Frost flower shop has a child

Because I am pregnant, I can't take medicine casually.Physician Wang prescribed the mildest prescription, even though he said it would not harm the fetus, Wang refused to take it.

There was no other way, Imperial Physician Wang had no choice but to go back and work out some food tonic prescriptions with several other imperial physicians in the imperial hospital, and slowly fed them to Wang.

Little Wang Yan has grown up a lot now.He was almost one year old, and under Yam's last comfort and control, he couldn't remember the last outburst of mental power, and the impression of the queen was also fading in his mind.

With his short legs, he staggered to the front of the king's bedroom with the support of the inner palace, pointed inside, and said in a childlike voice, "Father, father."

Huang Neigong groaned, lowered his body, and whispered: "His Royal Highness, His Highness is not feeling well, and he is still sleeping. Look..."

He was in a dilemma, not knowing how to explain it to such a small child.

Wang Yan tilted his head and babbled: "I'll go in. No sound, no sound."

Since he opened his mouth, his precocious intelligence has been revealed. Although the vocabulary he can speak is limited and his words are shorter, he can still make everyone understand what he means.

The first time Wang heard the child open his mouth to call his father Wang, he was so happy that he almost shed tears, and hugged little Wang Yan tightly excitedly.But before he had time to celebrate, he was busy dealing with the rebellious General Li, gathering forces in the court and China, and looking for news about Hong Lin.

The joy that his son brought him was greatly reduced in this situation of internal and external troubles.

Xiao Wang Yan also seemed to know that his father was busy recently, so he became more obedient, but now he hadn't seen his father for several days, and finally couldn't help it anymore, and insisted on coming to see his father.

Wang did not sleep soundly in the bedroom.Because the fetus was getting bigger, he fell ill again, his whole body was in pain, and it was difficult to fall asleep.Faintly hearing a voice outside the door, he asked weakly, "Huang Nei Gong, who is outside?"

Huang Neigong hurriedly said, "Your Highness, the young prince is here and wants to see you."

The king's voice came softly: "Let the son in."

Huang Neigong carried Xiao Shizi through the double sliding door of the bedroom and walked into the inner room.

"Father."

As soon as Xiao Wangyan saw his father, he cried out happily.

Wang supported the bed, struggling to sit up.

Huang Neigong hurriedly put the prince down, went to help Wang sit up, and took the cushion to help him put it behind him.

Seeing his son scratching the edge of the bed with his little hands and feet, and his short calves climbing up, Wang could not help but smile slightly, and said to Huang Neigong, "Bring the son up."

Huang Neigong picked Wang Yan up, put him on the couch, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, the young prince has gained a lot of weight, and his walking these two days has been more stable than before."

"Father, hug—"

As soon as Wang Yan got on the bed, he rolled over and stabbed into Wang's arms.

Wang was leaning on the bed, and Wang Yan's pounce hit his protruding abdomen.

Wang snorted, and quickly supported his son with one hand and his stomach with the other.

Huang Neigong shouted: "Oh, Your Highness, are you alright?"

Wang took a deep breath and shook his head: "I'm fine."

Seeing his son looking at him worriedly with wide eyes, he couldn't help but lovingly touched his son's head.

Wang Yan said in a milky voice, "Father, are you sick?"

Wang smiled and said, "No. Father is fine."

Wang Yan stared at Wang's swollen abdomen under the quilt, pointed there and said, "Brother."

Wang laughed, hugged him and said, "How do you know?"

Wang Yan raised his small face proudly, and shook his big head triumphantly: "I know. Brother, brother."

His speech is obviously not as sharp as Rox's daughter Yang Baoer when she was about to turn one year old, which shows that the boy's development is later than the daughter's.But in Wang's opinion, his son was already very intelligent.

"Wang'er is really smart and knows everything." Wang kissed his son on the forehead.

The little guy giggled happily after hearing his father's praise.

Huang Neigong smiled at the side and said: "Your Highness, Xiao Shizi can talk and walk before he is one year old. He is really a rare wisdom in ancient and modern times. He will definitely be very remarkable in the future."

Wang was very happy when he heard this, and suddenly remembered something, and said, "Wang'er's first birthday is coming soon."

Huang Neigong counted the days: "That's right. There are still 21 days left."

Wang Dao: "Go and tell the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Although it is still in the queen's filial piety, the prince's first birthday must not be sloppy, and must be handled properly. I am not in good health recently, please help me keep an eye on it."

"Yes." Huang Neigong agreed, but looked at Wang's pale and haggard face with some worry, and couldn't help but said, "Your Highness, it's better to drink the medicine according to Wang's doctor's prescription. You are like this... I am really worried."

Wang waved his hand and said lightly: "Don't talk anymore. My health has always been very good, and it will pass after a resistance."

Wang Yan was lying on his father's stomach at this time, busy 'communicating' with his younger brother, and did not pay attention to their conversation.

In recent days, instead of gaining weight due to the growing fetus, Wang has lost weight in other places except for the constantly expanding belly.In addition to the slight swelling of the face, the limbs became more slender and thinner.

He really didn't have any strength in his body, after playing with his son for a while, he felt a little out of breath, and was afraid of giving the child his illness, so he quickly asked Huang Neigong to take the child out.

