Lu Minglan nodded and said softly: "He has been dreaming of a big world and freedom since he was a child, and now he has realized it in Dali."
"Lan'er, don't be sad, you still have me," Mu Yuante knew that she was sad, so he held her hand and said, "We still have a child."
Lu Minglan looked at Mu Yuante and smiled lightly: "I know it, so don't worry."
"Eat quickly." Mu Yuante felt relieved and breathed out softly.
"Is Song Tong still determined to hang up his crown and return home?" Lu Minglan suddenly asked, "How was your discussion with him today?"
"Mrs. Song passed away early. He is also depressed. There must be a recovery period. I can't force him. Let him rest for half a year." Mu Yuante shook his head slightly, obviously talking to Song Tong just now. The conversation did not go smoothly, and now he was afraid that Lu Minglan would be worried, so he changed the subject and said, "By the way, Emperor Dali also asked Song Tong to bring you a message."
Lu Minglan was so busy that he put down his spoon and said, "What? What did he want to say to me?"
"He said, let you, the aunt, rest assured that he will take good care of Nannan and Nanshan. As long as he is here, Nannan and Nanshan will be safe and smooth," Mu Yuante said, and then paused. , "By the way, one more thing, please let go of anything about the past, and please don't force things about your children and grandchildren."
Lu Minglan's eyes suddenly widened, and her lips trembled as she said, "He... did he really say that?"
"That's what it said. When Song Tong said it, I didn't quite understand it, so I remembered this sentence and came back to tell you." Mu Yuante thought for a moment, then nodded and looked at Lu Minglan His expression didn't look good, and he asked cautiously, "Lan'er, is there any problem with this?"
Lu Minglan didn't seem to hear, and just stared blankly at a vase carved from cow bones on the windowsill.
"What's wrong?" Mu Yuante pinched her fingers gently, "Lan'er, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing," Lu Minglan came back to her senses, looked at Mu Yuante with a smile, her face was calm, but her tears were falling down, "Maybe it's because I'm getting older and thinking more and more."
"Lan'er... why are you crying?" Mu Yuante looked at her like this, and his heart ached so much that he was so busy that he sat over and took a handkerchief to wipe her tears, "Lan'er, Lan'er, Stop crying, stop crying..."
"I used to hold back my tears for fear of holding them back too much, but now I really can't hold them back at all," Lu Minglan leaned into Mu Yuante's arms and let him wipe her tears hurriedly while gently wiping her tears. He said lightly, "Mu Yuante, don't ask anything, just let me cry like this for a while, okay?"
Mu Yuante said no more, put down the handkerchief, stretched out his hand and hugged Lu Minglan into his arms.
The fourteenth day of the first month of the second year of Tianding
Fang was pregnant for ten months, and on this day she finally gave birth.
Mrs. Fang has been suffering from abdominal pain since midnight last night. The Fang Mansion invited a midwife to live in the house early in the morning. Right Minister Fang Zeduan was still worried, and he was so busy that he sent someone to invite the imperial doctor. Fang Zeduan wanted to enter the palace to attend the morning court. Although he was worried, he couldn't stay in the house longer, so he hurried towards the palace in a sedan chair, leaving Zheng Zuoyang circling anxiously in the corridor.
After Mrs. Fang struggled in the delivery room for three hours, she finally welcomed her eldest daughter, weighing eight pounds and sixty taels, in the dim light of morning. As soon as Zheng Zuoyang heard the cry of the baby coming from inside, he suddenly felt light. He didn't know why. , tears fell without any effect, and he was so busy that he rushed into the room, but was stopped by the maid, saying that the house was being cleaned, and it was inconvenient not to go in at this time.