Song Jianing had just given birth. Although the sweat on his face had been wiped away, the hair on his forehead was still wet, pressing against his fair and smooth forehead, like the petals after the rain, delicate and fragile. She lay there with a smile, her almond eyes chasing him. She was so quiet and well-behaved that Zhao Heng could not connect the pain that lasted for a night with her.

But it was this well-behaved woman who gave birth to a daughter for him.

Zhao Heng sat on the side of the bed, reached into the quilt, and found her soft little hand. The hand placed in the quilt was not as warm as him. He was weak. His five fingers held the cool little hand tightly. Zhao Heng looked at her and asked, "It still hurts?"

Song Jianing smiled and shook her head, feeling a little uncomfortable, but compared to her daughter before she was born, this little pain was nothing. 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 little regret before seeing her daughter, the emperor would probably not be happy because of the prince, but after seeing her daughter, Song Jianing did not feel sorry at all. Now she just wanted to test the prince's attitude.

Zhao Heng knew her little thoughts at first glance, smiled, and then whispered in her unexpected gaze: "My daughter looks like you, it's great."

Song Jianing has been married into the prince's mansion for a year. Looking back on this year, the prince did not laugh much. The rare times, either she did something stupid and said something stupid, which made him laugh, or the prince himself was in a good mood, for example, when he wore a hairpin for her, for example, after he was satisfied. Now he smiled and praised his daughter, and the clouds in his eyes seemed to melt a little. Song Jianing breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the prince liked his daughter, Song Jianing didn't care whether the emperor in the palace liked it at all.

"The prince must be a good father." Song Jianing said sincerely.

She often praises him for being good. Today is his first day as a father. She praises him like that. Zhao Heng smiled: "Why do you say this?"

"The prince is not biased towards his son." Song Jianing said playfully.

It was because of this reason. Looking at her watery almond eyes, Zhao Heng leaned over and said in her ear: "Caring it quickly and giving birth to another one."

Song Jianing's cheeks were slightly hot. In the tone of the prince, why did she think that what he most was not looking forward to was not the child, but the matter of having a child? Song Jianing turned his head and Zhao Heng looked at her as usual. Song Jianing couldn't tell at first what he was thinking. The second... he lowered his eyes nervously before he could see clearly, and he was panicked, afraid that he would continue to look at her immediately.

The couple suddenly became quiet, but the atmosphere was warm and quiet. At this moment, the kitchen came to deliver food.

Zhao Heng didn't eat for a whole day. Song Jianing had a child for one day and was already hungry. Her breakfast only had a bowl of lean meat porridge. Zhao Heng also had a plate of buns besides the porridge. Madam Cen and Shuang'er arranged the meal. Madam Cen wanted to serve the princess. Unexpectedly, she just helped the princess lean against the head of the bed. When she turned around, she saw the princess holding the princess' bowl of porridge on the table.

The prince pampered the princess, and Madam Cen was too happy, so naturally she would not be able to persuade her to take Shuang'er out first because of any rules.

Song Jianing was flattered, but looking at the rare gentle prince, thinking about the hardships he suffered from having a child, Song Jianing was not polite. He was calm and calm and watched the prince scooping porridge, and as he handed it over, Song Jianing's body warmed up little by little. When the spoon approached, she blew gently, but then she tried hard, 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 looked at her, then lowered his eyes, and his lips were facing the porcelain spoon. Although it was not as high as Song Jianing's porridge when he was blowing, he was indeed blowing the porridge. It was obviously a small thing, but it became a rare thing after he did it. Song Jianing looked at him in a daze. Before he could eat the porridge, his mouth was already sweet.

"Try it first, be careful of the hotness." Zhao Heng was not sure about the porridge for the first time and could not taste it in person. He could only remind her.

Song Jianing nodded, stretched out his tongue and licked it. He made sure it wasn't hot, so he took the spoon in one mouthful and sucked the porridge over. After swallowing it, Song Jianing looked up again, Zhao Heng stared at her red mouth, and after a while he withdrew his gaze and continued to feed her. Song Jianing was really hungry, and ate a bowl of anger, as if he hadn't eaten enough.

"Eat less and eat more, don't hold on." Zhao Heng explained, not deliberately trying to starve her.

Song Jianing was actually full, and she couldn't help but greedy when she watched him eat.

Zhao Heng had no choice but to feed her several times with his spoon, and he fed three of them, but never gave them again.

Prince, the princess finished her meal, and the wet nurse brought the sleeping princess over. Zhao Heng took his daughter and hugged her for a while before handing it to her. Song Jianing and the prince had been together for a year. Now of course, he is looking at her daughter more fresh. He holds her daughter and looks intently, and unknowingly forgets the man around him. Zhao Heng is also looking at his daughter. As he looks at him, he looks at what he thinks and looks at the princess' ears.

