[Southern Song Dynasty] Splendid mountains and rivers

"I was born?"

Zhao Yuan, who had been in pain for a full day and night, and almost lost half of his life, turned sideways, leaned on the brocade quilt, and poked the soft swaddle: "Why is it wrinkled...well, I know this child has never grown up. , but it's too..." wrinkled.

The maidservant at the side hurriedly brought warm water for her to cleanse her body, and then helped her swallow the ginseng slices, and said with a smile: "Little Lang is in good health. Just now, the Marquis just watched it for a long time and refused to let go. Well, the Marquis is here It's going crazy outside, why don't you let him in?"

"No." She curled her lips, "My whole body is covered with blood and water, what are you asking him to do?"

The maid giggled: "But Lord Hou has already smashed several armrests of chairs outside."

Hou Ye and the princess have been married for more than a year, and the music is harmonious, which is enviable.Even though the princess was pregnant and unable to take care of her, Lord Hou never accepted a newcomer, but he was really kind and righteous.Legend has it that there was a servant girl who hooked up desperately.After being quoted once, he was immediately chopped off by Lord Hou's sword and kicked out of the mansion. The end was really bleak.

"Well……"

Zhao Yuan tilted his head and thought for a while, then ordered: "Take the child out again and let him have a look. I really feel a little uncomfortable."

The maid answered yes, and replaced Zhao Yuan with a new quilt and undergarment, called the wet nurse, and went to look for Lord Hou with Mr. Xiao Lang in her arms.It is said that people have turned their backs on the outside and almost even the Hou's mansion is about to be demolished. Unfortunately, the princess is very stubborn, saying that Lord Hou is not allowed to come in. Even if Lord Hou really demolishes the mansion, he will definitely not be able to enter. It is really tricky.

Zhao Yuan suffered from the pain for a day and a night, and he forced himself to look at the child for a while, he was already exhausted.After the maid cleaned up the blood and extinguished the candle for her, she couldn't bear it anymore and fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, it seemed that someone was sighing softly beside her, calling her name over and over again, and kissing her eyes lightly.

Hmm... It's very similar to the style of a child's father...

Zhao Yuan vaguely raised his hand, and was held by someone in an instant, and then there was a big warm stove next to him, which was very comfortable to hold.She dazedly rubbed a few times, then suddenly let out a "huh", opened her eyes, and saw Zhong Yi lying sideways beside her in a haze, his deep eyes were full of worry.

"You frightened me." He said hoarsely, his voice trembling slightly.

"I didn't let you in because I was afraid of scaring you." She muttered, counting each piece with her fingers, "The most suitable childbearing age for a woman should be 21 to 29 years old; too young and There is a big risk in being too old. I am right between the best childbearing ages... um..."

She watched him leaning down, kissing her lips densely, and intertwining her fingers, as if wanting to confirm her existence.His knuckles were rough and cold, as if he was really frightened by her.

"I know you have taken good care of your body." He whispered in her ear, panting heavily, "But I am still afraid. I have heard that every time a woman gives birth, she walks through the gate of hell." Once. I was even thinking, if you really...whether I have the ability to pull you back from the gate of hell."

He never wanted to experience that extreme fear and anxiety again.

"Yuan Yuan," he kissed her eyes softly, and said in a low voice, "Can I rest here tonight? I promise, I will never do anything more to you."

She asked vaguely, "Then—what about the child?"

"The child is being looked after by a nanny, let's go see him tomorrow morning, okay?" He gradually deepened the kiss.

"I still have the right to say no..."

Sure enough, Zhong Yi hugged her and slept peacefully all night, and the next morning he deliberately brought the child in for her to see.Zhao Yuanwai leaned on the soft pillow, slowly coaxing the child to play, and asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Have you circled the name for the child?"

"I've circled a few." He replied while scribbling on piles of documents, "I have to write a chapter first to find out what the officials say." Maybe the officials are interested Come, circle him with your own hands, and all his long-term efforts will be wasted.

"It's still you who have considered it thoroughly." She nodded, looking at her son's wrinkled face, she couldn't help tracing his outline over and over again.I don't know who this child will look like in the future, I hope to be like his own father, a man should have deep facial features to look heroic.

