Dressed as a canary pampered by the Ninth Prince

"Your Majesty, use your strength, Your Majesty!"

In the bedroom, the maids and eunuchs were so busy that they didn't touch the ground. In the huge palace, Yan Rongzhen was caught off guard by the attack, which caught everyone by surprise.

"Eh! Ah!" On the dragon bed, Kun Ze's face was flushed from exertion, and then he lay down as if discouraged, his complexion turned paler and paler, obviously exhausted, the imperial doctor couldn't help it, so he could only order someone to prepare When the ginseng water came, let the mother rest for a while during the interval.

Fu Yuan sat on the dragon bed, hugging the sweaty man, carefully wiped off the sweat from Yan Rongzhen's forehead with a brocade handkerchief, and kissed Kun Ze's cheek distressedly.This child managed to survive for seven months. Just when everyone thought they could survive to full term, they never thought that the crown prince was actually impatient, and he didn't want to stay in his father's womb for a little longer.

Last night, Fu Yuan was still sleeping on the bed, while Yan Rongzhen in his arms frowned, and subconsciously comforted the constantly moving emperor in his belly.

However, this comforting did not get the usual effect, the pain in the abdomen intensified, and Kun Ze woke up from the deep sleepiness, raised his eyes to look at Fu Yuan who was still sleeping, he wanted to endure it, Maybe it will pass after a while.

Clinker, a stream of heat slipped down from the base of his thigh, which he couldn't ignore, followed by bursts of tightness in his lower abdomen.

Yan Rongzhen exhaled in pain, the restlessness awakened Qian Yuan beside him.

"What's the matter." Fu Yuan hugged the person in his arms tightly, thinking that his calf was cramping again, and was about to get up to rub it for Kun Ze, when he heard a sentence in his ear, "Zhen, it's like amniotic fluid, it's broken. "

Due to insufficient labor force, Yan Rongzhen had a hard time giving birth. The fetus had been in the pelvis for a long time, but it seemed to be stuck and couldn't get out. The high protruding abdomen was pear-shaped and fell heavily between his legs.

"Eh!" After another force, Yan Rongzhen's lips were bruised, and he immediately relieved the force. Fu Yuan was so frightened that he kept whispering his name in his ear, lest he would fall asleep and make the delivery more difficult. sad.

Holding Fu Yuan with a cold hand, Yan Rongzhen could no longer feel the pain in his body. He felt that his consciousness had begun to trance, and his heart suddenly "thumped".

Seeing Kun Ze whispering, Fu Yuan hurriedly stepped forward, "Your Majesty, the minister is here, what do you want to say?"

Yan Rongzhen panted heavily, and said intermittently: "If...if there is anything wrong with me...you can cut open my stomach and take the emperor..."

Seeing that this person is here to explain his funeral, Fu Yuan was terrified, and said soothingly: "Your Majesty, don't think about it, the imperial doctor will have a way to keep both father and son safe."

Shaking his head with difficulty, Yan Rongzhen only felt that his head was getting dizzy. This was not a good sign. He wanted to take advantage of his strength to explain clearly what he could say in the future, "Pass down my will... After death, I will immediately seal Youer as the new emperor, Empress Fu Yuan, you can hang down the curtain...err!" There was a burst of pain, Kun Ze clenched the quilt tightly, his hands trembling slightly, "You can listen to the government behind the curtain until you assist the new emperor After becoming an adult..."

Speaking of this, seeing that there was no response from the side, Yan Rongzhen struggled to separate his mind and put it on Qian Yuan. Before he could speak, he heard Fu Yuan say: "Your Majesty, you didn't think about it."

"The servants don't have the ambition to manage the government."

"If you die, what will the minister do?" Fu Yuan asked, turning his eyes and thinking for a while, "Otherwise, the minister will take You'er back to the Western Regions to sell cloth, and it can be regarded as a family business." It can be inherited."

Yan Rongzhen stopped answering, and even the busy movements of the palace servants who served by the bed became much quieter.

"Your Majesty looks at me like this." Seemingly not knowing where Yan Rongzhen's anger came from, Fu Yuan explained seriously, "Your Majesty doesn't even think about it. The servant's husband's family is in the Western Regions, far away from the water. You can't save Jinhuo, if His Majesty abandons his servants and leaves, the royal family's relatives will definitely stare at him, poor servants and You'er, two orphans and widows, will only be bullied to death."

They dare! "Yan Rongzhen was so angry that his phoenix eyes opened, and his pale complexion seemed to turn rosy. At this time, the ginseng water ordered by the imperial doctor arrived, and after quickly pouring it into Kunze's belly, within half a moment, he recovered a lot. strength.

Following a deafening cry of a baby, the crown prince who had tormented his father all day and night finally came to the ground.

Taking a baby from the maid's arms, Fu Yuan felt very fresh. Looking at the still glowing baby was full of novelty. This was the first time he saw a newborn baby, and it was still his own child. He felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart. Meaning flows.

Headed by the imperial doctor, a group of court ladies and eunuchs knelt down and shouted, "Congratulations, Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty for having a dragon son."

Yan Rongzhen on the dragon bed braced himself up, trying to sit up, Fu Yuan quickly freed up a hand to help him, Kun Ze glanced at the emperor in swaddling clothes, and said, "Reward!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

You'er, who was just born, stopped crying and seemed to be tired. He slammed his mouth and went back to sleep. Fu Yuan carefully put him in Kunze's arms, and said with a smile on his face, "It's a boy."

