noffsinger Chapter 374 Jinghe
Chapter 374 Jinghe
After a few days, the raging snow finally stopped, the sky became clear and blue, and the sun poured down unreservedly, giving the snow-covered world a layer of golden glow.
Shen Meizhuang's physical condition has improved significantly. Her complexion has become much rosier and her wounds are slowly healing. According to Su Ye's instructions, she walks several laps in the hall every day.
Madam Shen held the child and sat quietly beside her. Her eyes followed Shen Meizhuang's every move closely, her eyes full of heartache: "Madam, slow down!"
Shen Meizhuang's face was filled with smiles: "Mother, I have been much better these days, sometimes I don't even feel the pain!"
When Mrs. Shen heard this, a hint of relief flashed in her eyes.
Her eyes were filled with gratitude as she said, "Thanks to Concubine Wen. She has been taking care of you wholeheartedly these past few days. When I leave the palace, I must thank Madam Lin."
Shen Meizhuang nodded, "You letting my eldest brother look after his father is the greatest thank you to her!"
"I know, I'll ask your eldest brother to keep a close eye on him!"
The mother and daughter talked for a while. Mrs. Shen asked the wet nurse to take the princess down. She came to Shen Meizhuang and wanted to speak, but lowered her head again.
Noticing her mother's strange expression, Shen Meizhuang asked, "Mother, what do you want to say?"
"My lady, please forgive me for saying something disrespectful."
"You are my mother, there is nothing you can't say!"
"Now you have a son and a daughter, which is considered a happy ending. If it weren't for Concubine Wen, you and the princess would not have survived this birth. Although mother and daughter are safe, your body has been severely damaged. In my opinion, you should still prioritize yourself from now on!"
Madam Shen's words were subtle, but Shen Meizhuang had already understood what she meant. She leaned on her shoulder and said coquettishly, "Mother, I have discussed this matter with Rong'er, and she means the same as you."
In fact, even if her mother and Rong'er didn't tell her, she didn't want to have another child. Anyone who has experienced the pain of a caesarean section knows it! Recalling the pain that seemed to be pulling her soul out after the Ma Fei San lost its effect, Shen Meizhuang couldn't help but shudder and secretly vowed in her heart that she would never experience it again.
Madam Shen patted Shen Meizhuang on the back and said softly, "Your father and I only hope that you and the children will be safe."
As the mother and daughter were talking, they heard a noise outside the hall.
Seeing the person coming, Shen Meizhuang said cheerfully: "Huan'er, you're here!"
Zhen Huan quickly took a few steps and supported her arm: "Sister Mei, how are you?"
Shen Meizhuang smiled and said, "It was very painful a few days ago, but Su Ye forced me to walk. It has gotten much better in the past few days."
"Just listen to Su Ye!" Zhen Huan looked around and didn't see An Lingrong, so she asked, "Where's Rong'er?"
Shen Meizhuang looked out the window: "It's a nice day today. She went to the Plum Garden and said she wanted to pick some snowflakes from the plum blossoms."
Zhen Huan shook her head slightly, a smile playing on her lips: "She is indeed interested."
Now that the Queen was under house arrest, An Lingrong felt that the atmosphere in the harem was much freer.
As the two were talking, they saw An Lingrong walk in with brisk steps, holding a sky-blue porcelain vase tightly in her arms.
Taking off her cloak, An Lingrong sat beside Shen Meizhuang, smiling brightly and raising the porcelain bottle in her hand. She said, "Sister, I've gathered some new snow and will use it to make wine next spring. I said I'd make Tangli Fried Snow at the beginning of the year, but I was sick and delayed it. I must make it this year."
"Okay!" Seeing her little hands red from the cold, Shen Meizhuang felt distressed. She quickly pulled them over and held them in her palm, rubbing them gently to keep her warm. She asked with concern, "Are you cold?"
An Lingrong blinked mischievously and grinned: "It's not cold now!"
After chatting for a while, Zhen Huan remembered something: "Has the princess been named yet?"
Shen Meizhuang shook her head: "Not yet. The emperor asked me yesterday, and I wanted to discuss it with you!"
After saying that, he added, "Actually, I think Princess Lingtong is quite nice, but Rong'er won't give in."
An Lingrong complained silently in her heart, she was very smart, just listening to her made her want to hit her.
The three of them began to think.
An Lingrong thought for a while, but couldn't come up with a good name. She secretly looked up at her two sisters beside her, thinking that such nitpicking would be more appropriate to leave it to them, who were well-read.
Thinking of this, she put down her hands that were supporting her head, picked up the embroidery frame on the table, and began to embroider the flowers with concentration.
The slender fingers hold the delicate embroidery needle and move it freely across the fine embroidery cloth. The needle rises and falls, and every movement is precise and accurate.
Colorful silk threads are brought to life by her deft hands. From the initial few stitches, the outline of the flower gradually emerges, the threads interweave, and the texture of the petals becomes clearer, almost allowing one to smell the subtle fragrance.
The warm sunlight shines through the window lattice, like a veil, quietly covering the house with a layer of dreamy colors. This layer of veil makes everything in the house hazy and beautiful. The tables, chairs, and ornaments all appear more cozy in this soft light.
The sunlight playfully danced on An Lingrong's focused face, clearly reflecting her long eyelashes. As she blinked, her eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly about to spread its wings and fly away, adding a bit of liveliness and playfulness to this quiet picture.
Seeing her expression, Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang looked at each other and said in unison, "Gentle and calm, the years are peaceful. Princess Jinghe!"
This is what they looked forward to most when they were young.
Sure enough, it’s still this name.
An Lingrong tilted her head and asked playfully, "Then why not call her Jingrong?"
Shen Meizhuang choked, and after a while she said, "You are her elder, how can she use your name!"
"Oh!" An Lingrong nodded and continued what she was doing: "Then let's call her Jinghe!"
Just don’t call it Xiaolingtong!