Song Jianing felt something, and Yu Guang saw that he seemed to be looking at her face. Song Jianing subconsciously touched the other side and asked in confusion: "Is there something?"

Zhao Heng shook his head.

Song Jianing didn't touch it, and it became even more strange: "What is the prince looking at?"

She asked seriously, and Zhao Heng replied to her seriously: "It looks good."

Song Jianing blinked his eyes, and when he realized that the prince was teasing her seriously, Song Jianing's face turned red, she lowered her head shyly, pretending to look at her daughter. Zhao Heng looked at her ears a few more times, and compared her daughters several times, and found that the mother and the two ears did not look like each other.

Unlike my mother, she naturally followed her father.

"What's the name?" When his daughter was sleeping, Zhao Heng discussed with the princess in a lower voice. What he thought of was that before his daughter was born, he walked to the window and a ray of sunlight shone on him. For Zhao Heng, he and her daughter were like that beam of light, dazzling and dazzling, dispelling the darkness that lingered in his heart all night.

"Which Zhao?" Song Jianing asked curiously. In fact, she had thought of several names, including her son and daughter, but if the prince had better words, she would listen to the prince.

"The sun and the moon are shining." Zhao Heng looked at her and explained, "The name is Zhaohua." His daughter, Princess Zhaohua.

Song Jianing read it gently several times and liked it: "Zhaozhao sounds nice and has a good meaning. Thank you for your name."

~

The second daughter and mother were safe. This was good news. The sun set in the west. Guo Boyan came back early. After changing clothes, he went directly to his younger son Mao Ge'er. Sure enough, he saw his wife here. Mao Ge'er was easily sleepy and just fell asleep. Guo Boyan sat by the bed and carefully observed his son's acne-covered face. Unfortunately, he had only been in one day and could not see any difference.

"I heard that the emperor rewarded peace?" After caring about his son, Guo Boyan began to inquire about the news that his daughter had married.

Lin smiled with relief: "Yes, I have rewarded a few four treasures of the study." When the reward was given, Lin was still in the Shou Palace. She was very clear and guessed that the emperor's reward was mainly to make up for his father-son relationship with Shou King, not to reward his daughter. But only when the son-in-law gets good will his daughter live well. Anyway, the daughter has already gained face, and she is much stronger than Princess Rui, so Lin was satisfied.

"The little girl is exactly the same as An An when she was born, so beautiful." Lin praised proudly.

Guo Boyan stared at her quietly. When An An was born, she still lived in Jiangnan, with a man named Song beside her.

Lin knew what her husband was thinking when he saw his sour eyes. He couldn't help but feel a little upset. Since she married into the Duke's Mansion, she has been careful to avoid mentioning anything about the Song family. She didn't want to be too happy today and said she let it go. Fortunately, the couple was not unfamiliar with four or five years ago. Guo Boyan was jealous. Instead of trying to make up for it, Lin looked at him: "The more Mao Ge'er grows, the more she looks like the prince, are you talking about it?"

Why are the officials allowed to set fires and not the people allowed to light the lights?

Speaking of the eldest son, Guo Boyan looked slightly dim, and he no longer had the time to be jealous. He pinched his wife and said, "Ping Zhang is injured, I'll go see him."

Lin said nodded and sent him out. His stepson was too serious. Yesterday, he was worried that Brother Mao was afraid. After a day of staying here, even his brother could not do better with this brotherly relationship. Lin admired this stepson from the bottom of his heart, so he would not mind his husband's care.

Guo Boyan came to Yihexuan alone and stepped into the yard. Hearing a depressed cough from the room, Guo Boyan paused, hesitated for a moment before continuing to move forward. In the room, Guo Xiao knew his physical condition. If it were not necessary, he would lie on the bed honestly in order to recover as soon as possible. When his father came, Guo Xiao was not polite, so he just sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, and said respectfully: "Father."

"Is it better today?" Guo Boyan walked closer and asked at the eldest son's right chest.

Guo Xiao nodded.

Guo Boyan looked at the eldest son's white face, but he still couldn't bear to force his eldest son to make a choice before he was completely cured. He left after he was concerned about his condition. Guo Xiao watched his father leave, vaguely guessing that his father might want to say to him, and even guessed that it should be related to the step-sister who had just given birth to a daughter.

Guo Xiao closed his eyes.

He understood his father's embarrassment, and he also wanted to obey his father in everything, not letting him worry, but she alone would not let him go.

~

Song Jianing's daughter was born on October 15th, and the King of Chu Mansion was full moon for the second brother of the second son of the Emperor Sun Cheng'er on October 27th. Song Jianing could not go there, Zhao Heng went there himself, and came back after the banquet.

Song Jianing was watching the wet nurse feed her daughter. When she heard that the prince was back, she looked at the wet nurse first. The wet nurse didn't dare to let the prince see her unsightly thing. After asking for instructions, she carried the little princess to the specially placed screen to feed her. Zhao Heng entered the door and saw a shadow behind the screen. He didn't look over there again and went directly to the bed.