Reaching out to touch the child's beeping face, Yan Rongzhen replied with a smile: "It looks like you."

"Also like His Majesty." Fu Yuan laughed in his heart, this is the child of the two of them, who else could he be like?Looking at Kunze's tired face, he picked up Yu'er and handed it to the maid beside him, "Your Majesty is also tired, please take a good rest first, the servant is here to watch over you."

"Yeah." Yan Rongzhen lay down, and fell asleep after a while, but he seemed to remember something suddenly, and opened his eyes again.

"?" Fu Yuan asked suspiciously, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

There was still a hint of annoyance in Yan Rongzhen's tone, "If I really failed, Yuan'er would really abandon my Yan family's century-old foundation and hand over the throne to others?"

"Uh." Fu Yuan rubbed his nose resentfully, and explained: "The minister is afraid that His Majesty will be too frustrated, which is not conducive to production, so..." So he came up with a plan to stimulate Yan Rongzhen.He knew that with Kunze's strength, he would not be willing to just let go of everything now, it was just a momentary burrow of worry.

Clinker Yan Rongzhen snorted coldly, "I feel that the empress is using this to express her heart, you don't want to stay in this deep palace, if I die, you will just be freed! "

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fu Yuan was speechless, secretly discussing what to do if his wife suddenly settled accounts in autumn, how to avoid or skip this topic, he decided to preemptively, "Is it possible that such a long time together is not enough to dissuade Your Majesty?" Doubts?"

"Then what's the meaning of staying here?" After finishing speaking, Fu Yuan turned his back and stopped looking at Yan Rongzhen.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, neither of them opened their mouths. Yan Rongzhen looked dull. In fact, what he said just now were angry words. It seems that it is not my own.

But his Ninth Prince has never been subdued to anyone in his life, let alone now that he is still the king of a country, if he is asked to apologize to Fu Yuan, it is absolutely impossible to open his mouth

He just said awkwardly: "Even if what I said is wrong at this time, the empress must have had such thoughts."

As soon as these words came out, Fu Yuan, who had his back to Kun Ze, raised a slight triumphant smile on his lips. He naturally heard the weakness in Yan Rongzhen's words, but this was not enough, so he pretended to be sad and said: " That being the case, the servants should just leave, and come to find the servants when His Majesty calms down." Saying this, he got up and wanted to leave.

Hearing this, Yan Rongzhen became anxious, and quickly got up and grabbed Fu Yuan's sleeve, accidentally pulling the cervix that was still cracked just after giving birth, gasped, and his face turned pale again.

Seeing that this man was in pain, Fu Yuan didn't dare to provoke him any more, he could only sigh, sat back on the bed, and helped Kun Ze to lie down, "How is your Majesty, but you encountered a wound again?" He said, He lifted the brocade quilt covering Yan Rongzhen, checked carefully, and saw that there was no extra bleeding, so he was relieved, and simply got on the dragon bed, and lay down with him.

"Okay, I apologize to Your Majesty, I shouldn't say such things to make you angry."

Fu Yuan's voluntary surrender made Yan Rongzhen slightly shy, blushing, leaning on Qian Yuan's warm chest, and said: "I shouldn't have said such despondent words."

"Yes, His Majesty's words did scare the servants."

Hearing this, Yan Rongzhen's eyes flashed with distress. In fact, what Fu Yuan said was not wrong. He has just ascended the throne, and his position is not yet stable. If anything happens, what will happen later will be unimaginable. I will never say such a thing again."

"Well, it's good for Your Majesty to know his mistake." Fu Yuan's tone was tinged with cunning.

you! "Yan Rongzhen was very angry, so he buried his face in Qianyuan's chest in anger, and remained silent.

Smiling and hugging the person in his arms tightly, Fu Yuan found that Yan Rongzhen seemed to be getting cuter, but he didn't know what it would be like if people outside knew that the Ninth Prince, who they always thought was violent by nature, had such a side .

Forget it, this side of Kunze is better for him alone.

The two of them lay quietly on the bed, enjoying the leisure time they had gained due to childbirth.

"Speaking of which, why did His Majesty name the emperor You?"

Yan Rongzhen thought for a while and replied: "This is what I thought of when I was with you in the Western Regions. It was the most comfortable life I have lived in so many years." Above, there was never a moment of relaxation. It was not until meeting Fu Yuan that he realized that it was boring, day after day, and he could still live like this.

If he was really born in an ordinary family, maybe he would have lived an ordinary life in such a peaceful way.

"Very good." Caressing the man's sleepy eyebrows, Fu Yuan replied softly, his continuous voice was like the best lullaby, "I like this word, and I hope that the emperor can grow up slowly and face it later." Growing thorns."

"Yes, with my presence, you father and son will not be wronged." After finishing speaking, Yan Rongzhen fell into a deep sleep.

Fu Yuan hugged his arms tightly, holding Kun Ze firmly in his arms, just staring at the person in front of him silently, suddenly thought of something, and said in a low voice: "Hold your hand, and grow old with you."

Thinking like this, she also fell asleep quietly without realizing it, without noticing a satisfied smile on the lips of the person in her arms.