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There was a cool breeze on the night of late autumn. Meng Jiao was sleeping soundly under a small quilt. However, Zishu and He Xuan beside her looked exhausted.

There were less than two days until the due date as estimated by the imperial physician. No matter how hard he tried to rest, it was useless. He had no choice but to lie down and close his eyes to rest.

I thought that if I really can't do it tomorrow, I would drink two sips of ginseng soup to refresh myself, and I could also verify the authenticity of the century-old ginseng.

The next morning, when Meng Jiao opened her eyes, she saw Zishu Jing'an, who had just come over with a bun of hair tied up after taking over from his father. The little guy was lying on the edge of the bed nervously, not even bothering to put on his favorite little jewel crown.

She reached out and touched the top of his head, knowing that he would not be willing to rest for a while, so Meng Jiao curled her lips and said that she had not rested with him for a long time.

The little girl was lying on the edge of the bed with her eyelids so sleepy that she was fighting. Seeing her climb onto the bed so nervously to coax her, she curled up against the edge of the bed like a little panda and refused to go to the middle.

Meng Jiao reached out to wipe away the tears that were about to overflow from the corners of his eyes, and slowly patted the little guy. Finally, the little Douzi couldn't bear it anymore, and slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Meng Jiao calmly stood up, holding on to the edge of the bed, put on a fox fur coat and walked out of the bedroom.

Suppressing the voices of the servants greeting her and feeling the occasional pain in her stomach, Meng Jiao took a deep breath and told the midwife and others to start preparing, while she then strolled leisurely in the yard.

Except for Qi Cheng, it was the first time for the servants in Prince Jing's mansion to see their mistress so vigorous. Every woman who gives birth is worried about not being able to survive, but her mistress was different. She gave instructions for preparation for the birth in the same way as asking how many bowls of rice she had eaten this morning.

She is truly worthy of being the woman who has killed people all over the Longqi Continent.

Not long after Meng Jiao got up, Zishu Hexuan, who had dozed off for a while, stretched out his hand but didn't touch the person next to him, and suddenly woke up. He hurriedly kicked off his shoes and ran out.

At that time, Meng Jiao took the painless fertility pill and insisted on walking in the yard. She waited until her amniotic fluid broke before she entered the delivery room with the help of Nan Xiao.

As the sun rose in the east, the streets in the inner city had just awakened from silence, with waves of horse hooves rushing past, heading in the same direction.

The emperor, who also received the letter, excused himself from court without any hesitation due to illness. If he was worried that if something happened to his master's wife, his master would go crazy, now after seeing her great talent, he even felt a little resentful towards his master for letting her take such a risk. Don't they already have a child?

So when Zishu Hexuan ran out of the room, they were stared at by a crowd of people in the yard.

Zishu Hexuan understood what had happened instantly, his face turned pale and he ran straight to the delivery room.

No one stopped him, and no one thought there was anything wrong with him entering the delivery room. Over the years, everyone had already realized that etiquette and morality meant less to this couple than a hair on their heads.

In the room, Meng Jiao followed the midwife in taking deep breaths to gather strength. Although it was not painful, for some reason the delivery took a relatively long time, so she couldn't stop sweating on her forehead.

When Zishu Hexuan came in, basins of blood were carried out in an orderly manner past him. His chest seemed to be hit hard instantly. He felt dizzy and quickly reached out to hold the wall, trying to suppress the nausea that rushed out of his throat.

He forced himself to remain calm, and dug his nails into the flesh of his palms. Only then did he regain clarity and feel that the suffocating feeling was somewhat further away from him.

Taking the ginseng soup from the female doctor, Zishu Hexuan tried to put on the smile she liked and quickly walked towards the delivery bed.

"Madam, please use some ginseng soup."

Meng Jiao tilted her head and saw that Zishu Hexuan's lips were purple and his face was pale. When he spoke, his mouth was shaking as if there were two dishes in it.

I was afraid that if I didn't divert his attention, he would go into shock.

"feed me."

Zishu Hexuan's hand holding the spoon bumped and bumped, but he managed to feed it into Mengjiao's mouth.

