The silly king's daughter-in-law is a plant?

A door separates the two from missing each other, and Mo Ling looks through the autumn water, hoping that Xi Mojiu will soon get out of the grief and self-blame for the death of the emperor Lan Concubine. He puts a small stool at the door and sits quietly for a whole day.

"I'll accompany you." Mo Ling said to the door, not caring whether Xi Mojiu would reply, he held the book recommended by the third prince a few months ago, leaned against the door and tilted his head to read.

At first, Ji Nanfeng would persuade him a few words, saying that it was a strong wind that hurt the child in his belly, and the housekeeper came to plead with tears, but Mo Ling ignored him and stayed with Xi Mojiu day after day.

Hard work pays off, under his tactful threat, the door of the study room opened, and the haggard Xi Mojiu opened the door. He hadn't had a beard for a few days, and his chin had a row of dirty stubble. Mo Ling was very indifferent. expressed their disdain.

Xi Mojiu took away the notebook in his hand, and wrapped his arms around Mo Ling's waist. The two of them were so close that they could see the hurt in Mo Ling's indifferent eyes. Xi Mojiu's pupils swept down, and Mo Ling's nose moved. , the hot air from the nose seems to have a light fragrance, no one speaks, no one makes the next move.

Until Xi Mojiu's stubble was about to hit Mo Ling's face, Mo Ling smiled and kissed his lips, wrapped his arms around his neck, nestled his head on Xi Mojiu's neck: "Dad, you have figured it out."

"I'm sorry Lingling. I was too selfish to face the truth that my father, queen, and empress were dead, so I hid without permission."

"Every step in life is called growth. After all, you are a child. Hey, you must not deny that you are five or six years younger than me." Mo Ling said.

"In the future, we will take the next step together, Ling Ling, you are mine for the rest of your life."

"No, no, the little guy in your belly is also yours."

At a certain time and a certain second after July, a certain plant with luxuriant branches and leaves was sadly buried in the soil. Mo Ling waved the branches, trembling with blooming flowers and small fruits all over his body.

Conceived in October, Mo Ling was pregnant until September, Ji Nanfeng moved into the palace to take care of him, the fifth prince who escorted his wife into the palace was depressed, unwilling to leave the palace, standing at the door almost became a stone of hope.

Mo Ling has a big belly, so he dare not go out, he is afraid of being gossiped, it is unheard of for a man to give birth, Mo Ling is afraid of being mistaken for a monster, so he stays in the mansion every day.

Seeing that the due date was approaching, Mo Lingwo ate a supper in the room, felt dizzy for a while, and turned into a plant after waking up.

The second time he turned back to a plant, he calmed down very quickly, and gathered a group of people to analyze the reason for turning back to a plant. Ji Nanfeng guessed that the spiritual power was absorbed by the child in his belly, so Mo Ling couldn't maintain his human form.

But a baby is about to be born, and there is no spiritual power at this time, so what will I do when I have a baby!Mo Ling really wanted to make an anxious expression, but the current situation didn't allow it.

The last time I relied on Xi Mojiu to convey spiritual power. Apart from three meals a day, Xi Mojiu has three urgent needs in life. Holding him all day is useless. It has been a month, and Mo Ling is still a potted plant, and even the flowers have withered. bright red fruit.

It's October, and Mo Ling is still a plant. In the evening, under the ups and downs of insects, Ji Nanfeng stood beside Mo Ling to water him, and poked his little flower: "Brother, if you can't change What should I do when I come back? Is the baby still alive?"

Mo Ling sucked water depressed: "I regret it, I would have known there would be an abortion package."

The speaker had no intention, but the listener had the intention. The day after he finished speaking, the retribution came. The flowers on Mo Ling's body were all withered, and there were only two fruits.

The two fruits hanging on the branches swayed without wind, and Mo Ling was in pain, only screaming subconsciously in pain.

Ji Nanfeng and Xi Mojiu couldn't find out the reason, and they were anxious on the sidelines. Xi Mojiu and Ji Nanfeng transmitted spiritual power to Mo Ling, trying to see if it could alleviate his pain.

The two were sweating profusely from anxiety, Chang Qing came riding a donkey, he could hear Mo Ling's screams through the door, Heimian kicked the door, and saw a very strange scene inside the room.

"Put Mo Ling on the bed, go tell the nanny to wait in front of the door, prepare clothes, hot water! Sending spiritual power is useless, Ling'er is about to give birth!" Chang Qing said with a headache and fever. .

Xi Mojiu and Ji Nanfeng froze where they were, but it was Xi Mojiu who came back to his senses first and rushed out to let the housekeeper prepare the items for the newborn.

The fifth and third princes in the palace received the news and rushed to the palace without delay. Heishui and the second prince, who were out for a visit, happened to come back these few days.

Chang Qing said that those two fruits are the child in Mo Ling's belly. If you want a child to be born, you can only wait for the fruit to mature and fall off naturally.

Xi Mojiu stood by the bed, looking anxiously, when someone from the palace passed by, he saw a group of old men sitting at the door in a daze.

Wanting to chat to ease the atmosphere, I could only smile awkwardly when I opened my mouth, and everyone's hearts were connected in the delivery room.

Only Xi Mojiu was transmitting spiritual power to Mo Ling in the room, and Chang Qing didn't let anyone else enter the room, fearing that the child would feel scared if he felt the breath of others.

The five sat from day to night, looking at the sky with their chins in their hands.

Mo Ling fell silent after a scream that resounded through the sky. The five people outside couldn't sit still. They stood up in a panic and took a step, but they didn't dare to enter the door. They could only look at each other, not knowing what to do.

"The fruit has fallen." Xi Mojiu, who was a new father, witnessed the whole process of the fruit on the bed turning into a baby with a stiff body.

"Come on, Ling Ling is born." He tried his best to calm down and announced the good news to the outside, sounding very calm, Xi Mojiu's footsteps seemed to be stuck to the floor, and he didn't know how to take the next step, he had this feeling , but in reality he had already rushed to Mo Ling's side.

Regardless of the little doll who was sleeping naked on the bed, she didn't lose her eyes the whole time, and went to check the condition of Mo Ling who had turned back into a human.

The butler brought people in, and quickly wrapped the child on the bed in a quilt, and let the nurse waiting behind to feed him.

Xi Mojiu grabbed a dry towel and applied it to Mo Ling's forehead. Mo Ling was extremely weak, his eyes opened a line, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito moan. Only when Xi Mojiu touched it could he hear clearly that Mo Ling was asking the child. .

"Is it male or female?"

It's really a question of whether it's a boy or a girl. Xi Mojiu shook his head. He may be the most irresponsible father. He doesn't even know the gender of the child. It's only because the two little guys are lying on their stomachs, blocking the key point.

"Congratulations, lord and concubine, you are two little princes." The housekeeper tucked the corners of the quilt around the child, and he was so happy that he could not close his mouth from ear to ear.

"Two sons." Mo Ling got the answer and made a summary. Before Xi Mojiu could speak, he fainted gorgeously amidst the noisy conversation.

The soft two cried twice, fell asleep after eating enough milk, several big men scrambled to enter the door to look at the baby in the nurse's arms, but they could only watch helplessly, no one dared to hug them.

"It's so ugly." Ji Nanfeng said with a strange expression: "The red one looks like a little old man, not one ten thousandth as good-looking as Mo Ling."