When Zhao Zhen walked to Xiangluan Pavilion, there was no movement at all. The waiter was startled and was about to say hello, but he gently waved his hand to stop him.

The chamberlain bowed and stood to one side.

Zhao Zhen walked in with his hands behind his back.

The light in the bedroom was very dark, the curtains hung lightly, and two dim candlelights illuminated Zhou Yiliu who was copying carefully in front of the case.

She was slender and looked nothing like a woman who was seven months pregnant.

Zhao Zhen stepped forward slowly and glanced at the smoke curling up on the desk.

"What are you copying?"

Zhou Yiliu was frightened, his hand shook, and the pen fell on the paper, painting a black mess.

"Official?" She was surprised, quickly put the wolf hair on the pen holder, stood up hurriedly and saluted Zhao Zhen.

"No need." Zhao Zhen supported her and helped her sit down on the chair. Then he picked up the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" she had copied, looked at it with a heavy gaze for a moment, and then put it back.

"You are very pious."

Zhou Yiliu didn't dare to raise his head, holding his bulging belly with both hands, looking very humble.

"I sincerely repent, and respectfully invite the Great Merciful and Compassionate Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and wish to dedicate this merit to Queen Wencheng, hoping that she will be free from suffering soon and go to the blissful rebirth..."

"Copy the Ksitigarbha Sutra, but worship Guanyin Bodhisattva." Zhao Zhen slowly sat down and his eyes fell on a statue of Guanyin Buddha in the niche on the table.

Zhou Yiliu smiled awkwardly and walked behind Zhao Zhen to massage her shoulders.

"I think it's because I'm about to give birth. I have nightmares every day. I dream about the baby in my belly asking for help. I call my mother over and over again, saying that someone is trying to kill him... I am stupid, and now I wish I could invite all the gods and Buddhas in the sky to Xiangluan.

It’s best to come to the pavilion.”

Zhao Zhen held her hand and said, "I have wronged you these days."

Zhou Yiliu's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he did not raise his head. His voice became lower and lower as he spoke, and his meaning became humbler. "As long as I can give birth to a little prince for the official family and preserve the dragon's veins for the Song Dynasty, let alone suffer any grievances, I want to be my concubine."

I am willing to take my life."

"You are thoughtful."

Zhao Zhen stared at her for a moment, patted the back of her hand, rolled his eyes, and frowned thoughtfully.

"What kind of incense are you burning in your house? The smell is very unique."

Zhou Yiliu glanced at him and said, "It's just ordinary goose and pear fragrance, with wintersweet and green pepper added. If it's unique, it's probably because I made it with all my heart."

Zhao Zhen nodded: "Yes, the scent is unique."

"I've never smelled any good fragrance in the official family, so I'm ashamed of myself." Zhou Yiliu said, taking the incense tongs and carefully tossing the incense tablets in the stove so that they could emit the strongest fragrance.

Zhao Zhen looked at her side face, her expression was soft, her whole body was soft and gentle, this was a woman different from Zhang Xueyi, she seemed to have no bones, she could be rounded and flattened by him, just to survive.

…

Zhao Zhen was lost in thought for a moment.

When he came here today, he originally wanted to pay attention to Zhou Yiliu's belly, but at this moment, seeing her pitiful and soft appearance while pregnant, he unconsciously felt soft.

"Alas!" With a sigh, Zhao Zhen patted his knees and stood up, "Stop copying scriptures and don't tire yourself out. I accept your wishes for Wen Cheng."

Zhou Yiliu looked at him innocently.

"You should rest earlier." Zhao Zhen looked away from her and looked away, "I'm leaving."

"The official family..."

Zhou Yiliu put down the tongs, suddenly rushed over, hugged Zhao Zhen's arm tightly with both hands, put his head on his shoulder, and said with tears streaming down his face:

"Would you please stay with me for a little longer? Just a little while..."

Zhao Zhen frowned and was about to refuse, but heard her suddenly burst into tears.

"I'm disturbed by nightmares and can't sleep. The imperial doctor said that this is caused by the inability to control the spirit, lack of yang energy, and susceptibility to external evils. The official is the son of the emperor and has the body of a real dragon. If the official is there, Xiangluan Pavilion will definitely regulate the yang.

The anger is rising...please ask the official, for the sake of Lin'er in your belly, can you stay with me?"

Zhao Zhen felt slightly sad when he saw her panicked and timid appearance.

