Song Jianing had just given birth, and although the sweat was wiped off her face, the broken hair on her forehead was still damp, sticking to her fair and clean forehead, like the petals after the rain, delicate and fragile. She lay there with a slight smile, Xingyan chased after him, so quiet and well-behaved, Zhao Heng was completely unable to connect the pain that lasted all night with her.
But it was this well-behaved woman who gave birth to a daughter for him.
Zhao Heng sat sideways on the bed, put his hand into the quilt, groped for her soft little hand, and the hand on the quilt was not as warm as his, which was weak. Five fingers tightly grasped the cold little hand, Zhao Heng looked at her and asked, "It still hurts?"
Song Jianing shook his head with a smile, feeling a little uncomfortable underneath, but compared to before her daughter was born, this little pain was nothing at all. She was just a little worried and whispered, "It's a pity that I couldn't give the prince a son." Song Jianing liked this daughter very much. If she had a trace of regret before seeing her daughter, because the prince and the emperor would probably not like it, but after seeing her After her daughter, Song Jianing didn't feel a pity at all, she just wanted to test the prince's attitude.
She was so careful, Zhao Heng knew at a glance, smiled, and then whispered in her unexpected eyes: "It's good that my daughter is like you."
It's been a year since Song Jianing married into the palace. Looking back on this year, the prince didn't laugh much. In those rare times, either she did something stupid or said something stupid to make him laugh, or it was the prince himself. In a good mood, such as when he put a hairpin on her, such as when he was just satisfied. Now he is complimenting his daughter with a smile, and the clouds in his eyes seem to have melted. Song Jianing is deeply relieved. As long as the prince likes his daughter, Song Jianing doesn't care whether the emperor in the palace likes it or not.
"Your Highness must be a good father," Song Jianing said sincerely.
She often praised him well. Today is his first day as a father, so she praised him like that. Zhao Heng laughed: "Why do you say that?"
"My lord is not partial to my son." Song Jianing said playfully.
For these reasons, looking at her watery almond eyes, Zhao Heng leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Hurry up and get another one."
Song Jianing's cheeks were slightly hot, Wang Ye's tone, how could she think that what he was looking forward to most was not the child, but the birth of a child? Song Jianing turned his head, Zhao Heng looked at her as usual, Song Jianing couldn't see what he was thinking at first glance, but at the second... He lowered his eyes nervously before he could see clearly. He ate her immediately.
The couple suddenly quieted down, but the atmosphere was warm and quiet. At this moment, the kitchen came to deliver food.
Zhao Heng hadn't eaten for a whole day, Song Jianing had given birth to a child for a day, and his stomach was growling with hunger. Her breakfast was only a bowl of lean meat porridge. Zhao Heng also had a plate of steamed buns in addition to the porridge. Mammy Cen and Shuang’er set the meal. Mammy Cen was going to serve the princess. Who would have guessed that she had just helped the princess against the head of the bed, and as soon as she turned around, she would I saw that the lord brought up the porridge bowl of the princess on the table.
The prince loves the princess, and Mammy Cen is too late to be happy. Naturally, she will not dissuade her because of some rules, so she leads Shuang'er out first.
Song Jianing was flattered, but looking at such a gentle prince, and thinking about the hardships she had to have to give birth to a child, Song Jianing was not polite. Looking calmly at the prince scooping up the porridge, and watching him hand it over, Song Jianing's body warmed little by little. When the spoon approached, she blew lightly, and only then did she exert herself, and a slight discomfort suddenly came from her lower abdomen.
Seeing her frown, Zhao Heng immediately said, "Don't move."
Song Jianing looked up.
Zhao Heng glanced at her, then lowered his eyes and pointed his lips to the porcelain spoon. Although he was not as high as when Song Jianing was blowing porridge, he was indeed blowing porridge. It was obviously a small thing, but if he made it, it became a very rare event. Song Jianing watched intently, the porridge was already sweet in his mouth before he could eat it.
"Try it first, be careful not to scald it." Zhao Heng was blowing porridge for the first time.
Song Jianing nodded, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it, making sure it wasn't hot, then he took the spoon and sucked the porridge. After swallowing it, Song Jianing raised his head again, Zhao Heng stared at her red mouth, and after a while he looked back and continued to feed her. Song Jianing was really hungry, so he ate a bowl, as if he hadn't eaten enough.
"Eat less and eat more, don't hold on." Zhao Heng explained that he didn't mean to starve her.
Song Jianing was actually full, but she couldn't help but watch him eat.
Zhao Heng was helpless. He used his spoon to feed her several times, three mouthfuls, and never again.
After the prince and princess finished their meals, the wet nurse brought the sleeping little princess over, Zhao Heng took her daughter and hugged it for a while before handing it over to her. Song Jianing has been with the prince for a year, and now of course, seeing her daughter is more fresh, holding her daughter and watching intently, unknowingly forgetting the man beside her. Zhao Heng was also looking at his daughter, looking at him, he thought of something, and his eyes moved to the princess' ear.
When Song Jianing felt something, when he saw that he seemed to be looking at the side of her face, Song Jianing subconsciously touched that side and asked in doubt, "Is there something?"
