Chapter 308

Just to go, tuckahoe's wrist suddenly a pain, "be careful." Deliberately depressed voice and wrist pain are showing the panic in Qingfeng's heart, tuckahoe nodded back: "Lord, rest assured."

At today's ceremony, envoys from all countries met, and the number of guards in the palace was twice as high as usual. Even in the cold palace, which is usually inaccessible to people, there may be guards patrolling at this time. Qingfeng scolds in his heart. Zhen Zhen Zhen, sooner or later, he will not live, but at this time!

"What happened?" There was a soft inquiry behind him. Qingfeng was still scared. Looking back, her sister was looking at her worried. Qingfeng hurriedly replied, "it's OK."

He said nothing, but his face was still shocked. Zhuoqing sighed, "don't hold anything in your heart. We will try our best to help you when you say it." After all, Qingfeng is still a teenage girl with a strong character. She always does everything recklessly. Looking at the scar on her face that is much deeper than herself and Gu Yun, Zhuoqing always feels a sense of fear. It's estimated that the last time I helped her to steal the Empress Dowager's private seal, I would spare no effort in danger. Occupying her sister's body and enjoying her friendship with her sister, Zhuo Qing has already decided to take care of Qingfeng as her sister.

The cool voice is not gentle, but a little more confident and determined than usual. My elder sister is really different from before. The warm flow in my chest calms down the panic in my heart. Qingfeng nodded and said, "I know, it's really OK."

Obviously, she didn't want to say anything. When she thought about the things in the back palace, she didn't seem to be able to help. Zhuo Qing didn't ask any more questions. They chatted casually. Qingfeng was obviously absent-minded. Zhuo Qing just stopped talking. At ten o'clock in the middle of the day, a ritual official went up the stone steps in front of the Qianyang palace and stood upright on the top of the stone steps. Without saying a word, the originally noisy open space gradually became quiet. The people around are still immersed in their own thoughts. Zhuoqing lightly pushes Qingfeng's shoulder and says, "it seems that the ceremony is about to start. Go ahead."

"Well?" When Qingfeng returned to his mind, he looked up and saw a line of hundreds of people coming from the back of Qianyang palace. Looking at the situation, it must be Yan Hongtian. Qingfeng is sorry to see Zhuoqing. It's a rare chance to be close to her sister today, but Qingfeng's face is full of melancholy. Zhuoqing just smiles. Although she doesn't give up, Qingfeng can only walk to Qianyang palace. The vacancy under the white jade steps is her position.

"Here comes the emperor!"

Qingfeng just stood, different from the strong male voice of the former shrill eunuch's shouting, a voice came from far and near, except that the guards were still standing majestically, others knelt down to salute at the same time.

Green maple is pregnant and inconvenient to salute, so she can only kneel half. So, at the moment when Yan Hongtian appeared, she saw him at a glance. Yan Hongtian is wearing a black dress today. She embroidered two flying golden dragons with gold wire at the position of shoulder sleeve. Her waist is equipped with a red jade ring. The purple gold hair crown is shining in the sun, and the cold eyes are more and more deep, Wei Yang's mouth didn't make him look friendly at all. Instead, he looked like a king who could not be looked at directly. Xin Yuening and Lou Suxin, who have not seen each other for a long time, walk around Yan Hongtian. Both of them are dressed in exquisite dresses and are full of luxury. Xin Yuening's dark red dress with a large skirt is embroidered with a picture of the phoenix of the dynasty for a hundred years.

"Long live the emperor."

"Long live the emperor."

From the moment Yan Hongtian stepped on the white jade steps, thousands of people shouted "long live" at the same time. The voice from the sky made Qingfeng's ears numb and his heart vibrated. Qingfeng looks up a little. He is standing in the Qianyang hall, looking at all the people who bow down to be courtiers calmly. At this moment, Qingfeng is really feeling the Tianwei of the six kingdoms' worship and the supreme royal majesty. Yan Hongtian only stands there quietly, as if he is the only one standing in the heaven and earth, accepting the worship from all directions.

Yan Hongtian sits down and the voice stops.

"Flat." After a long silence, the deep male voice sounded, and Qingfeng seemed to hear the voice of a long sigh, just like everyone else.

"Thank you, Emperor."

"Thank the emperor."

Yan Hongtian raised his hand slightly, and the trombone horn on the gate of the palace sounded at the same time, which made people feel refreshed. After a while, the bugle stopped. A group of strong men, in groups of three, ran into the long and narrow open space in front of the Qianyang hall with a big drum. At this time, people noticed that in the center of the open space, there was a wooden platform about one foot high.

The strong man began to beat the big drum. At this time, a woman dressed in red, stepped on the drum and walked slowly from the gate of the palace. Holding the jade and emerald Guqin in her hand, she became more and more green. She walked very slowly. Everyone's eyes were focused on her. Her thin figure walked in the middle of the strong man who waved his arms hard. The strong and weak contrast showed the heartbreaking beauty. The woman walked to the high platform surrounded by several big drums, walked up with light steps, walking like willows in the wind, showing the tenderness of the woman. On the high platform, the woman made it cross legged. She put the piano on her knee, and there was a touch of natural and aloofness flowing between her hands and feet.