The tight contraction came again. Meng Jiao frowned subconsciously after swallowing the ginseng soup.

She had a premonition that the little guy in her belly was about to come out.

Zishu Hexuan, who had successfully distracted himself and finally felt a little relieved, became nervous again when he saw her like this. Not knowing what to do, he kept backing away and was squeezed behind the midwife and the female doctor in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

Obviously, none of the unexpected events that I had imagined happened, but just watching her give birth was so painful.

He regrets it so much, what should he do...

Her mind went blank, and somehow she thought of the pigtails her son tied when he teased her...

At this time, little Jing'an broke free from Nan Xiao's restraints and rushed into the inner room. Seeing A Niang surrounded by a group of female doctors, it was the first time that he was so anxious that he shed tears in public.

The little guy didn't dare to squeeze in, for fear of delaying others from saving his mother.

Turning around, he saw his tall father with a ponytail teasing his mother. Without thinking, he climbed onto his shoulders and imitated him.

Meng Jiao saw the two people through the gap in the crowd and closed her eyes. She couldn't bear to watch.

The big one and the small one looked like they were cut from the same mold, but now they are both disheveled and wearing braids...

She should feel happy, but she is afraid to laugh.

All the energy I had just accumulated is gone after I laughed, and the energy in my stomach is still waiting to burst out.

A sound of "Wow~" rang out in the delivery room.

The female doctors happily cleaned up quickly, and kept saying nice things to the man behind them, regardless of the cost.

However, Zishu Hexuan no longer cares what others think of him, and he no longer cares whether Xiao Jingan is the sister he wants.

The two of them ran to the bed in unison, their faces covered with tears.

Nan Xiao wrinkled his face in disdain and carried the cleaned child to his eldest brother.

"Boss, it's a little girl."

Meng Jiao looked at the little girl in her arms, who was blushing slightly. She had just stopped crying, but was suddenly led by her father and brother to start crying again.

She cried so hard that her little face turned red and warm.

"Mother, my sister looks like a monkey..."

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Outside the delivery room, everyone who preferred to wait outside the room heard the loud cry of the little one in the room at the same time.

The usually serious emperor got excited and couldn't help but make a joke.

"This voice is powerful. He will definitely be a powerful general of Longqi in the future. Hahaha~"

Qin Nangui's smiling face froze instantly, and he turned around and glanced coldly at the emperor.

The emperor immediately withdrew his smile. This guy changed into a different person when he mentioned his aunt...

Soon, the door of the delivery room opened, and Meng Jiao walked out alone in the jaw-dropping eyes of everyone, waving to everyone generously.

"Don't worry about the birth of a girl. I don't have anything to do here. Come over for a drink when she's one month old."

The people behind them who were once the Qin family soldiers received the order and responded in unison. When they passed by the shocked servants of the palace, they subconsciously straightened their bodies.

That's right, their boss is so awesome.

Unexpected, right? They didn’t expect it either, but they didn’t say it.

After everyone left the house, Su Yin, who was the first to come to her senses, hurried forward to support Meng Jiao. She was in a complicated mood and didn't know what to ask.

Where is the baby? Why didn't Zishu and Hexuan come out? Why did Jiaojiao come out by herself?

Before she could wonder for long, Meng Jiao turned around and went back to the rest room connected to the delivery room with her support.

Yue Nishang and others followed closely behind, and the emperor was unwilling to fall behind, but was stopped by Qin Nangui, whose face was still gloomy.

"The emperor has a lot of court affairs to attend to. Auntie is not in trouble here. It would be more important for the emperor to return to the palace as soon as possible to handle the court affairs."

The emperor now regretted that he had been impressed by this guy's ability. After he won the top three prizes in the imperial examinations, he entrusted him with important tasks. But now, look at his defensive face.

Humph, who doesn’t have a child? He will go back now and ask the queen to give him one!

A group of people entered the house and finally saw the two men, one big and one small, with their hair in a mess. Although there were no tears on their faces, it was not difficult to guess from their red eyes that they must have been in a mess just now. No wonder they were not allowed to leave.