Zhao Heng shook his head.
Song Jianing didn't touch it either, and it was even more strange: "Then what is the prince looking at?"
She asked earnestly, and Zhao Heng replied earnestly, "It looks good."
Song Jianing blinked, and when she realized that the prince was actually teasing her in a serious manner, Song Jianing's face flushed red, and she lowered her head shyly, pretending to pay attention to her daughter. Zhao Heng glanced at her ears a few more times, and then compared his daughter's. After several comparisons, he found that the mother's ears really didn't look the same.
Unlike her mother, she naturally followed her father.
"Little famous, how?" Zhao Heng discussed with the princess in a lower voice when his daughter was sleeping, thinking that before her daughter was born, he walked to the window, and a ray of sunlight happened to shine on him. To Zhao Heng, he and her daughter were like a beam of light, shining brightly, dispelling the darkness that haunted him all night.
"Which Zhao?" Song Jianing asked curiously. In fact, she had already thought of several names for her sons and daughters, but if the prince had better words, she would listen to the prince.
"The sun and the moon Zhaozhao." Zhao Heng looked at her and explained, "The big name is Zhaohua." His daughter, Zhaohua County Lord.
Song Jianing recited it a few times and liked it, "Zhaozhao sounds nice and has a good meaning. Thank you, Your Highness, for your name."
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The second daughter and mother are safe. This is good news. The red sun is on the west side. Guo Boyan deliberately came back early. After changing his clothes, he went directly to his younger son, Mao Geer. Brother Mao was easily sleepy when he was ill, and just fell asleep, Guo Boyan sat on the edge of the bed and carefully observed his son's pimple-covered face, but unfortunately it was only a day's work, and he didn't see any difference.
"I heard that the emperor rewarded An An?" After caring about his son, Guo Boyan began to inquire about the news of his married daughter.
Lin shi smiled reassuringly: "Yeah, I have rewarded a few of the four treasures of the study." When the reward came, Lin shi was still staying in Shouwang's mansion. She had a clear mind and guessed that the emperor's reward was mainly to make up for his father and son with Shouwang. Love is not about rewarding a daughter. But if the son-in-law is good, the daughter will have a good life. Anyway, the daughter's face is already there. I don't know how much stronger Princess Hirui is, and the Lin family is satisfied.
"The little girl is exactly the same as when An An was born, but she is beautiful." Lin shi praised proudly.
Guo Boyan stared at her faintly. When An An was born, she still lived in Jiangnan, accompanied by a man surnamed Song.
Lin shi knew what her husband was thinking when she saw his pantothenic eyes, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Since she married into the Guogong's mansion, she has been careful to avoid mentioning anything about the Song family. Fortunately, the couple was no longer the estranged relationship four or five years ago. Guo Boyan was jealous, Lin Shi not only did not try to remedy it, but instead gave him an angry look: "The older brother Mao is, the more like the prince, is that what you said?"
Why should only state officials be allowed to set fires, and people are not allowed to light lamps
Mentioning the eldest son, Guo Boyan's expression was slightly gloomy, and he was no longer jealous. He squeezed his wife's hand and said, "Pingzhang is injured, I'll go see him."
Lin Shi hummed and sent him out. The stepson was seriously injured, and yesterday he was worried that Brother Mao was afraid. He came here to accompany him for a day. Even his own brother couldn't do better than his own brother. Lin Shi admired this stepson from the bottom of his heart, so he wouldn't mind her husband's concern.
Guo Boyan came to Yihexuan alone, stepped into the courtyard, and heard a suppressed cough coming from the upper room. Guo Boyan paused, hesitated for a moment, and then continued to walk forward. In the house, Guo Xiao knew his physical condition. If it was not necessary, he would lie on the bed honestly, hoping to recover as soon as possible. When his father came, Guo Xiao was not polite, just sat up against the head of the bed and respectfully said, "Father."
"Is it better today?" Guo Boyan approached and asked, staring at the eldest son's right chest.
Guo Xiao nodded.
Guo Boyan looked at the eldest son's pale face, and finally couldn't bear to force the eldest son to make a choice before he fully recovered, and left after a few words of concern. Guo Xiao watched his father leave, vaguely guessing that his father might want to say something to him, and even guessed that it should be related to his stepsister who just gave birth to a daughter.
Guo Xiao closed his eyes.
He understands his father's embarrassment, he also obeys his father in everything he wants, and doesn't let him worry about it, but he is the only one who won't let go.
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Song Jianing's daughter was born on October 15th, and on the 27th of October, the Chu palace gave the emperor's second grandson Cheng a full moon. Song Jianing couldn't go, so Zhao Heng went by himself and came back after the banquet.
Song Jianing was watching the nursing mother breastfeeding her daughter. When she heard that the prince was back, she looked at the nursing mother first. The wet nurse did not dare to let the prince see this inconspicuous thing. After asking for instructions, she carried the little princess and walked behind the specially placed screen to feed. Zhao Heng entered the door and caught a glimpse of a shadow behind the screen, so he didn't take a second look there and went directly to the bedside.
