AWB Chapter 138 Bird's Nest
Chapter 138 Bird's Nest
"Master, you'd better eat something. What will happen if you continue like this?"
"Yes, Master, I made some rice porridge. This rice porridge is the most nourishing. If you can't eat anything else, drinking some porridge is also good..."
Chunchan and Lancui were coaxing her softly. Seeing Yanwan looking so miserable, the two little girls both put on bitter faces and coaxed her carefully, wishing they could suffer for their master.
But before Chunchan Lancui and the others opened the food, Yanwan smelled a strange odor. She quickly covered her mouth with a handkerchief, fearing that she would vomit again.
"I don't want to eat it. Take it out quickly. It smells fishy..."
While covering her nose, she waved the things away. Tears welled up in her eyes due to morning sickness.
After suffering from morning sickness for a long time, my mouth always feels sour and my tears come out faster than the morning sickness.
Ever since she got pregnant, everything she smelled smelled strange to her. Even simple porridge, side dishes, and chopped fruit had an unpleasant earthy smell to them.
Things were still served as usual.
Seeing that their master still couldn't eat anything, Chunchan and the others looked at each other with their food in hand, which made Wang Chan wonder if there was something wrong with his nose. He lifted the lid of the rice porridge and smelled it for a long time but couldn't smell any strange smell.
"This has no smell?" Wang Chan smelled carefully but could not smell anything, so he could only put the lid down with a worried look on his face.
How on earth can the master eat?
If this continues, what will happen if something happens to the baby in the master's belly?
Chunchan hurriedly asked the little palace maid to take the food away, rolled her eyes at him and said, "What's the point if you can't smell it? If the master smells it, then it's there. Why don't you go and find some other food? I asked you to look for Eunuch Jinzhong for a long time but there's no news. I shouldn't have asked you to go. I should have gone to look for him myself!"
Seeing Chunchan start to blame him, Wang Chan knew that she was taking out her anger on him because she felt sorry for her master who couldn't eat, so he quickly complained.
"I'm truly wronged! I've said everything I need to say. Eunuch Jinzhong must have been busy and that's why he hasn't made any noise. It's really strange. Ever since he got pregnant, his nose has become as sharp as a dog's... Ouch!!!"
Wang Chan was chattering away, not noticing Chunchan's twitching mouth at all. Halfway through his words, he was suddenly slapped on the head.
"Who? Who dares to hit me?"
He covered his head and almost jumped up. He looked back angrily, but saw a handsome face that frightened him so much that his legs trembled.
"Who allowed you to plot against the Lord in private?"
Jin Zhong stood behind him with a sinister look, a cold air emanating from his body.
"No... no! Eunuch Jinzhong must have heard wrongly. The master will surely be very happy to know you're here. I'll go and tell them right away! Just wait!"
The fireworks that Wang Chan had finally lit went out in an instant. Frightened by Jinzhong's appearance, he ran inside. Now, only his master could save him.
If you don’t run away, Eunuch Jinzhong might eat you!
"Serves him right! This brat is getting more and more weird. Eunuch Jinzhong needs to give him a good treatment. The master hasn't been in a good mood lately and can't eat anything. We are really at our wit's end. Eunuch Jinzhong must persuade him well after he goes in..."
After Chunchan finished gloating over the misfortune, she carefully instructed Jinzhong.
When Yan Wan was mentioned, Jinzhong's gloomy face suddenly brightened up. He nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will persuade her well."
After saying that, he followed Wang Chan and slipped into the inner hall.
Yan Wan didn't hear the noise outside. She was leaning listlessly on the soft pillow, staring at her stomach in a daze. When she turned around, she heard Wang Chan reporting.
"Master, Eunuch Jinzhong is here. I heard that the imperial kitchen has some new candied plums. You might like them. I'll go get them right away."
After Wang Chan finished speaking, before Yan Wan nodded, he hurriedly found an excuse for himself and wanted to hide in the imperial kitchen.
After he finished speaking, he ran away and almost bumped into Jinzhong who had followed him before he reached the door. He was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his back. Under Jinzhong's angry eyes, he quickly slipped away to the imperial kitchen.
Why was Eunuch Jinzhong like a ghost? He appeared quietly behind him, frightening him to death.
Wang Chan has been to the imperial kitchen more often in recent days and has become friends with the chefs there.
As soon as Jinzhong entered the room, he saw Yanwanyi's thin little face. She leaned on the pillow with a wronged look on her face, like a weak cat huddled in a corner of the Forbidden City in winter without food. It made people feel very distressed when they saw her.
Jinzhong had no time to argue with Wang Chan, as he was only concerned about his master.
The man who used to be so majestic was tormented by this morning sickness and became a nobody. Jinzhong felt like his heart was being tightly gripped by someone and his eyes were filled with tears.
"Greetings to Master Ling."
Yan Wan hadn't seen Jin Zhong for a long time, and finally a smile appeared on her face, which had been gloomy all day. "Hurry up and get up. I heard that there have been a lot of errands in the Yangxin Palace these days. How did you find time to come here?"
After she got pregnant, she couldn't stand any fragrance. But when Jinzhong came in, he brought with him a faint and cool fragrance. Instead of annoying her, she even felt happy when she smelled it.
Perhaps it had been so long since I'd smelled his scent, but sniffing it brought a sense of peace. My irritability, which had been aggravated by my early pregnancy, gradually calmed down, and the morning sickness symptoms seemed to have lessened in severity.
"Master, you can't even eat. Even if I don't have time, I have to come and see you! Look at your face, it's so thin. It's only been a few days since I last saw you. It makes me sad. Damn it, it's such a sin."
Jinzhong put down the food box, gently held Yanwan's little face with his big hands and looked left and right, wishing he could suffer these pains in her place.
As long as his master is safe, he is willing to go through fire and water, and roll nails in a frying pan.
Upon hearing this, Yanwan shook her head and was speechless for a moment. She just bit her lips and looked at Jinzhong with a wronged look.
Those watery eyes were sparkling with tears.
She had been really tormented these past few days, feeling wronged and angry, with nowhere to vent her frustrations and having to rely entirely on herself to hold on. With Jinzhong's arrival, it was like having a backer, and in an instant, tears began to pour down her face.
These bean-sized tears fell on Jinzhong's hands, just like they fell on his heart.
The sudden burst of tears frightened the gentleman, and his heart trembled. He hurriedly picked up the handkerchief beside him and wiped it carefully, his movements as gentle as if he was wiping a rare treasure, for fear of damaging it.
"You... please don't cry... Oh, it's all my fault. I said something wrong. If you feel uncomfortable, just hit me. You are crying so hard, aren't you trying to kill me..."
As Jinzhong was speaking, he grabbed Yanwan's hand and was about to hit himself in the face. His funny action made Yanwan laugh, and for a while she was neither crying nor laughing.
Yanwan's emotions came and went quickly, and she felt that crying would be enough. She sniffed, and with some embarrassment, she took the handkerchief from Jinzhong's hand and started to wipe herself.
"You bad boy, you are so heartless. You haven't even shown up for half a month. I think your heart is not filled with me, but with the emperor..." Yan Wan's eyes were red, and she was like a little rabbit in someone's arms. Her little mouth kept chattering, mumbling and complaining in a low voice.