just came in to deliver the medicine. As soon as I pushed the door, I saw the man’s strong back, and the medicine cup fell to the ground with a “slap”.

Lu Yan looked back and said coldly, “Where is Yang Zong?”

The maid didn’t dare to raise her eyes, and said honestly: “Servant Yang is outside.”

Lu Yan said, “Call him in.”

Before long, Yang Zong raised the corner of his mouth and stepped into the room, “Master, you finally wake up!” Yang Zong thought for a while, bowed and bowed and said, “Congratulations, my son is so happy!”

Lu Yan’s body became stiff, and the angular throat slowly slipped, “Zong Yang, what year is this eve?”

Yang Zong said, “What did the master just say?”

Lu Yanlin said: “Today, what year and month is it!”

Yang Zongdao: “The nineteenth year of Yuanqing, the twenty-eighth lunar month.”

Lu Yan sank on the couch, put his hands on his knees, and looked down at his fists.

In the 19th year of Yuanqing…

Isn’t this the year he was poisoned?

Thinking of this, Lu Yan couldn’t help but raised his hand and rubbed his brow bones. What was going on?

Why is there a child, whose child?

Yang Zong whispered: “Master, don’t you go and see your wife?”

Lu Yan raised his eyes and asked in doubt: “Madam?” There is another lady?

Now Yang Zong was a little dumbfounded, he said unequivocally: “Yes, Madam is still waiting for you.”

Lu Yan subconsciously said, “Xu Qiniang you mean?”

Speaking of this, Yang Zong’s eyes were staring like a ghost, and he whispered: “Shi Ziye, what are you talking about! What Xu Qiniang! Would you like to invite Doctor Bai to see? If this is for the lady to hear… ”

Lu Yan interrupted directly: “Where is she?”

Yang Zong said, “Beiyuan has just been cleaned out, and the wife is still inside.”

“I’ll take a look.” Lu Yan said with a cold face, thinking that instead of listening here, he might as well take a look with his own eyes.

Lu Yan put on his clothes, put on the big cloak, walked out of Suning Hall, and walked around the frozen pond with meteors. Snow fell on his shoulders. He stood outside Beiyuan, stopped, and took a deep breath.

He turned his head and nodded to a servant girl and said, “Go in and tell him about it.”

The maid was taken aback, “Yes.”

The eyes of Yang Zong who stood behind him were about to fall.

When Shi Ziye entered his wife’s room, when was it notified? ?

After a while, the handmaid bowed to open the door for him. Lu Yan stepped in and raised his eyes. The blood all over his body boiled in an instant. He muttered, “Shen Zhen?”

Didn’t you leave Chang’an?

Lu Yan watched Shen Zhen lowering his eyes and teasing the baby beside him, smiling.

“Shi Ziye is awake?” Tangyue stood at the door holding a warm silk towel.

Shen Zhen followed the prestige, just to see Lu Yan standing at the door with his hand holding his hand, his face cold.

“Langjun.” She shouted.

Lu Yan suffocated his breath, a little afraid to look at her. He turned Bai Yu’s finger in his hand. He obviously wanted to say something to her, but he didn’t dare to come forward and speak as if he was timid about his hometown.

“What are you doing?” Shen Zhen looked at him and waved at him, “Come here!”

Lu Yan walked over slowly, sat next to her, looked down at the child who hadn’t opened his eyes, and said in a daze, “Did you name it?”

Shen Zhen frowned and laughed, “What’s wrong with Master Lu today?”

Lu Yan looked at her and said Shen Shen, “What?”

“You made his name, Lu Changan.” Shen Zhen reached out and poked his jaw, “”Why don’t you remember? ”

Lu Yan shook his hand empty on his knees, and slowly said, “I am asleep.”

Shen Zhen held the edge of the bed with one hand, leaned forward, pasted him and smiled, “I haven’t fainted, so why did Lang Jun pass out?”

Lu Yan looked at a beautiful face, kissed her on the forehead subconsciously, and said, “You seem to be a little fatter.”

As soon as the words fell, Shen Zhen’s face immediately became bad.

The beautiful eyes are full of complaints.

Lu Yanning held her to her mouth, raised her hand and squeezed her face, choked: “You look better if you are fatter.”

“Obviously the sentence just now is what I said in my heart.” Shen Zhen turned his head to look at Lu Chang’an, who closed his eyes, “Aniang said Lang Jun, you were the same as him when you were a child, do you feel like him?”

He murmured in a low voice, “Aniang said like, then it should be like.”

“Would you like to give a hug?” Shen Zhen said to him.

Lu Yan said, “Give it to me?”

“Otherwise?” Shen Zhen whispered: “What the **** is going on with you today…”

Shen Zhen pointed to Lu Changan and said, “Does Lang Jun think he is good-looking?”

Lu Yan glanced at it and said directly: “It looks good.”

Lu Yan hugged the child in his arms and looked at it for a long time. Shen Zhen stretched out his hand to caress the bottom of his eyes and said, “Is it too tired these days?”

Lu Yan beckoned to a nanny, handed the child over, and said to her back: “Today you worked hard, rest early.”

Immediately, Shen Zhen saw Lu Yan take off the cloak from her body, “Won’t Lang Jun go back today?”

