Time is slow

   Chapter 740 Difficult Premarital Education

  Boy, boy, it will be a boy!

  Although Li Jiao had a strong premonition that she would be a brother since she was pregnant, at this moment, she was still extremely nervous, and she felt even more collapsed than when she gave birth.

  The delivery room was quiet.

   "Is it a boy or a girl?" Li Jiao's heart sank suddenly.

   "Congratulations, concubine, you are a little princess."

   "Impossible, absolutely impossible—" Li Jiao suddenly sat up, startling everyone.

   "Auntie, you just gave birth, so don't move around."

  Li Jiao's eyes widened, and he stared straight at the person who was talking, as if he was about to swallow him: "Bring the child to me and show me, bring the child to me to see!"

   "My aunt, the little princess has already taken it away and showed it to the prince."

   "You must be lying to me, bring the baby to me!" Li Jiao shouted hoarsely, because he was weak after giving birth, his voice was not loud to everyone's ears, but his terrifying appearance made his scalp numb.

   Everyone looked at each other.

   Isn't this concubine out of her mind? Why can't you think so?

   In the past, although there was a small county master in the palace, but he didn’t stand still. In fact, the small county master who was born now is the eldest daughter of the palace. Even if it is not as good as the little king’s grandson, it is more than the main body of the small county that will be reborn later.

   With the eldest daughter of the palace by her side, this concubine has depended on her all her life. Why is she so dissatisfied with her life?

   "Child, I want to see the child—" Li Jiao was hysterical and pushed the old woman beside him.

   A stream of heat gushed out, and the sharp-eyed old woman exclaimed: "No, my aunt is bleeding—"

   Prince Rui looked at his newborn daughter with joy. Although he was a little disappointed when he heard that it was a girl, the disappointment was quickly replaced by joy.

  What are the girls afraid of, there are three concubines to be born behind, it is impossible for them all to be girls.

   He has no children and half daughters now, and the girl will be regarded as the apple of his eye. This is the first child he has been looking forward to for several years.

   "Congratulations, lord, the little princess is so beautiful."

  King Rui nodded happily: "Yes, look at this little nose and mouth, and the eyes are big and bright..." A long list of praises for the girl should not come out like money.

   Seeing that the prince was not unhappy because he gave birth to a small county master, they all gathered around to ask for money.

   At this time, there was a commotion in the delivery room, and Prince Rui couldn't help frowning: "What's the commotion? Be careful to startle the little princess."

   An old woman came out in a panic: "My lord, my concubine is bleeding!"

"Blood collapse?" Prince Rui glanced at the delivery room, then lowered his head to look at his newly born daughter, showing some pity for the person who gave birth to the child for him, and ordered, "Do your best to treat this king, if my concubine Safe and sound, this king will reward you!"

  There are people in Prince Rui's mansion who are happy and some who are sad. When they arrive at the mansion of the champion, they are full of joy, from the stone lion in front of the mansion to the osmanthus tree by the gate of the moon, all tied with red silk.

  The wife's family assets have been moved to the hall for everyone to see, and the red and colorful utensils add a little more joy to this grand marquis mansion.

  Shao Mingyuan looked at the boxes of gold and silver ingots and touched his chin.

  No wonder he used to give money to Zhaozhao, but Zhaozhao looked indifferent and dared to love his daughter-in-law.

   Thinking of the word "daughter-in-law", Shao Mingyuan's heart seemed to be soaked in honey, sweet from the inside out, and his lips curved into a smirk.

   "Master Hou, the old master is here."

   Shao Mingyuan went out to greet him.

   After a prison disaster, the Marquis of Jing'an was obviously much older, and his hair on the temples was almost completely white, but he was in good spirits.

   "Father, here you are, come in and sit."

   To the Marquis of Jing'an, Shao Mingyuan was grateful and respected from the bottom of his heart, and hurriedly stepped forward to support his adoptive father and walked inside.

  Jing'an Hou patted his arm: "Help me, I haven't been able to walk yet."

  The father and son entered the house, took off their shoes and got on the kang.

  The warm hot kang head immediately swept away the cold air.

   "Father, you drink tea."

  Jing'an Hou took a sip from the teacup, let out a long sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "I'm finally looking forward to your marriage."

   After more than 20 years of worry and fear, now I can finally keep the clouds open and see the moon.

   "It is the father's credit for the son to have what he is today."

  Jing'an Hou felt a little ashamed: "I didn't do anything for my father, and you have been wronged all these years."

   Looking at the old face of his adoptive father, Shao Mingyuan felt sour in his heart, and said sincerely, "Don't think like that, you have done too much for me."

   Not anyone can bet on the safety of the entire clan in order to preserve the blood of loyal ministers and good generals, and even because of his existence, the husband and wife are turned against each other, and the father and son are separated. Before his life experience was revealed, his adoptive father sent away his eldest sister-in-law, eldest grandson, and third brother, leaving his eldest brother alone in prison. Now the eldest brother obviously has a knot with his father.

  Jing An Hou's eyes warmed, he hurriedly lowered his head and took a sip of tea before calming down, and said with a smile, "I am completely relieved that you are married and married."

   After thinking about it, the old man added: "It is still necessary to give birth to a few babies as soon as possible, so that your parents will be happy with Jiuquan."

   "My son will try his best." Shao Mingyuan laughed.

  Jingan Hou hesitated.

   Although his son was in his early twenties and had been married once, he went off to war without a bridal chamber, and with what he knew about this son, he would definitely not mess up when leading troops to fight.

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  Jing'an Hou gave Shao Mingyuan a deep look.

   Will he?

It stands to reason that this kind of thing should be arranged before marriage, but when he married Qiao's daughter, Ming Yuan hurriedly ordered to return to Beijing to marry, and it was too late to arrange and no one arranged for him, and now the housekeeper of Jing'an Houfu is the eldest son Daughter-in-law, you can't let the sister-in-law worry about this, right?

   Having said that, he still has to come.

  Jing An Hou had a headache thinking about this.

  How could he, such a rude man, know how to tell his son about this kind of thing in a tactful and detailed manner. Isn't this embarrassing?

  The aged Jingan Hou scratched his head.

  If the eldest son and the second son have a good relationship, it is most suitable for the elder brother.

   Thinking that he still has such a daunting task at hand, the Marquis of Jing An didn't have the heart to drink tea, got up and got off the kang: "I remember that there is still something to do for my father, and I will come back later."

   "Go get busy." Shao Mingyuan personally sent the Marquis of Jing'an out of the gate of the Marquis Mansion, and helped him onto the carriage.

   After half an hour, the guards came in to report: "Master Hou, the old master is here again."

   Shao Mingyuan glanced at the guard and warned, "Pay attention to your words."

  My father ran over twice in a short period of time, was it just to chat with him?

   He welcomed the old man in again, took off his shoes, got on the kang, and served tea. Shao Mingyuan was still calm and did not take the initiative to ask.

   But the Marquis of Jing'an couldn't hold his breath anymore. The adopted son was about to have a candle in the wedding room. If he really didn't, wouldn't he be making a joke.

   "Cough, Ming Yuan—" After pouring two cups of tea, the Marquis of Jing An finally spoke.

   "What is your father's order?"

   Asking for a ticket to assist, the monthly ticket recommendation ticket will not be rejected, and strive for the next big wedding.

   (end of this chapter)