Su Yin glanced at the two of them to make sure everything was alright, then she withdrew her gaze and helped Meng Jiao onto the bed. She turned around and asked the female doctor next to her. She had never seen her sister-in-law dare to get out of bed after giving birth.

"May I ask the female doctor, will Jiaojiao's recent trip be harmful to her health?"

The female doctor shook her head to indicate that nothing was wrong. She was also startled when the princess suddenly stood up after cleaning up.

But the princess glanced at the prince who was untying his hair and handed his wrist to her without saying a word. She was really fine except that she felt a little weak after giving birth.

Su Yin felt relieved after seeing this, but she still tucked the quilt for Meng Jiao and reminded her tirelessly that she should never take her health lightly in the future.

Meng Jiao's body, which had recovered automatically, became hot after drinking the ginseng soup. No one knew where Zishu Hexuan had found the ginseng, but it was very strong.

At that time, her son felt that he was so excited that he even stood up and played with a spear. Fortunately, he went out for a walk and circulated his internal energy. Now he feels much better.

A few people wanted to leave some time for their family. After seeing the sleeping little girl, they said hello to Zishu and He Xuan and left the house one after another.

Zishu Hexuan had been sitting by the bed watching over Mengjiao. He glanced at his son who was staring intently at Meibao, leaned over and kissed his wife lightly, holding her hand and placing it on his cheek lovingly.

"Thank you, Madam. How can this family survive without you?"

Meng Jiao flicked his chin unhappily.

"It's so ugly. Don't cry anymore."

"Well, listen to Madam."

The baby girl is already a hundred days old. Compared with her well-behaved brother, she is relatively noisy, but if she is fed well, she will be very well behaved.

So during the period when Meng Jiao had plenty of milk after she was born, Zishu Hexuan, who was worried that she would not sleep well, had to open his eyes again almost immediately after closing them. Every time, he could accurately put the bag of food into her mouth before his girl burst into tears.

Two months later, it was the little girl's hundred-day banquet. All the dignitaries in the capital were present that day. Even the senior monk who never left the Tianfu Mountain sent someone to the mansion to deliver gifts.

It was only at this time that Meng Jiao found out that the story of her childbirth was widely spread. The men avoided her, but the ladies would always sneak up on her under the pretext of saying hello, hoping to get a share of the blessing of having a smooth and safe childbirth.

At night, after seeing off the guests who flattered them, Meng Jiao found a small golden sachet in the little girl's swaddling clothes. When she opened it, she found that it was a prayer talisman paper from Tianfu Temple.

It says "Born in the Chen hour, suitable for water and soil, smooth and smooth."

Meng Jiao raised her eyebrows. The two characters Jin Xiao were the names that Zishu and He Xuan had thought of for a long time to come up with for the little kid.

It implies a splendid life, free and easy.

Before the Hundred Days Banquet, no one knew that this Tianfu Temple was quite interesting.

At that time, Meng Jiao didn't know that because of her, Zishu and He Xuan's existence, this small world had already become extremely prosperous. If this continued, it might be possible that the spiritual energy would revive in the future.

In the blink of an eye, the little boy was already one and a half years old. Zishu Jing'an, who had just returned from the Imperial College, ran hurriedly to his mother's courtyard as soon as he got home.

As he expected, while his father was away on official business, his mother secretly took his sister up the tree.

Meng Jiao really couldn't stay idle. Long Qi now had Nan Gui helping the emperor in the court, and her sisters-in-law and Zishu He Xuan helping her run the business.

Even when she had a baby to take care of at home, she had the little guy Zishu Jing'an to help her take care of it. In the end, she was so bored that she could only take the child out to play when the father and son were not around.

The next day, when Zishu Hexuan returned home, Douzi told him about his mother carrying the baby up a tree and climbing a wall before he returned to the main courtyard.

Zishu He Xuan squeezed the box in his hand and sent his son away. When he returned to the main courtyard, he saw his wife lazing on a recliner with a blank look in her eyes.

