National Beauty

Chapter 197



Chapter 197 197

The doctor predicted that Song Jianing would be born around May 20, but on the 25th, Song Jianing’s stomach was still quiet.

Song Jianing felt that she was fine everywhere, no pain or itching, so she still ate, drank and slept as usual. It was heartless. Zhao Heng’s face was calm, but his heart was worried. Even if several imperial doctors said that the princess had a good pulse, Zhao Heng was not relieved. After sleeping at night, Song Jianing was a little moved, even if he just raised his hand and scratched his back, Zhao Heng would Awakened.

If you don’t sleep well at night, you will get up early in the daytime.

In the midsummer season, the sky in the capital will change. It’s just a meal at noon, and the sky will be gloomy. It didn’t take long for it to rain heavily, accompanied by rumbling thunder. Zhao Zhao is too young, afraid of thunder, even if a thunder is not even a nurse, as long as the mother coaxes her and stays beside her to be at ease.

Song Jianing was lying on the bed with her daughter for a rest. The thunderstorm continued, and the two of them spent the rest of the night on the bed. When Zhao Heng came back in the evening, Song Jianing was holding her daughter around the room. After all, she had a big belly and could not sit all the time.

“Father!” There was a rumble of thunder from outside the window, and Zhaozhao threw his head on the father’s lap, looking pitifully.

Knowing that his daughter was afraid of thunder, Zhao Heng quickly picked up her daughter and helped her to cover her ears.

“The prince sit down, I’ll stand for a while.” Song Jianing smiled and asked him to sit on a chair.

Zhao Heng glanced at her bulging belly and resisted not asking about the situation of the princess today, but seeing her ruddy complexion, it would be fine to think about it.

“Zhaozhao tells the story to the father and king.” Song Jianing handed over to Shuang’er to hold and held his stomach with the other, and said softly: “Talk about the father and the electric mother.”

It was when Zhao Zhao was learning Chinese, he was anxious to show off to his father when he learned the new words. As soon as the mother reminded him, the little girl sat on his father’s lap and started speaking incoherently. Zhao Heng is used to speaking in three, four, and five words. Zhao Zhao is now quite like him, and he is also jumping in a few words. He said and gestured, staring at his father earnestly.

Zhao Heng listened carefully, and finally understood his daughter’s story. He said that Lei Gong likes to sleep, and Lei Gong didn’t move how he got him up, so the electric mother poured a bucket of water on Lei Gong. The water fell on the ground and turned into rain. Lord Thunder woke up, chasing the electric mother to settle accounts with the electric mother. The lightning in the sky was the running of the electric mother, and the thunder was the roar of the electric mother.

Needless to say, Zhao Heng also knew that this was made up by his princess.

“It’s time to write a book.” Zhao Heng lay down beside her after a meal, touching her belly.

Song Jianing was confused: “What book?”

Zhao Heng smiled and kissed her on the tip of her nose: “The story you made up is called…”Queens of Concubine Shou”.

Song Jianing’s face blushed, and she blamed him: “The prince will laugh at me.”

With a child, her face was tenderer, her eyes were bright, and she looked like a big baby. Zhao Hengqing couldn’t help holding her red lips, and after a while, she stroked her face and slowly said, “No smile. You, from tomorrow, one article every night, you talk, I write. It’s so great, read it to the second child, the second child is the oldest, and the third child…”

With the sound of rain outside the window, Zhao Heng hugged his princess, lowly dreaming about the future of the couple.

Song Jianing really thought that the prince was teasing her at first, but listening to his clear whispers and looking at his fairy-like jade face, Song Jianing was unknowingly attracted by his depiction, and then felt that if there could be such a book , She read his writing, it was really good. The children are old enough to read to their grandchildren, holding his handwritten book.

“Okay, starting tomorrow, let’s write when the prince is free.” Her stories are very short, and write a little before and after dinner, so that it will not delay business.

The couple negotiated. The next day Zhao Hengren was in the palace. In addition to worrying about Song Jianing’s birth, he finally became more concerned and made a list in advance. The above is the name of the ten stories she told her daughter so far. Such as rabbits, foxes, grapes, peach fairy and so on.

The heavy rain was still falling, the sky was gloomy, and it seemed that the evening came earlier than the sunny day, so Zhao Heng returned home early.

On the way to the backyard, Zhao Heng was still thinking for a while to choose which story to put in the opening chapter. As soon as he arrived in the backyard, he saw Shuang’er rushing out and excitedly ordered the maids to prepare. When I looked back and saw him, Shuang’er forgot to salute excitedly, and only said loudly: “The prince, the princess is about to give birth!”

Zhao Heng’s heart was suspended in midair in an instant.

The delivery room was prepared a long time ago, and the midwife and doctor rushed there quickly. Song Jianing had been born once, and was not so nervous for the first time. Since the midwife said that she was not in a hurry to go to the delivery room, Song Jianing asked Zhao Heng to write a story to pass the time. She was interested, but Zhao Heng couldn’t calm down. When she picked up the pen, her hand shook uncontrollably, and she glanced at her bulging belly from time to time.

“Writing the gourd first?” Song Jianing touched his stomach, blessing his soul.

Zhao Hengneng recites all her stories, and when he hears the words, he remembers it and savors it secretly. Zhao Heng smiled and said, “Okay.”

Song Jianing walked slowly around the desk while gently telling the story: “Once upon a time, there was a very handsome fairy living in the mountains…”

Zhao Heng held a pen and carefully wrote down every word she read, saying, “The **** found his gourd is missing, and there is a fat female doll under the gourd vine”. Just after finishing the last stroke, Song Jianing suddenly sucked. Tone. Zhao Heng shook his hand, and the tip of his pen left a trace on the blank space of the rice paper.

“It hurts?” Zhao Heng quickly walked around the princess and held her shoulders without time to care about the rice paper.

Song Jianing opened her mouth, and when the familiar pain came from her abdomen again, Song Jianing nodded helplessly.

“I will help you over.” Zhao Heng said calmly. He didn’t panic at the critical moment.

Song Jianing looked at the rice paper and hesitated. He missed the first story before leaving. Zhao Heng laughed. Regardless of the midwife and maid who rushed in after hearing the news, he hugged her and coaxed: “When you are finished, you will continue to read.”

When speaking, Zhao always looked at her eyes fixedly.

Song Jianing understood that the prince used another way to comfort her, and they will have a lifetime to do what they want to do.

“Yeah.” Song Jianing smiled and went to the delivery room with his man’s company.

The birth of Song Jianing went smoothly and the birth was smooth. The rain outside the window weakened. When it stopped at dawn, as if echoing, a loud cry of the baby suddenly came from the delivery room. The cry was clear and loud, like after a new rain in the empty mountain, a young dragon was born, hovering in the air to show the dragon’s prestige.

“Congratulations to the princess, you are a little son!” The midwife hugged the boy who had just cleaned up, and said with a smile.

Song Jianing’s attention was focused on his son. When he looked at his head, he knew that he was fatter than his daughter when he was born.

After the princess saw the baby, the midwife immediately took it out for the princess to see.

The little guy closed his eyes and knew nothing about world affairs. Zhao Heng took over his son in a short time, but he thought a lot.

“Send someone to announce the good news.”

“Yes.”

So the news that Princess Shou gave birth to a young grandson in the morning was immediately sent to the palace.


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