Song Jianing first observed the expression of his lord, but he couldn't see anything, and asked curiously, "Why did the lord come back so early?" In this kind of liveliness, aren't close relatives the first to go and the last to leave? If Tingfang's sister lived nearby and her niece was over a full moon, Song Jianing would definitely stay for a while longer, so she would be very rare for her niece.
Zhao Heng sat on the bed, held hers in his hand, and asked her in a low voice what she had eaten in the afternoon.
Song Jianing answered obediently. After answering, she could see that the prince did not seem to be in the mood to talk. She was wondering if something happened to the Chu palace. , fleetingly. Song Jianing stared at the prince in disbelief, and found that the prince's face was surprisingly gentle when he looked at his daughter, Song Jianing suddenly understood.
Dare to come back so soon, is he in a hurry to hug his daughter
Song Jianing really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
In the Chu palace, the Chu prince is also complaining to his concubine: "The third child left after the meal, but he didn't do this for the full moon. Does he not like us as brothers?" The fat son in my arms, the more I look at it, the more unhappy it is. Isn't the second child just a little darker with him, the younger brother is the uncle, but he doesn't like hugging his nephew because he is dark
Feng Zheng laughed and said with a smile, "Can you blame the Third Highness? He wants to be a brother and you don't want to give it. The Third Highness had no daughter before, he likes children, so he can only come to us to see your face, now Jia Ning will give it to you. He has given birth to a beautiful daughter, of course the Third Highness is anxious to go home and hug her daughter."
When the King of Chu heard this, his eyes widened again, and he said angrily: "You don't need to speak for him, I'll give him a hug for Brother Sheng and Brother Cheng. He is even more stingy. I went to see Zhao Zhao before, but he didn't even touch him. Touch me, that look is obviously because I think my hands are thick." Such a beautiful little niece made him greedy.
Feng Zheng laughed at him: "Your hands are already thick, I'm afraid you will hurt Cheng Ge'er's face."
The King of Chu didn't like to listen to it anymore, so he put down his sleeping brother and rushed to Feng Zheng, hugging and kissing while talking nonsense: "I think my hands are thick at the moment, when the Lord makes you comfortable, why don't you Suspect?" He is a military general, and he speaks sharply, often deliberately saying such shameful swear words, Feng Zheng is annoyed and ashamed, and eventually turns into a spring water under him every time.
When the child is over the full moon, it should be brought into the palace to be seen by the grandfather and grandmother. On the day off at the end of the month, the King of Chu held Brother Cheng and Feng Zheng led Brother Sheng, and the family of four entered the palace together. Emperor Xuande and Queen Li were waiting together in the middle palace. Brother Sheng was lively, so he let go of his mother's hand when he came in, and ran towards Emperor Xuande, excitedly saying, "Grandfather!"
Emperor Xuande happily hugged his eldest grandson. The first grandson was still a grandson, so Emperor Xuande was naturally not a favorite.
"Grandmother." Leaning in Emperor Xuande's arms, Brother Sheng didn't forget another elder.
Queen Li smiled softly.
The big one was too rare. Emperor Xuande handed Sheng Ge'er to Empress Li. He took the second grandson, Cheng Ge'er, who had just turned a full moon, and hugged him for a while. After all, he was too young to be funny. Emperor Xuande handed Cheng Ge'er to Empress Li and changed him to promoted brother. Then he took his eldest son and grandson to Chongzheng Hall, and asked his daughter-in-law to accompany Empress Li to talk about family affairs.
Feng Zheng has been a princess of Chu for several years, and she has to enter the palace during the festivals. She is already familiar with Empress Li's temperament and knows that Empress Li is a virtuous and reasonable person. Therefore, although the two are not mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, Feng Zheng and Queen Li are very open when they are together, and they can chat about everything together.
"I had a dream yesterday, and I dreamed of Xiao Wu again." While chatting, Empress Li looked at Brother Cheng, who was sleeping in her arms, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she didn't look up, just muttering to herself in a low voice. He said, "I dreamed that Xiao Wu was sitting on a river lantern, crying and telling me that he was cold, asking me to hug him, I went into the water to find him, but the river lantern took him farther and farther... "
She didn't cry, she was calm, but the mother's thoughts about her deceased son in her words were heartbreaking. Feng Zheng is the mother of two children, so she can better understand Empress Li's suffering. If this kind of thing is put on her, the good son will be gone. Feng Zheng feels that he may not be able to hold on, so he can't wait to go down to accompany his son, Don't let him be alone.
"Mother's condolences, the fifth brother entrusts you with a dream. It should be reincarnated. The fifth brother is so sensible and will be safe and happy in the next life." Wiping the corner of his eyes, Feng Zheng comforted gently.
Empress Li smiled wryly, raised her head, looked at Feng Zheng, and two lines of clear tears suddenly slid down her fair and beautiful face: "I want him to come back, I want him to stay by my side, this palace is too big and too cold , I can't take it anymore..." Having said this, the young queen's tears finally burst, covering her mouth with one hand, and whimpering at Brother Cheng: "I want to have another one, but my body is broken and I can no longer conceive. up…”