Doting on your wife to no end: The evil regent is reborn and is too clingy

Mo Chengying held her hand tightly, "Qingqing, if you have anything to say, we'll talk about it later. You should concentrate first..."

"No, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future..."

Perhaps his previous judgments were wrong. Shen Yangui underestimated the dangers and pain of giving birth, but overestimated his own endurance.

She had no strength and her consciousness was a little blurry.

"Jiang has nothing to do with you. Your mother-in-law is the imperial concubine of Emperor Renzong."

"What do you want those dead people to do at this time?"

The so-called biological mother, Jiang, has completely consumed Mo Chengying's last expectation for her mother. Whether it is Jiang, the imperial concubine, or even his father, the emperor has passed away.

He has never received any love from his father or mother in his life. To him, the most important thing is his Qingqing.

"If, if all this is true, Emperor Renzong loves you very much..."

"It's not important, it's not important."

Shen Yangui held his hand tightly, "It's important. If it is confirmed in the future, don't blame A Niang, don't blame Yuanyuan..."

"What do I blame them for?"

"Don't blame our children either."

Mo Chengying listened to Shen Yangui's words, as if he was explaining the funeral arrangements. His mind was frightened and went blank, "Shen Yangui, I don't allow you to think wildly!"

"I won't let anything happen to you!"

The labor pains occurred frequently, and Shen Yangui didn't even have time to take a breath. She gritted her teeth and her whole body was shaking.

Desperate and suffocating pain.

Mo Chengying thought of what she had just said, that his father's imperial concubine died because of giving birth to a child. Is this an omen?

He panicked, "No more children, protect the princess! Protect the princess with all your strength! If anything happens to the princess, I will ask all nine of you to be buried with her!"

The doctors in the prefectures and counties were not like the imperial doctors. After years of intimidation and tempering, they were originally afraid of the regent. After hearing his words, they all began to tremble.

"Qingqing, if it hurts, just shout out. It'll be okay."

Call him by name.

Qingshuang remembered that when she was reading in late winter, she told her that mothers need to conserve their strength during childbirth and should not yell. She boldly said: "Your Highness, please go out."

"I won't go out, I will stay here with you."

Qingshuang finally understood why she didn't want men to enter the delivery room. If she didn't love her, it would be easy to give up the older one and keep the younger one. If she loved her too much, it would be easy to give up the younger one and keep the younger one. In short, she didn't have any brains.

She dragged and pulled, pushed hard with her feet, and used all her strength to pull Mo Chengying away, and then forced her to sit on the head of the bed.

"My lord, please don't get in the way here. We don't have enough manpower, but you are still scary!"

The maids trotted to bring hot water in, not caring who they bumped into, "Get out of the way!"

Mo Chengying also found that he was a little redundant, but he didn't go out. He found a place that was out of the way and walked around.

Seeing someone kowtow in the yard, he clasped his hands toward the east, thinking over and over again that he was willing to trade his life to keep their mother and son safe.

The moon has not risen, the stars have not yet brightened, and the night outside the window is so dark that it seems as if ink can be squeezed out, and you can't see your fingers.

The light of the candlelight in the room seemed so weak even under the darkness.

Po Wen said that she could see the child's head and asked the princess to use more force, but Mo Chengying's voice became weaker and weaker as she listened to him.

The dripping water drops tick-tock-tick-tick-tock-tick one's patience.

Mo Chengying still couldn't hold it back and sat on the bedside, holding her hand.

"Qingqing, I am here, and I will be with you, with you and the child."

The smell of blood in the room became thicker and thicker, and the night became darker and darker.

A baby cries after midnight.

"Wow--"

"gave birth!!!"

People in the courtyard hugged each other, like rain waiting for the rain after a long drought, and cheered, "I've given birth, I've given birth, I've finally given birth, Bodhisattva bless me! Bodhisattva bless me!"

"Qingqing, are you okay?"

The moment the child was born, the strength in Shen Yangui's hands loosened, and Mo Chengying wiped away tears while no one was paying attention.

"Qingqing, thank you for your hard work."

