The doctor predicted that Song Jianing would give birth around May 20th, but on the 25th day, Song Jianing's stomach still had no movement.

Song Jianing felt that she was fine everywhere, not painful or itchy, so she still ate, drinking and sleeping, and was heartless. Zhao Heng was calm on his face, but he was very worried. Even though several imperial physicians said that the princess's pulse was stable, Zhao Heng was not relieved. When he was asleep at night, Song Jianing was a little moved. Even if he just raised his hand to scratch the itch on his back, Zhao Heng would wake up.

I can't sleep well at night, so I get up early during the day to go to court.

In midsummer, the sky in the capital changes at any time. It was just after a lunch break, and it became gloomy. Not long after, it started to rain heavily, accompanied by the rumbling thunder. Zhao Zhao was too small, afraid of thunder, and even the wet nurse didn't want to thunder when it hits. As long as her mother coaxed her, she would be at ease with her mother.

Song Jianing lay on the bed with his daughter to rest. The thunderstorm continued, and the mother and the mother spent the rest of the night. When Zhao Heng came back in the evening, Song Jianing led his daughter around the house. After all, he had a big belly and couldn't sit there.

"Father!" A rumbling thunder came from outside the window, and Zhao Zhao threw herself on her father's legs, as if she was pitiful.

Zhao Heng knew that his daughter was afraid of thunder, so he hurriedly picked up her daughter and covered her ears with her big hands.

"Prince, let's sit down, I'll stand for a while." Song Jianing smiled and asked him to sit on the chair.

Zhao Heng glanced at her bulging belly and refused to inquire about the princess's situation today, but seeing her rosy complexion, she thought it was nothing serious.

"Zhaozhao tells stories to his father." Song Jianing handed it to Shuang'er with one hand, held his stomach with the other, and said softly: "Tell me who is Lei Gong and Die Mother."

Zhao Zhao was just when he was learning the dialect. When he learned new words, he was eager to show off to his father. As soon as his mother reminded him, the little girl sat on his father's lap and started talking incoherently. Zhao Heng was used to talking in three words, four words, and five words. Zhao Zhao looked at his father very much now, and he was also jumping a few words, talking while gesturing, looking at his father seriously.

Zhao Heng listened carefully and finally understood the story of his daughter, saying that Lei Gong liked to sleep, and the Thunder Mother asked him to get up, but Lei Gong didn't move, so the Thunder Mother poured a bucket of water on Lei Gong. The water fell to the ground and turned into rain. Lei Gong woke up and chased the Thunder Mother to settle accounts with the Thunder Mother. The lightning in the sky was the Thunder Mother running, and Lei Gong was the Thunder Mother's roar.

Needless to say, Zhao Heng also knew that this was made up by his princess.

"You can write a book." After a rest after dinner, Zhao Heng lay on his side and touched her big belly.

Song Jianing was confused: "What book is written?"

Zhao Heng smiled and kissed her nose: "The story you made up is called... "The interesting talk of Princess Birthday."

Song Jianing's face turned red and he angrily said, "The prince will laugh at me."

With the child in mind, her face became even tenderer, her almond eyes were bright, and she looked like a big baby. Zhao Heng couldn't help but hold her red lips in his mouth. After a while, he stroked her face and said slowly: "I didn't laugh at you. From tomorrow, I will write one article every night. You talk, I will write it. Zhao Zhao is old, read it to the second child. The second child is old, and there is the third child..."

The sound of rain outside the window was blowing, and Zhao Heng hugged his princess and quietly fantasized about the future of the couple.

At first, Song Jianing really thought the prince was teasing her, but listening to his whispers and looking at his fairy-like jade face, Song Jianing was unknowingly attracted by his description, and then he felt that if there was such a book, she would read it to him. The children were old and could read it to their grandchildren, holding the book he wrote in his hand.

"Okay, starting tomorrow, we will write it when the prince is free." Her stories are very short, and writing a little before and after dinner will not delay the serious business.

The couple discussed that the next day, Zhao Heng was in the palace. In addition to thinking about whether Song Jianing had a child, he finally had another concern. He made a list in advance, which included more than ten stories she told her daughter so far, such as rabbits, foxes, grapes, peach fairy, etc.

It was still raining heavily and the sky was gloomy, which seemed to be sunny before the sunny day, so Zhao Heng returned home early.

On the way to the backyard, Zhao Heng was still thinking about which story to pick at the beginning. As soon as he arrived at the backyard, Shuang'er hurriedly ran out and excitedly ordered the maids to prepare. When he turned around and saw him, Shuang'er was excited to bow and said loudly: "Prince, the princess is about to give birth!"

Zhao Heng's heart instantly fell into the air.

The delivery room had been prepared for a long time, and the midwife and doctor arrived quickly. Song Jianing had given birth to her once, and it 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 instigated Zhao Heng to write a story to pass the time. She was interested, but Zhao Heng could not be calm. When she picked up the pen, her hands couldn't help but tremble, and her eyes looked at her bulging belly from time to time.

"Write the gourd first?" Song Jianing touched his stomach and blessed his heart.

Zhao Heng could recite all her stories, and remembered them after hearing this, and savored them secretly. Zhao Heng smiled and said, "Okay."

Song Jianing walked slowly around the desk while telling a story softly: "Once upon a time, there was a particularly handsome god living in the mountains..."

Zhao Heng held his pen and carefully wrote down every word she read, writing, "The gods found that his gourd was missing, and there was a white and fat girl doll under the gourd vine." As soon as he finished writing the last stroke, Song Jianing suddenly took a breath. Zhao Heng shook his hand, and the tip of the pen left a trace in the blank space of the rice paper.

"It hurts?" Without time to take care of the rice paper, Zhao Heng quickly walked around the princess and held her shoulders.

Song Jianing opened his mouth, and when familiar pain came from his abdomen again, Song Jianing nodded helplessly.

"I'll help you over." Zhao Heng said calmly. At the critical moment, he was not panicked.

Song Jianing looked at Xuanzhi and hesitated a little. After missing the first story, he left before leaving. Zhao Heng laughed and rushed in regardless of the news. He hugged her and coaxed her, "I will continue to recite after you have given birth."

While talking, Zhao Heng looked into her eyes steadily.

Song Jianing understood that the prince used another way to comfort her, and they would have a lifetime to do what they wanted to do.

"Yes." Song Jianing smiled and went to the delivery room with his own man's company.

This child was smooth, and the birthplace was smooth. The rain outside the window weakened. When it stopped at dawn, it seemed like an echo. A loud baby cry suddenly came from the delivery room. The crying sound was crisp and loud, like a young dragon emerged from the sky after the new rain in the empty mountain, circling in the air to show the dragon's power.

"Congratulations to the princess, she is a young man!" The midwife held the boy who had just been cleaned up and congratulated her with a smile.

Song Jianing's attention was all on his son. When he looked at his head, he knew that he was fatter than his daughter when she was born, and he couldn't tell who she looked more like.

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 the world. Zhao Heng took over his son, but in just a moment, he thought a lot.

"Send someone to announce the good news."

"yes."
Chapter completed!