Song Jianing first observed his prince's expression, and couldn't see anything. He said strangely: "Why did the prince come back so early?" Don't the closest relatives go to the earliest and leave the latest? If Tingfang's sister lives close to her and her niece is over the full moon, Song Jianing will definitely stay for a while and be very fond of her niece.

Zhao Heng sat on the bed, held her hand, and whispered to her what she had eaten for lunch.

Song Jianing answered obediently. After answering, she saw that the prince seemed to be in no mood to talk. She was wondering if something was wrong with the Chu Prince's Mansion. After feeding her daughter, the wet nurse sent the little girl over. Then Song Jianing caught the corner of her prince's lips as if she had raised her lips, and it was fleeting. Song Jianing stared at the prince in disbelief, and found that the prince's face was surprisingly gentle when he looked at her daughter. Song Jianing suddenly understood.

It turns out that the prince is coming back so soon, is he anxious to hold his daughter?

Song Jianing was really amused and crying.

In the Chu Palace, the King of Chu was also complaining to his princess: "The third brother left after the meal. Brother Sheng was full moon, but he didn't like us Brother Cheng?" As he spoke, he looked down at the fat son in his arms. The more he looked, the more he felt unhappy. Didn't the second brother just let him go a little darker? His younger brother was an uncle, but he didn't like to hug him because of his nephew.

He was careless and Feng Zheng smiled and said, "Can you blame the Third Highness? You don't want to give him a brother to him. The Third Highness used to have no daughter, and he liked children, so he could only come here to see your face. Now Jianing has given birth to a beautiful daughter for him, so of course the Third Highness is anxious to go home and hold his daughter."

When the King of Chu heard this, his eyes widened again and said angrily: "You don't have to talk to him. I'll hug Brother Sheng and Brother Cheng, he's even more stingy. I went to see Zhaozhao before, but he didn't even touch me. His eyes clearly felt that I thought my hands were thick." Such a beautiful little niece was so greedy for him.

Feng Zheng laughed at him: "Your hands are thick, and I'm afraid you will hurt Brother Cheng'er's face."

The King of Chu didn't like to listen anymore, so he let go of Brother Cheng who was sleeping and went to rush to Feng Zheng, hugging and kissing him while talking: "I think my hands are thick now. Why don't you bother me when I make you feel comfortable?" He is a general and speaks frankly, often deliberately saying such shameful words. Feng Zheng was both annoyed and embarrassed, and eventually turned into spring water under him every time.

After the child is over, he should take him to the palace for the emperor's grandfather and grandmother to take a look. At the end of the month, the King of Chu held Cheng Ge'er, Feng Zheng led Sheng Ge'er, and the family of four entered the palace together. Emperor Xuande and Empress Li were waiting in the central palace. Brother Sheng was lively. When he came in, he let go of his mother's hand and ran towards Emperor Xuande, excitedly saying, "Grandfather!"

Emperor Xuande happily picked up his eldest grandson. His first grandson was still his grandson. Emperor Xuande was naturally not a common favor.

"The Emperor's Grandmother." leaned against Emperor Xuande's arms, and Brother Sheng did not forget another elder.

Queen Li smiled gently.

It was so rare that Emperor Xuande handed over Sheng Ge'er to Empress Li. He took the second Sun Cheng Ge'er who had just been in full moon for a while and hugged him. After all, he was too young and had nothing to tease. Emperor Xuande handed Cheng Ge'er to Empress Li and changed Sheng Ge'er. Then he led his eldest son and Changsun to Chongzheng Hall and asked his daughter-in-law to chat with Empress Li about family matters.

Feng Zheng was the Princess of Chu for several years and had to go to the palace every holiday. She was already familiar with Empress Li's temperament and knew that Empress Li was a virtuous and wise person. After losing her son, she became more kind to others. So although the two were not mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, Feng Zheng and Empress Li were also very relaxed when they were together and could talk together.

"I dreamed yesterday, and I dreamed of Xiaowu again." As I was chatting, Queen Li looked at Brother Cheng who was sleeping in her arms. Her eyes suddenly turned red and she didn't look up. She just started to talk to herself, "I dreamed that Xiaowu was sitting on a river lamp, crying and told me that he was cold, and asked me to hug him, and I went into the water to find him, but the river lamp took him away further and further..."

She didn't cry, she was calm, but the mother's longing for her deceased son in her words was heartbreaking. Feng Zheng is the mother of two children and can better understand the pain of Queen Li. If this kind of thing is put on her, her son will be gone if he says nothing. Feng Zheng feels that she may not be able to hold on and wish she could continue to accompany her son, and she would not be alone.

"My mother's Day, I'll send you a dream. I'll be reincarnated. My fifth brother is so sensible that I will definitely be safe and happy in the next life." Feng Zheng gently comforted her eyes.
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