My Empress is My Bad Girl

Su Tan bent down anxiously and said to her: "Little princess, slave and maid to accompany you. The princess has important business."

"I just heard that my aunt is going to have a baby." Niuniu snorted, "I want to see my brother."

Qianer said: "Su Tan, you can send her to the palace. Niuniu, find your sisters and sisters to play."

"Don't don't!" Niu Niu hugged her leg.

Qian'er can't do anything, as long as she reaches out and hugs her: "When I'm at my aunt's house later, don't make a fuss."

"Niu Niu can't."

Niuniu immediately put her arms around her neck.

The mother and daughter hurried to Princess Qingzhi's Mansion in a carriage.

Because Shui Yijun likes to be quiet, there are not too many servants for children here, so it seems a little hectic at this time.

Fortunately, the baby is given full-term, and everything is prepared in advance.

The imperial physician, stable wife, and maidservant are all in place.

When Qian'er arrived, the toddler was leaning on Shui Yijun's hand and strolling around the door of the delivery room unhurriedly.

The toddler has a relaxed face.

Shui Yijun frowned and his face was tense, very solemn.

It seems that he is going to have a baby, not a toddler.

Qianer looked at it from a distance, only to find it funny, and hurriedly went over and asked, "How's it going?"

"It's okay." The child waved his hand fearlessly, and smiled at Niuniu, "Niuniu, come over and let my aunt hug."

Niuniu shook her head quickly, and said solemnly: "No. My mother wants Niuniu to be obedient, not to make a fuss, nor to hug my aunt. My aunt is about to give birth to a younger brother."

The child sighed: "Oh, you can't change your mouth, and say it's your sister?"

Shui Yijun nodded with deep conviction.

But the look was still heavy, and it was a little bit of tears.

Qian'er praised him: "The Eroma is indeed a good man. Seeing the child has a hard time giving birth, he seems to be crying."

"No..." Shui Yijun said tremblingly, "It hurts."

"Yes, it hurts to have a baby."

"No, it hurts me." Shui Yijun raised his arm.

The toddler is holding the fingers of his arm, tightening it.

His arm is already green and purple.

The child hummed: "When the pain comes, I have to let him feel how painful I am. After all, the child belongs to the two of us, so I can’t hurt me? Otherwise, he would think how easy it is to have a child."

Qian'er was funny and distressed, "Didn’t the mother say it, if it really hurts, there are painkillers. The prescription has been changed, and it will not affect the child. Just eat it and stay with yourself. make life difficult for."

"I haven't opened my finger yet, it's just beginning to suffer." The child groaned, "I am so in good health and my martial arts is so high, why is it so slow to give birth to a child, so I can't give birth in one click."

"Don't talk nonsense, this is giving birth, not practicing swordsmanship." Qian'er greeted her, "Come in, it's so hot outside and sweaty, don't get heatstroke anymore."

The child was about to agree, but suddenly there was pain, and he yelled twice. As usual, he caught Shui Yijun and cried again.

Niuniu said, "Auntie, can't you let go of your little uncle's hand? Little uncle is crying, so pitiful."

"He was crying because of his own cause."

The child gritted his teeth and waited for the pain to pass, breathed a sigh of relief, looked relaxed, let go of Shui Yijun's arm, and swayed into the room by himself.

Shui Yijun cried and followed in.

Niuniu put her arms around her mother's neck, and asked in a low voice, "Why does my aunt give birth to a baby and make my uncle cry?"