It's just that this child's future may be a little rough.

My father is a prince with great military achievements, and my mother is the number one princess in the world. She was born to replace the prince and guard the gate of the Song Dynasty. very.

She decided to teach this child well, and she must not teach a naturally good seedling to become a crooked neck tree.

"Woooo...wow..."

The little baby in the swaddle suddenly woke up, unable to open his eyes to look at people, but crying loudly with his toothless mouth.Zhao Yuan tugged at the neckline subconsciously, a hand suddenly reached out from the slant to hold her down, Zhong Yi, who was just writing, picked up the swaddle with one hand, and went outside to find the nanny.

The baby cried louder.

Zhao Yuan was so angry that he thumped the bed: "Who told you to carry him away like this! That's not how children are hugged!"

Hou Ye, who had just sent his son out and turned back to accompany his wife, paused and raised his sword eyebrows: "Boys should exercise more, don't spoil him." He himself suffered a lot when he was young of.

Zhao Yuan laughed angrily: "He was born less than twelve hours ago!"

"... Is there a difference?"

"You—" Forget it, she really can't count on the child's father.

The resentful Her Royal Highness inhaled and inhaled again, and managed to find her own voice: "Next time I will teach you how to hold a child. If you can't learn it—if you can't learn it, next time you just hold him with both hands It's better to go out than to torment him like this!"

The newly born child is only a tiny bit, so it doesn't matter if he holds it in both hands.

The way he carried his son out just now with one hand was really... so frightening that her heart stopped beating.

Zhong Yi frowned, seriously thought about the possibility of holding his son in both hands, and quickly rejected his wife's proposal.If it's a delicate and fragile daughter, he can just hold it in both hands, but a son—he definitely can't be spoiled.

The young master of the Hou's mansion who was just born had no idea that his future had already been determined by his own father, and he was leisurely playing and acting like a spoiled child in the arms of his wet nurse.His father is the No. [-] Marquis in the Song Dynasty, his mother is the most honorable princess in the Song Dynasty, and he has a father who seems unreliable, so he is doomed to have a difficult life in the future.

"Don't always lie in your mother's arms and act like a baby, come here." - This is his father's voice.

"What do you want to do again?"—His mother was about to quarrel with his father again.

"Practice martial arts, build the foundation."——His father was always so succinct.

"My son is only three years old!" - He felt that his mother was about to be driven crazy.

In order to let his father and mother live in harmony, and also to prevent his newly born younger sister from sleeping unsteadily, the three-year-old son of the Hou Mansion had to be picked up by his own father to walk in the front yard.

"You're not concentrating on painting red."——this is his mother's voice.

"I'm going to lead the army to fight in the future." - He doesn't want to read and practice calligraphy.

"Pick up the pen, hang your wrist, and practice twelve characters, otherwise you will add fifteen chapters tomorrow."——His mother refused to compromise at all.

"I'd rather be practiced severely by my father... Huh, why don't I concentrate on practicing calligraphy? Daddy will always only listen to my mother's words..." The son of Hou's mansion, who felt that he was abandoned, wanted to cry but had no tears.Especially when the young sister was sitting at the desk watching him practice calligraphy with her finger in her mouth.

God knows he is only seven years old, what a pity.

"Follow me to Yanmen tomorrow."——This was still his father's voice.

"I..." Can you say no?

"Or go to Bianliang with your mother." - This was still his father's voice.

"My son is willing to go to Yanmen to serve his father like a dog." Even if he was killed, he would not go to Bianliang to meet the emperor. God knows what the emperor thought of to oppress him, or to marry him a girl from a family.God is sorry, he is only 13 years old.

"You are refreshing today..."

Can you not be happy!Can you!

Who made his father and mother are rare dragons and phoenixes in the world, who made him so popular recently that he has become a favorite in Bianliang City?

He still has two younger sisters to raise, and his father and mother are going to die in old age, and he has to guard the gate of the Song Dynasty for the emperor to prevent the "Temujin" that Aniang mentioned from appearing...

Born as Hou Menzi, he was doomed to be a miserable person early in the morning.