As soon as the hands were raised, the drums stopped. A string of clear sounds sounded, melodious tunes, such as a woman on a high platform, with a little free and easy in her tenderness. The sound of the Qin became weaker. Several big drums sounded at the same time, breaking the sound of the ancient Qin. Listening carefully, the tune was slightly different from the one played last time. With the sound of bells and drums, the "Qiu Tu" showed a magnificent momentum, very integrated with the atmosphere of the celebration, showing the great power of the dome Posture, jade Handan this song, in the next three years will also be widely spread among the six countries.

It's a wonderful performance. Unfortunately, Qingfeng's heart is tied to the fact that huifei gave birth to a child. She has no idea to enjoy it.

In the past years, the queen Dowager and the Ministry of rites jointly decided the performance of the ceremony. Most of them had nothing special. This year's expression seemed to be very close to the emperor's heart. Yan Hongtian's eyes rarely fell on the woman in red with the eyes of others. Only listening to this tune, he would remember the hunting pictures drawn by Qingfeng. The tunes and paintings complement each other, but there are some Different, the music flourishes. For example, a group of strategists are chasing the prey that is clearly in the bag, while the hunting map of green maple is more interesting. It is the battle between the brave and aggressive hunters and the crafty and ferocious prey.

A smile came from the corner of her mouth. Yan Hongtian looked at the green maple under the stone steps, but saw her eyes staring at the tea in her hand. She didn't know what she was thinking.

"Master......"

Green maple waited for half an hour, tuckahoe finally came back. Dare not act too big, she is still sitting like that, but the teacup in her hand is tight, she asked in a low voice, "how is it?"

The sound of the bells and drums is very loud. Even if you speak normally, you may not be able to hear them clearly. Tuckahoe is still careful to keep the voice down close to Qingfeng's ear. "Wenpo is still giving birth to her, but she has not been able to give birth, for fear that it is difficult to give birth..."

Dystocia

The heart that always carries sinks suddenly, the teacup that Green Feng holds in his hand "pats" to fall on the table, splashed a table of water flower.

The voice was not loud, but it still attracted several eyes. One of them came from a man in a high position. Qingfeng dared not look at him. She had a smart move. She covered her stomach with her hand, and her face was painful.

Tuckahoe Jing way: "Lord son?" Is it scared to move the foetus?

When tuckahoe was in a hurry to feel her pulse, Qingfeng grabbed her hand and slightly tightened it. Her face was painful, but her voice calmly replied, "I'm ok."

Yan Hongtian has already taken back his sight. Black eyes still look at the bright red figure of the performance on the high platform, but they are not interested in enjoying it just now. He murmurs: "Gao Jin."

"Yes." Don't need Yan Hongtian to say more, Gao Jin walked quickly to Qingfeng and asked in a low voice, "what's the matter with you, concubine Qing?"

Qingfeng covered his stomach with his hands, frowned slightly, and smiled reluctantly, "it's OK, it's just Suddenly my stomach hurt a little. "

"Come, xuanwang royal doctor."

Qingfeng didn't expect Gao Jin to announce the king's royal doctor. He said, "no!" In addition to Huang Jiao, Wang Yuyi is Yan Hongtian's exclusive royal doctor. It's unnecessary to say that his medical skill is self-evident, but if he comes, he won't show up? Feeling the tone is too urgent, Gao Jin doubts, Qingfeng props up his waist and explains with a smile: "it's OK. Xuanlin Fenglai will show us the palace. These days, he is the one who recuperates and diagnoses the palace and understands the body of the palace better."

Gao Jin stared at her for a while, and then said to the eunuch behind him, "xuanlin imperial doctor comes to treat her."

"Yes." The eunuch ran away in a hurry, but Gao Jin didn't return to Yan Hongtian. Instead, he stood behind Qingfeng in a place more than ten feet away. It seems that he would not leave without listening to the royal doctor.

Sure Gao Jin can't hear her, Qingfeng continues in a low voice, "how is she now?"

Pretending to pat Qingfeng on the back, tuckahoe replied with a heavy voice: "it's not very good. There is no hot water in the cold palace. Wu'er beat some last night and kept them. It's not hot now. In late autumn, they have been covered with thin quilts all the time, and their meals are poor. Princess Hui has been ill for half a month. Steady said that she had no strength to have children. Now, it's more difficult for her to have a baby in an incorrect position. Before the maid came here, Princess Hui It's bleeding. If it goes on like this, the child will not be able to hold on. Even she will die. "

Heavy drums and percussion, Qingfeng only felt that every time she hit her heart, if she did not care now, it would be a corpse and two lives. If so, how? At this time, he said to the emperor, "Zhen Zhen is hard to give birth to. Is the child yours?"? Not to mention that the queen must be in trouble, but only the concubines of Lenggong gave birth to their sons on the ceremony. No one in the palace knew that. What's Yan Hongtian's face? Where is the face of the dome? No, at least not now. Qingfeng '!

After a long time of meditation, Qingfeng finally said: "then Take a risk! "