"It's okay," Lu Minglan whispered, "I want you to hold me."
There was no way Mu Yuante was unwilling. He was so busy that he took off all his clothes, got under the quilt, carefully hugged Lu Minglan, and carefully placed his big hands on Lu Minglan's flat belly. He didn't dare to move at all. , just placing it so gently, feeling the softness and warmth under his hand, his breath was held. After a long time, Mu Yuante whispered: "Lan'er, we have a child."
Lu Minglan's eyes felt a little hot. This was naturally not the first time she was pregnant, but where had she ever been so lovingly cared for before
In the past, when she was pregnant with Mu Nanzhi and Mu Nanshan, she was just a low-level concubine. She lived in the worst tent, gnawed meatless bones, and had to wash her own clothes in the twelfth lunar month of winter, let alone have someone to take care of her, because She was malnourished. Although she was pregnant with twins, her belly gradually swelled until she was eight months old. The children she gave birth to were even underwhelmed. Mu Nanzhi almost died at that time...
Lu Minglan thought about that winter night twenty-four years ago, the little baby who couldn't cry, and the midwife who sighed and shook her head.
It was her first time to be a mother. Although it was not the child she expected, it was still the flesh and blood that fell from her body. She watched helplessly as the midwife carried the baby and was about to take it out and throw it away. She didn't know. She didn't have so much energy. She sat up from the bed, staggered over and snatched the little baby back. She hugged the little baby while crying, and slapped the little baby's back hard. Back, the midwife looked at her as if she was looking at a madman, but it was she, the madman, who beat the child with a purple face to death.
When the little baby started crying, she cried too, crying and laughing.
…
It was her first time becoming a mother. It was painful and desolate, but it was not without joy.
"I miss Nanzhi a little bit," Lu Minglan said. As soon as she opened her mouth, tears started to fall down. She leaned on the man's chest and grabbed his arm with both hands, "She will be my daughter." , I have suffered too much in this life, and I...as a mother, I really feel sorry for her."
"I heard that Prince Ning treated her very well. It is really rare that there is not even a maid with a common room in the backyard of the palace." Mu Yuante was so busy that he comforted her, "Lan'er, she is doing well in Dali. Don't be too embarrassed." Worried about her."
"No, no, you don't know... I'm sorry for Nanzhi! I'm so sorry for her!" Lu Minglan cried and shook her head. She didn't continue talking, but turned around and threw herself into Mu Yuante's arms. Whimpering, "Mu Yuante, I feel... my whole body is filled with sin..."
Yes, she is full of sin.
Her daughter was cruelly sent thousands of miles away by her, and her son was displaced. But now, she is enjoying the joy of becoming a mother again in this gentle and wealthy hometown.
She is truly a sinner.
Shameful and disgusting.
Especially at this time, she was thinking about Nanzhi, who was thousands of miles away.
…
"No, it's not like that," Mu Yuante hurriedly comforted Lu Minglan. He was so anxious that the emperor, who usually made all the changes, turned into a helpless child every time he came in front of Lu Minglan, "Lan'er, You are the best, and you will always be the best in my heart.”
"What's good about me?" Lu Minglan looked at his appearance and couldn't help but want to laugh a little, "You should tell me."