He was secretly worried.Wang Yan was born at the beginning of eight months. I don't know if this child will also be born at this time.

If it is also a premature birth, with my current state and physical strength, I am afraid it will be difficult to give birth safely.

He gently stroked his protruding abdomen, and asked Huang Neigong, "Is there no news about Hong Lin?"

"Your Highness, Jian Longwei is looking for him. Presumably Director Hong will be back soon."

Wang sighed for a long time, and slowly lay back on the couch with Huang Nei Gong's support, stared blankly at the top of the bed for a while, and suddenly said: "Huang Nei Gong, go and pass on Lu Taiqing from Taichang Temple."

Huang Neigong knew that Wang was very tired from playing with the prince just now, so he couldn't help hesitating: "Your Highness..."

"Go quickly."

"...Yes." Huang Neigong didn't dare to disobey his intention, and went out to deliver the decree.When he came back, he saw that Wang had already sat up with his body propped up.

"Change. I'm going to the imperial study."

It was winter at this time, and the palace people put on thick winter clothes.

Wang was bloated and slow to move. He was wearing a black raccoon coat, and his walking posture was a bit difficult.

It was about the same time as when Yan'er was born.

As Wang walked, he held his stomach under the raccoon fur coat and thought.It seems that the birth dates of the two children will be very close. I wonder if Hong Lin will be by my side this time.

Wang felt a little cold, and tightened his coat. Suddenly, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing into the corridor along with a little dampness.

"Ah, it's snowing." Wang looked at the snowflakes flying in the sky and sighed softly.

Huang Neigong hurriedly waved back, and the two palace servants held up the prepared bright yellow palace umbrellas and blocked the king's head.

Because the body is weak and the stomach is big, the king has to stop and rest after walking for a while.For a short distance, it took a long time to stop and go.

After finally arriving at the imperial study, Wang sat down behind the large purple wood desk with difficulty, waved the crowd to retreat, then picked up the wolf hair and wrote a will.

As soon as he finished writing, Lu Taiqing hurried over.

The king asked him to pacify him behind him, and said: "I have an imperial decree here, and Aiqing has taken it away. If... anything happens to me, let the cabinet handle it according to my decree."

"Yes." Lu Taiqing is the king's confidant and has always been loyal.He took the imperial decree, read it carefully, and couldn't help but change his face: "Your Highness!"

Wang looked at him lightly.

Lu Taiqing knelt down with a thud, her voice choked up: "Your Highness is blessed and blessed, and he is in his prime. It's just a small ailment caused by the occasional cold in winter. Don't lose confidence."

The king was not feeling well, he waved his hand a little tiredly and irritably, and said indifferently: "I'm just in case. The eldest son is my only heir, and it is only natural for him to inherit the throne in the future."

"Your Highness..." Lu Taiqing's eyes were slightly red, and she wanted to say something more in a nasal voice.

Wang interrupted him: "Okay, I have my own measure. Today's matter is top secret, and you must not reveal anything. Go down, I am a little tired."

Lu Taiqing didn't dare to say anything more, carefully kept the imperial edict close to her body, kowtowed and bowed quietly, and retreated quietly.

Wang closed his eyes and leaned gently on the back of the chair while supporting his stomach.

The hard work of giving birth to Wang Yanshi last time was still fresh in his memory.It is false to say that I am not afraid.Faced with the seemingly endless pain of childbirth, it can really drain one's willpower.

In the past, Wang would not be so decadent.But now that Hong Lin has disappeared, and he is sick again, he is really worried that he will not be able to give birth safely.

Wang has always planned for a rainy day, and now he has to plan for his son for the worst possible consequences.Although the Yuan Dynasty has not yet agreed to confer Wang Yan as the crown prince, if he really dies, King Jingyuan is dead, and Koryo can only be inherited by Wang Yan.

What's more, the Yuan Dynasty is also an eventful year. After the death of the queen, Goryeo's awe of the Yuan Dynasty has also been greatly reduced.

Wang stayed alone in the study for a while, only to feel that his body was cold and weak, and his whole body was sore again.

He couldn't sit still anymore, he tried to get up and go back to the dormitory, but suddenly his stomach tightened, he couldn't help snorting, and sat back while supporting the bottom of his stomach.

"Uh……"

He tilted his body, supported the armrest of the chair with one hand, and stroked his stomach gently back and forth with the other, trying to appease the pain.

But the child in his womb seemed to be very irritable, and violently broke out in his stomach.

Wang was already used to this discomfort, but when he was seriously ill and weak, the kicking and beating of the fetus was more violent than usual, which gradually made him feel unbearable.

"Huang, Huang's inner palace... come here..."

Wang's voice was hoarse and weak, and for a while he couldn't let the people outside the door hear him.He endured it for a while, then raised his voice and called again, Huang Neigong only faintly heard it.

"Your Highness!" Huang Neigong came in, seeing Wang sweating profusely, his face pale, and powerlessly leaning on the chair, as if he was about to slip down, he couldn't help being startled and anxious.

"Go, go call Wang Taiyi...and then pass the sedan chair...carry me back..."

After Wang gave the instructions intermittently, his eyes finally went dark, and he fell on the chair, not knowing anything.