Seeing him coming back, Meng Jiao's eyes lit up briefly, and then she lay back down weakly.

With a smile in his eyes, Zishu Hexuan dismissed the servants, leaned over, picked her up and wrapped her around himself.

"Ma'am, guess what I brought back for you?"

Meng Jiao finally became interested and hugged him and rocked him left and right.

"Say it quickly."

Zishu Hexuan's Adam's apple rolled, he stared at her with burning eyes and kissed her,

"Serve me, I'll tell you when I'm happy."

Meng Jiao couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Now that you're addicted, serving you doesn't count. When you die, do you want me to be buried with you?"

Zishu Hexuan paused on his way back to the room, lowered his eyes and bit her neck even harder.

At night, Meng Jiao, who was lying on Zishu Hexuan's chest enjoying his cleaning, did not forget to ask him what he brought back.

Zishu Hexuan carefully lifted her round body out of the tub, kissed her earlobe, and said in a hoarse voice,

"Didn't you want to know where that ginseng came from? Your husband found it for you. It's in Lingxi Mountain."

"The territory of the Hu people?" Meng Jiao asked in a daze.

"Well, I've already told the Emperor. We'll set off tomorrow morning."

The next day, when Meng Jiao woke up, she was already in the carriage, holding Baozi, who was playing with her little feet.

Outside, a father and son were arguing about whether Wushuang was unwilling to breed because the horse next to him was too ugly...

They stopped and started along the way, and six years passed in the blink of an eye.

In these six years, they have walked through the Li River in early spring and Dunhuang in midsummer.

I appreciated the poetic beauty of the flowers and the vastness of the snowfield.

Read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles,

When he returned to Beijing, Zishu Jing'an had become a preacher who wanted to create his own literary heyday.

After handing over Zishu Jinxiao, who wanted to study with them, to Jing'an, Mengjiao and her partner set out on the journey of exploration westwards.

For the rest of their lives, the two of them would basically travel abroad for a few years, bring back some simple industrial products from other countries, and then set out on their journey again.

Until Meng Jiao was 78 years old, a group of foreign thieves from the other side of the ocean came to the south of Longqi.

Meng Jiao was surprised to hear that the man was small, had shifty eyes, a small mustache, and wore wooden shoes.

That night he rushed to the front line with a spear in hand, making a big move that would allow him to open a separate family tree in the original world.

The new recruits on the front line were stunned by the sight of the hunchbacked old lady who killed a small bandit with one shot. She is truly worthy of being the number one female general of Longqi. Even at her old age, she still has to teach other coveters a lesson!

In this world, Meng Jiao lived until she was eighty-nine, not because she died of old age, but because she took the initiative to leave.

The day I left, Longqi had its first snow of the year.

Zishu Hexuan, a 90-year-old man, chased after Zishu Jingan, who was 60 years old, and scolded him for touching his plum-scented slices.

Zishu Jing'an closed his eyes and looked up, pretending not to understand and refusing to admit it, which made the younger generations in the family helpless.

Zishu He Xuan, who secretly hid a lot of plum-scented tablets, couldn't remember that the imperial physician said he was too old to use incense, he just remembered that his old wife liked it.

So while everyone was resting, he quietly placed his clothes next to the incense burner.

Meng Jiao, who was taking a nap with him, opened her eyes again and saw the sky full of flames. Seeing the old man trying to wrap her up and send her out of the sea of ​​fire with trembling hands, she smiled and stretched out her hand to suppress it.

"Old man, don't you want to take me with you to die?"

Zishu Hexuan looked up at her in disbelief, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"No need to take me with you. It's fine for you to walk alone. I can't bear to see you in pain. Let go."

Meng Jiao shook her head and controlled his hand. After practicing martial arts for a lifetime, how could she not be able to control a little old man?

She took off the hairpin from her hair and tied their long gray hair together, motioning him to look at it as she did when they were young.

"He Xuan, look, we share the same bed in life and the same grave in death."

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The firelight illuminated Zishu Hexuan's lowered eyebrows. When he looked up again, his golden eyes were sacred and dazzling.

"you win."