Lang Zhong predicted that Song Jianing would be born around May 20, but on the 25th, Song Jianing's stomach still did not move.
Song Jianing felt that she was fine everywhere, no pain or itching, so she still ate, drank and slept as usual, which was heartless. Zhao Heng's face was calm, but he was worried in his heart. Even if several imperial physicians said that the princess's pulse was stable, Zhao Heng was not at ease. When he fell asleep at night, Song Jianing was a little bit moving, even if he just raised his hand to scratch the small itch on his back, Zhao Heng would be wake up.
I can't sleep well at night, I still get up early in the daytime.
In the midsummer season, the sky in the capital city can change, just after a meal at noon, the sky becomes gloomy, and it doesn't take long for it to rain heavily, accompanied by the rumbling of thunder. Zhaozhao is too young to be afraid of thunder, and even if there is a thunder, she doesn't even want a wet nurse. As long as her mother coaxes her, she can feel at ease when she stays by her side.
Song Jianing lay on the bed with her daughter to rest for a while. The thunderstorms did not stop, and the mother and two spent the whole second half of the bed on the bed. When Zhao Heng came back in the evening, Song Jianing led her daughter around the house. After all, she had a big belly and couldn't sit all the time.
"Father!" There was a rumble of thunder outside the window, and Zhaozhao threw his head on his father's lap, as if he was pitiful.
Knowing that his daughter was afraid of thunder, Zhao Heng quickly picked up her daughter and covered her ears with big hands.
"My lord, sit down, I'll stand for a while." Song Jianing smiled and told him to sit on the chair.
Zhao Heng glanced at her bulging belly and resisted not asking about the princess' situation today, but seeing her ruddy complexion, it was no big deal.
"Zhaozhao tells a story to the king." Song Jianing gave Shuang'er one hand to hold and the other to his stomach, and said softly, "Tell me about Mr. Lei and Mr. Dian's mother."
When Zhaozhao was learning words, he was eager to show off to his father when he learned new words. As soon as his mother reminded him, the little girl sat on his father's lap and started talking incoherently. Zhao Heng is used to saying three words, four words, and five words. Zhaozhao looks a lot like him now.
Zhao Heng listened carefully, and finally understood his daughter's story, saying that Mr. Lei likes to sleep, and Mr. Dian didn't move no matter how he got up, so Mr. Dian poured a bucket of water on Mr. Lei. The water fell to the ground and it became rain, Lei Gong woke up, chased Dian Mu to settle accounts with Dian Mu, the lightning in the sky was Dian Mu running, and thunder was Lei Gong's roar.
Needless to say, Zhao Heng also knew that this was made up by his princess.
"It's time to write a book." After the meal, Zhao Heng lay down beside her and touched her belly.
Song Jianing was confused: "What book?"
Zhao Heng smiled and kissed the tip of her nose: "The story you made up is called..."The Story of Princess Shou."
Song Jianing's face flushed, and he said angrily, "Your Highness will laugh at me."
Being pregnant with the child, her face became more tender, her almond eyes were bright, and she was as delicate as a big baby. Zhao Hengqing couldn't help but hold her red lips, and after a while, he stroked her face and said slowly, "No smile. You, from tomorrow onwards, one article every night, you talk, I write. Zhaozhao is big, read it to the second child, the second child is big, and the third..."
With the sound of rain outside the window, Zhao Heng embraced his princess and fantasized about the future of the couple.
At first Song Jianing really thought that the prince was teasing her, but listening to his Qingyue whispers and looking at his fairy-like jade face, Song Jianing was unknowingly attracted by his description, and then she felt that if there was such a book , she read him write, it's really good. The children are all grown up and can read to their grandchildren, holding the book he wrote in his hand.
"Okay, starting from tomorrow, let's write when the lord is free." Her stories are very short, and she will write a little before and after dinner, so as not to delay the business.
The couple discussed it, and Zhao Hengren was in the palace the next day. In addition to worrying about Song Jianing's birth, they finally had more concerns. They made a list in advance. It was the name of the dozen stories she told her daughter so far. Such as rabbits, foxes, grapes, peach fairy and so on.
The heavy rain was still falling, and the sky was gloomy. It seemed that dusk came earlier than sunny days, so Zhao Heng returned to the house ahead of schedule.
On the way to the backyard, Zhao Heng was still thinking about which story to pick at the beginning, but as soon as he arrived in the backyard, he saw Shuang'er hurried out and excitedly ordered the maids to prepare. When she turned around to see him, Shuang'er forgot to salute excitedly, and only said loudly, "My lord, the princess is about to give birth!"
Zhao Heng's heart was instantly suspended in the air.
The delivery room had already been prepared, and the midwife and the husband rushed there quickly. Song Jianing had given birth once, and was not as nervous as the first time. Since the midwife said she was not in a hurry to go to the delivery room, Song Jianing urged Zhao Heng to write a story to pass the time. She was interested, but Zhao Heng couldn't take it calmly. When he picked up the pen, his hand trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes glanced at her bulging belly from time to time.
"Write the gourd first?" Song Jianing touched his stomach, feeling blessed.
Zhao Heng was able to recite all her stories, and after hearing the words, he remembered it, secretly tasted it, and Zhao Heng smiled: "Okay."
Song Jianing walked slowly around the desk while telling the story softly: "Once upon a time, there lived a very handsome immortal in the mountains..."
Zhao Heng held a pen and carefully wrote down every word she read, writing, "The fairy found that his gourd was missing, and there was a white and fat girl under the gourd vine." Just after writing the last stroke, Song Jianing suddenly sucked. tone. Zhao Heng shook his hand, and the tip of the pen left a trace on the blank space of the rice paper.
"Does it hurt?" Zhao Heng quickly walked around to the princess' side and supported her shoulders.
Song Jianing opened his mouth, and when the familiar pain came from his abdomen again, Song Jianing nodded helplessly.
"I'll help you over." Zhao Heng calmly said, at the critical moment, he didn't panic.
Song Jianing looked at Xuan Zhi and hesitated a bit. He missed the first story before leaving. Zhao Heng laughed. He hugged her and coaxed the midwife and maid who rushed in after hearing the news.
When speaking, Zhao Heng looked into her eyes steadily.
Song Jianing understood, the prince was using another way to appease her, and they would have a lifetime to do what they wanted to do.
"Yeah." Song Jianing smiled and went to the delivery room accompanied by his man.
This child, Song Jianing's pregnancy was smooth, and the birthplace was also smooth. The rain outside the window subsided, and when it stopped pattering at dawn, as if echoing, a loud cry of a baby suddenly came from the delivery room. The cry was clear and loud, like a young dragon born in the sky after the new rain in the empty mountains, hovering in the air to show the dragon's might.
"Congratulations, Princess, you are a little boy!" The midwife hugged the boy who had just cleaned up, and congratulated her with a smile.
Song Jianing's attention was all on his son. When he looked at his size, he knew that he was fatter than his daughter when he was born.
After the princess saw the child, the midwife immediately took it out to show the prince.
The little guy closed his eyes and was ignorant of world affairs. Zhao Heng took his son. In a short moment, he thought a lot.
"Send someone to announce the good news."
"Yes."
So the news that Princess Shou gave birth to a little grandson in the early morning was immediately sent to the palace.