Lu Yan took her hand, “I’m here to accompany you.”

Shen Zhen kissed his chin.

The candlelight went out, and the two lay down. After a day of tiredness, Shen Zhen leaned on his shoulder, and soon fell asleep.

The cold wind blew the window, pounding, he tucked her quilt corner, and suddenly what she had said before going to Mobei rang in his ears.

“My lord, I heard that the sky in Mobei is very blue, the clouds are very low, and within reach, I want to see it.”

“Master Hou treats me very well.”

“Being with adults was not my intention at first.”

…

Thinking of this, Lu Yan turned his head to kiss her earlobe, silently saying: Shen Zhen, if this is true, how good would it be?

She hid in his arms and whispered: “My lord, I’m sleepy.”

Hearing the familiar name, the man curled up his mouth in the darkness.

She called him a man.

Give birth to a son for him.

All this is probably a dream…

Lu Yan took her waist and fell into a deep sleep…

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The next morning, Lu Yan opened his eyes, rubbed his painful temples, sat up, and looked around, no one beside him.

Suddenly remembering that, he turned over and went to the ground, and said to Tang Yue: “Where is the madam?”

Tangyue was stunned and said: “The nurse is feeding, the madam is following.”

After all, Tangyue handed Lu Yan a glass of water.

He took a sip and put it down. After a while, Shen Zhen lifted the curtain, hugged the child, and walked towards him, “Are you awake?”

Lu Yan got up and looked at her first, then the child.

“It’s still winter, and you just gave birth to a baby. Why do you wear so little?”

“A lot.”

“You are obedient.”

“I won’t be able to walk anymore…”

Not long after, Shen Zhen touched the little hand in his arms and said, “Why do I think he looks better than yesterday?”

Lu Yan curled the corner of her lips and said with disdain: “It’s only one day, what can you see?”

Shen Zhen gave him a sideways look, “But you said he was good-looking yesterday.”

Yesterday?

Lu Yan was startled, several pictures flashed in his mind, raising his hand to cover his forehead.

Upon seeing this, Shen Zhen worried, “What’s wrong with you lately?”

Lu Yan shook his head, “I’m fine…”

In the evening, Lu Yan and Shen Zhen moved back to Suning Hall from Beiyuan.

As usual, the two of them blew the candles after washing and lay down together.

Turning to Zhu Pavilion, Xiaoqihu, and without sleep, it took three more days before Lu Yan became sleepy. When he closed his eyes, a thick black mist appeared in front of his eyes again…

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In the late autumn of the 19th year of Yuanqing, plain white tents were hung in the town government mansion.

Princess Jing’an knelt and sat in the center of Bai’an Hall, crouching in despair, hiding her face and weeping, the black hair on her temples was mostly white overnight.

The dignitaries of Chang’an came to mourn one by one.

No one could have imagined that the youngest prime minister since the founding of Dajin died of illness like this…

Yang Zong packed his things in Suning Hall.

According to Lu Yan’s dying trust, Yang Zong needed to move all the things in this house out, so as not to make the princess sad.

When packing up the calligraphy and painting, Yang Zong turned out the letter left by Lu Yan.

It says, Shi Yan Qiqi.

For three years, Yang Zong had never dared to ask Miss Shen in front of Lu Yan, but now, it doesn’t matter anymore.

Yang Zong opened the letter and opened it slowly. After reading it, his eyes were red.

Suddenly, it seemed like a wall was crossed.

He sat quietly in Suning Hall for the whole night, after thinking and thinking, he finally made his own mind, and put the letter on the candlelight and burned it to ashes.

A gust of wind…

Shi Yan Qiqi ——

Participate in business circulation (1), the world is far away. When Lang Jun read the letter, his concubine might arrive in Mobei.

The long paper is short, the pen is hard to get off. Full of thoughts, lingering past events.

The joy and anger between the eyebrows of the king are still in front of him, when he does not know the words, he will show up?

The disaster of the Shen family in the past is in a trance, and the nightmare and the morning terror are as vivid as yesterday.

The dead nest is overwhelmed, and the young eggs are difficult to complete.

The concubine understands in her heart that the concubine and her hands and feet are in peace and are all taken care of by the king.

In the embarrassment of the journey, the concubine has no idea of ​​retribution, and the monarch does not give up.

After learning about the joy of Jun and Xu’s Qiniang Wending, they knew that the front was empty.

The concubine knows that all this is not the original intention of the king, but also knows that the fate is hard to violate.

After this farewell, the concubine was ashamed of infinite sorrow, and it was difficult to report in case.

In addition, the concubine has one more thing, I want to talk to you.

My concubine had gone to Nanke at night, and all kinds of dreams seemed to be a world away, and the personnel affairs were very different from today.

In the mist, the concubine sees the emperor before he has reached the point of time and immediately enters the center to govern and become a generation of virtuous officials. Zhangwa is both complete, with children around his knees, and his name is Chang’an and Jingshu.

The silly voice smiled, and the sound was in my ears.

Although he knows nothing more than a pillow of yellow beams, it makes people feel confused.

When the clouds pass, the past will become dust, and the future will be unpredictable, and you will respect yourself with time.

If there is an afterlife, I hope you can smile like in your dreams, and everything goes well.

Shen Zhen Jin but.

(The dream is not over.)