He sighed, patted Zhou Yiliu's arm, and held him in his arms.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here."

Zhao Zhen didn't get a good night's sleep these days. He thought he was very sleepy. He lay on Zhou Yiliu's bed and closed his eyelids. He originally wanted to take a nap and then leave, but he fell asleep quickly.

The incense was faint, and the palace was silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Yiliu stood up from the tent, put on some clothes and slowly walked to the table where the Bodhisattva was enshrined. He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and prayed devoutly.

This Buddha statue was sent by Bai Xiaosheng to the military patrol shop in Chunxu Lane.

There is also a box of incense and a reply letter inside.

Bai Xiaosheng told her that if anyone could guarantee that she would get a boy in one fell swoop, she would definitely be a liar. However, although getting a boy in one fell swoop was not reliable, having more children would definitely do the trick.

This was originally a nonsense that was said but not said, but Zhou Yiliu understood the essence of the words from the master on his own - how to have more children? The answer is of course to win over the emperor's heart.

As long as there is a chance to sleep with him, he will give birth to a son sooner or later.

Even if she can't give birth to a son, just look at Zhang Xueyi and you will know that the emperor's favor is better than anything else.

She wants to climb up, trample on those who looked down on her in the past, and make her relatives and tribesmen who turned a blind eye to their family's experiences back then beg for mercy.

Especially Fu Jiuqu and Zhao Yuqing, she wanted them to kowtow and salute in front of her, and call them "Qiansui".

·

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning fell on Xiangluan Pavilion, Zhao Zhen woke up quietly.

"What time is it?"

Li Fu lowered his head and approached respectfully.

"It's time to go back to the official's house."

Zhao Zhen rubbed his temples to wake up the memory of last night, and found that he felt refreshed after sleeping, and his whole body felt much more comfortable, and the depression in his heart seemed to have dissipated.

He sighed, "Why didn't you call me earlier?"

"The officials don't have to go to court today. Madam Zhou said that the officials should sleep a little longer."

Zhou Yiliu happened to come in, holding a gold basin for washing. After hearing this, he lowered his eyes and said very casually: "I saw that the official's face was not good. I thought I hadn't slept well recently, so I took it upon myself to ask the official to punish me...

"

Zhao Zhen glared at Li Fu, then smiled and sighed.

"For my sake, what's the crime? But from now on, you don't have to do any of these menial tasks. You're not a servant, and you're still pregnant with my heir. How can you do it yourself?"

After that, he hummed and called Li Fu.

"Why don't you come over and change my clothes?"

These days, Zhao Zhen would burn incense for Zhang Xueyi every morning and evening, and never missed anything. Today, he overslept and missed the time to burn incense. He didn't want to blame Zhou Yiliu harshly, but when he looked at Li Fu, his face still looked a bit foul.

.

Li Fu looked at him carefully.

"The official family, the Prince of Guangling County has been waiting outside the palace for more than an hour..."

Zhao Zhen's face became even more stinky.

·

From the day he was discharged from the service, Fu Jiuqu had been thinking of ways to find his presence in front of Zhao Zhen, with one purpose - to get married to him and the prime minister's daughter as soon as possible.

Zhao Zhen sometimes suspected that this person was deliberately trying to make him angry.

His beloved had just died, and he couldn't wait to marry her...

"You have grown up, and you actually chased Xiangluan Pavilion?" Zhao Zhen walked out with his hands behind his back, and saw Fu Jiuqu standing in the courtyard under the morning sun, young, handsome, with orchids and jade trees, unparalleled elegance, and felt inexplicably.

Bored.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

The corners of Fu Jiuqu's lips were slightly raised, showing a faint smile, and he saluted Zhao Zhen.

"Ask the official for marriage."

Zhao Zhen already knew his purpose, hummed and shook his sleeves, striding ahead.

"The funeral has just been held in the palace, we will talk about it in a few days."

"Guan family, this marriage cannot be delayed. If it is delayed any longer, people will die..."

Fu Jiuqu followed him with a smile. His handsome face under the sun seemed to be coated with a halo, naturally exuding a captivating charm.

Zhou Yiliu stood behind the window, looking through the window paper at the man's tall back getting further and further away, clenching his hands slightly and revealing a sneer.

"Xiu Qin, prepare pen and paper."

Xiuqin felt nervous looking at her inexplicable ferocious expression.
To be continued...