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"Husband, why aren't you asleep?"
The woman walked into the study room which was brightly lit all night.
"Are you writing a letter?"
Zhu Wuyang packed the letter paper as if nothing had happened, put it in the innermost part of the cabinet, and said with a smile, "There are some things that need to be explained to Ah Fu and the others, otherwise they can't be done well."
He got up and took a cloak hanging in the study room, shook it off steadily, and covered Lin Lang's body, "It's windy at night, if you're sleepy, go to bed first, don't wait for me."
With that said, he took the man back into the house.
"I can't sleep without seeing my husband."
Lin Lang leaned against his chest and said coquettishly.
The man stroked her cheek lightly and murmured.
"If one day I'm gone... what will you do?"
"What's missing?" Lin Lang didn't hear clearly.
Recently, the city lord seems to be very preoccupied. He often puts her to sleep, and then he goes out alone, and doesn't come back until dawn.
The other party didn't speak, and seemed to be asleep.
Another month passed.
In the blink of an eye, it was time for Lin Lang to give birth.
Outside the delivery room, the man paced back and forth, the anxiety on his face was obvious.
It's been a day since I went in, why haven't I given birth yet
Hearing the heart-piercing cries, he wanted to rush in, but he was stopped, saying that his appearance would only increase the pressure on the mother.
When I was in a state of confusion, something happened on the other side.
"You said Miss fell down? What's going on? Don't you guys watch her carefully?"
The messenger was obedient and dared not speak out.
Zhu Wuyang took a deep breath and barely suppressed the anger in his heart, "How is Miss doing now?"
"Miss Wen has already gone in and is giving birth. Miss cried a lot and said she wanted to see her brother." The servant girl said cautiously, "Master, why don't you go over and have a look?"
Zhu Wuyang glanced at her coldly, "Go down."
As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of crying inside.
It was the cry of a child.
He finally couldn't take it anymore, pushed open the door and went in.
Wen Po said beamingly, "Congratulations to the city lord, you are a young master! Both mother and child are safe!"
When he heard the last sentence, the big stone in his heart fell instantly, with a smile on his face that couldn't be concealed, "Rewards! There are rewards for everything!"
"Husband."
She called softly.
His jet-black hair was wet all over, and Lin Lang was lying on the bed with a pale face, which made him feel very distressed.
Zhu Wuyang immediately took a step forward, held her hand, and said with pity, "Madam, you have worked hard."
She smiled, "This little guy is torturing me to death."
The Lord City Master followed her gaze to the small body next to her.
The newborn baby was wrinkled, and the lanugo on the top was extremely soft. It clenched its fists and cried like a kitten, intermittently, not very healthy.
"Husband, if you hug him and coax him, maybe he won't cry." Lin Lang said.
He stretched out his palm, and carefully picked up the ridiculously light little thing, not knowing if his posture was right, he looked at Lin Lang in embarrassment.
Lin Lang smiled at him and nodded.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked down again, the little guy had already fallen asleep, with tears still remaining on his red face, snuggling up obediently in his arms.
"It seems that he likes your husband better." Lin Lang smiled, her voice getting a little tired.
Zhu Wuyang immediately let her have a good rest, and asked Wen Po to take care of the young master.
He couldn't stay for too long. After instructing the maids to take good care of his wife, he rode to Fang's house. He had to check on his sister's condition.
Zhu Jinse gave birth prematurely. Her body was originally fragile, and her postpartum hemorrhage was much worse than he imagined. She almost fell into a coma for a long time before waking up, saw Zhu Wuyang who was standing by her side, cried again, and said sobbingly, "Jinse thought she would never see her brother again."
His lips moved slightly, and finally turned into a sigh.
"You are my sister, how could I leave you behind?"
He will always remember that when he was shut up in the ancestral hall when he was a child, she would sneak in to accompany him.
After being hit by the board, she cried harder than herself.
He swore to protect her forever.
Even if it is to lose yourself.
The siblings talked for a while, but were interrupted by a loud cry.
The man smiled slightly, "My little nephew is quite energetic."
A smug smile appeared on Zhu Jinse's face, and she was hugged out.
The earth-shattering crying of this eight-pound little boy was so loud that the entire Fang family could hear it. Fang's mother was very happy, her grandson was one of the handsomest in a hundred, but the neighbor's dog, big and strong, was not in the same class at all.
The boy's hair was swarthy, his eyelashes were slender and thick, and his small red mouth made people want to kiss him.
Although he is a little devil in the world, he can't hold back everyone's overflowing pity.
Zhu Jinse felt elated because of this, and her status in Fang's family was the same as that of the empress dowager. Her mother-in-law came all day long to ask her relatives, not to mention how proud she was.
"Come here and let your mother hug you."
But the other party didn't buy her at all, and opened his mouth to cry and pissed on her all over.
Zhu Jinse really has the heart to beat people.
The mother-in-law couldn't help complaining and looking at her again, and hurriedly coaxed her sweetheart away.