Shen Yangui's face was full of exhaustion, and the corners of her mouth curved. She put her hand against his face and her voice was slightly hoarse.

"Go see the kids."

Mo Chengying shook his head. At this moment, he felt a little strange about the child. He almost lost his most beloved Qingqing just because of this little thing.

He also blamed himself a little, shouting to have a baby all day long, but he didn't know that giving birth was so painful and dangerous.

Po Wen simply wiped the amniotic fluid and blood on the child, wrapped it in a cloth, and carried it to the Regent.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, you are a rich man."

Although Kishu is not as good as the capital, the two stable women in Laibieuan are also among the best in the city. They have delivered babies at the homes of many wealthy men. Every time a daughter is born, whether it is the wife giving birth or the waiting man, most of them are His face would immediately darken, his face full of sullenness, and he would probably curse something that was a loser or useless.

When I heard that the silver reward I had prepared was for my daughter, I immediately halved it or even refused to give it to her at all.

The ladies could see the regent's expectations for the princess's child, and were afraid that his daughter would disappoint his hopes. When saying congratulations, they became more cautious and did not dare to say more than one word of congratulations.

For fear of accidentally offending this living king of hell, the whole family would return to the west.

The little guy with turbaned hair suddenly appeared in front of his old father, and Mo Chengying no longer blamed the child.

"Qingqing, did you hear that? Did you hear that? You are a mother!" He hugged Shen Yan, who was sweating profusely, and kissed her, a little incoherently, "We have a daughter! You worked so hard to give me the apple of your eye. ! I’m a father!”

Does my daughter deserve to be so happy?

Po Wen wondered if there was a mistake, and wanted to be sure, but she forgot what the prince's daughter should be called, and was stunned for a moment: "Princess, right?"

No matter what, the princess can never be wrong.

"Your Majesty, Princess, would you like to give the little princess a hug?"

The maids took the time to clean the princess with warm water and put on clean and loose clothes.

Mo Chengying raised his hand and found that his palm was bigger than his daughter's head. His hands had held a black iron sword weighing dozens of kilograms. He had slashed horses and killed people, and could split mountains and rocks.

This is the first time I have encountered such a small and soft little guy.

Some cruel and terrifying thoughts inexplicably flooded into his mind, and he felt that his clumsy hands could easily crush his sweet girl to pieces.

He was startled, his hands became more and more at a loss, and he was afraid that others would see that he was at a loss, so he simply rubbed his face with his hands.

Shen Yangui looked at him sideways. Under the candlelight, his index finger trembled slightly and tapped his daughter's face. As soon as he touched it, he immediately bounced it away and tapped it again.

Obviously this child was not as heavy as his knife, but he mobilized his whole body to hug it.

As soon as the little guy got into his father's arms, he immediately started crying.

Po Wen said with a smile: "The little princess likes the prince very much and can't wait to talk to her father."

Remembering that this was the regent, he remembered that the nine clans were buried with him. He quickly retracted his grin and thought about whether he had made a big mistake just now, word by word.

"So soft." Mo Chengying was like a child at this moment. He looked back at Shen Yangui and smiled innocently, "Yu'er is so soft."

"Okay, let's send the princess to the next door." People in the company said in late winter.

When Mo Chengying heard this, he hurriedly handed the child to Qing Shuang, carefully picked up Shen Yangui, walked through the middle hall, and went to the master bedroom in the east room.

Although it is late spring now, the weather is warm, but the nights are cool. In late winter, I know that mothers who have just given birth cannot be exposed to the cold. I am afraid that the weather will not be good in the days before delivery, so I took out the quilt to dry it in the early days. I just deliberately The whole bed was warmed with Yubuzi.

There were three layers of cotton padding, and Shen Yangui lay down in it, as if he were wrapped in white clouds after being exposed to the sun.

Soft and warm.

She was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes. She fed Xiao Yu'er her first milk and fell asleep.

Before going to bed, he told Mo Chengying that Yu'er would wake her up when she cried.

Mo Chengying agreed wholeheartedly, but he was a new father and knew nothing about his children.

Something happened.