Zhu Wuyang looked at the child several times.
"Brother, look, I hope he bullies me." Zhu Jinse said coquettishly on purpose.
"You, you have children, and you love to sue so much." He then withdrew his attention and teased his sister for coming.
The atmosphere is happy and harmonious, as if returning to the old days.
On the other side, Lin Lang was resting against the bed.
Someone arrives with a bowl of chicken soup.
The other party's black brocade boots stopped in front of her bed.
"Hungry, drink the soup."
A man's hoarse voice sounded in the room.
Lin Lang raised her eyes, and what caught her eyes were his slightly red eyes.
So she reached out and touched it, "Why are you crying?"
"The wind is too strong, and I am blinded."
The housekeeper refused to admit that the guy who cried like an idiot an hour ago turned out to be him.
Lin Lang thought to herself, she must save some face for him.
Just holding his hand, she lowered her head and obediently drank the soup.
"Did you make this soup?" she asked again, glancing at the scar on his finger.
"You think too much, the gentleman is far away from the kitchen, how can I cook?"
The butler brother started to speak hard again.
Yes, he is just jealous, jealous that that man can be her husband, guarding her dignifiedly, and he can only be like a thief, even when he is worried and crying, he has to beware of whether there are people around him, so as not to cause trouble for her .
She walked around the gate of hell, but he was not the first person to comfort her.
He didn't even dare to hug the child, for fear of showing his feet.
What is he not a wimp
"You're tired today, take a good rest." The butler suddenly realized that something was wrong with him, so he quickly stopped talking, packed up his things, and prepared to go out.
Her slender and weak hands gently covered the back of his.
"Father, please give the baby a name."
At that moment, he only felt that his limbs were limp.
Can't lift the slightest bit of strength.
"Honey, are you still angry?" Lin Lang kissed the corner of his lips.
The butler was a little dizzy when she pulled him over to moles him.
angry
What are you angry about
Are you angry
He was dizzy in the tenderness, and he didn't even think about sulking.
This woman is really cunning.
Because the young master was welcomed, the City Lord's Mansion was full of joy.
However, after adding a child, the male host is busier than before, not only busy until late at night every day, but also often disappears.
Everyone thought this was too weird.
The smile on the face of the mayor's wife became more and more forced.
Until one night.
While half asleep and half awake, someone gently kissed his forehead.
"Ma'am, I'm leaving."
Lin Lang opened her sleepy eyes.
Under the flickering candlelight, half of his face was cast with a faint shadow, which softened his normally cold eyebrows and eyes.
He kissed her, on the forehead, between the brows, the bridge of the nose, the cheeks, and the lips, over and over again, tirelessly.
Lin Lang turned sideways, rested her face on his palm, closed her eyes, and asked him as usual, "Where are you going? When will you be back?"
"I'm going to a far away place, and there may be no way to come back."
The man said softly, "So let's say goodbye to you and Fu'er first."
He rubbed his wife's face as soft as spring willows with his big palm, "Why is your face so ugly, is that brat coming to trouble you again?"
"Fu'er is very obedient and obedient. She goes to bed when she's full and basically never troubles me." She gently rubbed his palm, "It's just that I miss my husband so much, I haven't seen you for several days, it's hard, I just don't want to eat."
His heart ached slightly.
Why not yourself
Lin Lang opened her eyes slightly, and the mist filled the air. She said coquettishly, "Husband, you haven't coaxed me to sleep for a long time."
"It's the child's mother, and I still want someone to coax you to sleep." Zhu Wuyang smiled.
Even so, he still coaxed her to sleep.
Zhu Wuyang stretched out her hand, gently brushed away the broken hair on her cheeks, and tucked the quilt again.
Farewell, madam.
He glanced at the red lantern hanging at the door, got on his horse, his black cloak flew wildly, and never came back.
Zhu Wuyang single-handedly went to the robber's den on the nearby mountain.
These robbers burned, killed, looted, and did all sorts of crimes, harming many girls from good families, but the other side had a cunning military adviser and a group of masters, which became a tough nut to crack.
Zhu Wuyang was not sure that he would survive.
But this is also his original purpose.
When he becomes a tragic hero, people will sing him praises, praise him, and show tolerance to the hero's widow and descendants.
This is the last thing he can do for his wife.
Blood blurred his eyes, he seemed to see Lin Lang walking with the child, and said with a smile that he would take him home for dinner.
Yes, go home, he wants to go home.
They are waiting for him.
Zhu Wuyang tried hard to get up, but suddenly staggered.
A sharp arrow pierced through the chest.
He stared stupidly at the blood gushing out of his chest.
Can't stop.
No, no, he wants to go back, go back...
His little ancestor is still waiting for him to go back and coax him...
However, there was more and more blood.
That night, the flames soared into the sky and burned the Buried Bone Mountain.
Someone died.
Some people strolled down the hill.
"What a fool."
There was a faint sarcasm on the corner of his mouth, and against the firelight, the half of his face covered in blood looked like a ghost.