After marrying the shadow guard little husband, he carried a cub

"His Majesty!"

"little Master!"

"A Jing!"

All the palace doctors around surrounded him in shock, and Princess Fuyang even rushed to the front without hesitation, and was assisted by her life to jump to Wei Jing's side, one step faster than Xia Palace doctor. opened his veins.

After confirming that Wei Jing's heart was still beating very vigorously, Princess Fuyang let Xi Ming verify it again, and not surprisingly, she came to the same conclusion as herself.

She immediately stood up holding the hem of her skirt, and scolded angrily: "This little bastard is best at scaring people!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But in the whole room, the one who worried about Wei Jing the most was Wei Chu who had just given birth on the bed.

"A Jing...?!"

Wei Chu was stunned for a moment by Wei Jing's sudden fainting, and for a moment he didn't know whether it was his own child or the one lying on the ground.

This ability to lose face all the time is probably unique to Wei Jing in the whole world.

"Hurry up and help His Majesty to the couch!"

Naturally, the doctor Xia Gong didn't have the courage of His Royal Highness the eldest princess. How could he ignore it when His Majesty fainted in front of him on the spot?

"What are you doing on the couch? Chuchu still needs to rest, so let's save him on the ground..." Princess Fuyang sized him up and said, "Forget it, just put it here, there is no need to waste medicinal materials .”

Doctor Xia Gong: "..."

Wei Jing's stature is quite tall, and now he is lying on the ground again, which makes his presence difficult to ignore.

Princess Fuyang was too lazy to go around Wei Jing who was on the ground, she simply walked over his lap, and walked calmly towards Wei Chu who was lying on the bed.

"Chuchu, it's really hard work for you, close your eyes and take a rest, don't bother with those useless things."

Wei Chu really didn't have much physical strength, but after all, he couldn't worry about Wei Jing, he licked his dry lips in embarrassment, and said in a voice like a gnat, "...Aunt... I'd better let Xi Ming get A Jing... onto the couch. "

Princess Fuyang cast a sidelong glance at His Majesty the Emperor who was lying limp on the ground, but she still couldn't hold back, and complained to Wei Chu: "My dear boy, tell me, was this child born by you or by him? It's really a shame in such a small place. It’s not enough to embarrass him.”

Wei Chu thought about it, and it was true, so he nodded obediently, ignored the idiot on the ground, looked at the direction of the child tiredly, and closed his eyes to rest.

Doctor Xia told Zhiqiu and Adai all the things that needed attention, and then left the bedroom with a group of doctors to create a quiet sleeping environment for the queen.

Princess Fuyang took her grandnephew from the arms of the palace doctor, played with it fondly for a long time, and finally couldn't help talking to herself: "Oh, oh, look at this little face, it looks just like ours. Chu Chu is exactly the same."

Long before Princess Fuyang and Xi Ming came in, the palace doctor who was in charge of dealing with the dirty water stains had pulled the quilt lying under Wei Chu to the back room, re-made the bed neatly, and tried to make Wei Chu feel as clean as possible. Lie down in comfort and ease.

Therefore, Xi Ming was able to come to the front, secretly glanced at the little guy who had not yet opened his eyes, and said to Her Royal Highness, "The mouth and ears are like a queen, and the nose is more like a little master."

Princess Fuyang gently pinched the little baby's fleshy hands, and sighed: "The fingers are long like his two fathers."

Xie hit nodded confidently, and said in a deep voice, "suitable for sword practice."

"..."

Princess Fuyang raised her eyes and glared at him: "Damn you, don't you have any other thoughts in your mind other than wielding knives and guns all day long?"

"Uh," Xi Ming held back for a long time, and changed his answer, "When practicing carrying the tripod, maybe you can grab the tripod in one go."

Wei Chu struggled to open his eyes from his light sleep, and looked at Xi Ming defensively: "...stay away from my son."

***

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Jing, who was under tremendous mental pressure, finally got out of his lethargic state and slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as his eyes were focused, the scene in front of him made him stop breathing.

Xu Shi drank the medicine to nourish the body, Wei Chu's complexion was unexpectedly good-looking, pink in the white, with gentle eyebrows.

He was sitting comfortably on a high soft pillow, lowering his head and teasing the baby wrapped in a small quilt, with a deep smile on his lips.

Wei Jing's Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably.

This is the picture he dreamed of.

Seeing that Wei Jing woke up, Wei Chu continued to coax the child disapprovingly, and said softly: "It's really hard work for you, I gave birth to a child, and your reaction is bigger than mine."

The tone was full of undisguised teasing.

Wei Jing turned over in a jerk, knelt on the bed, and stared at Wei Chu's face with her head, looking up and down non-stop.

"What do you see me doing?" Wei Chu glared at him with a mischievous smile, and presented the little quilt to Wei Jing as if offering a treasure, "Why don't you look at the child?"

Wei Jing's eyes began to turn red again, her voice choked up: "...I want to see you."

Before Wei Chu asked him again, "Look at what I'm doing", Wei Jing put his hands on his face and said with a heartache, "It's only been a few hours, and you've lost so much weight. "

Wei Chu sighed helplessly, and pointed to his relatively flat stomach: "...I gave birth to a child, and I will definitely lose weight."

After a few days of complete recovery, he can fly around and jump up and down as before.

"No." Wei Jing hugged him in his arms aggrievedly, moving very carefully, for fear of hurting the wound on Wei Chu's body.

"Don't want anything?" Wei Chu rubbed against the tip of his nose lightly, still a little weak, "Why... can't I understand what you're talking about?"

Wei Jing quietly pushed aside the sleeping cub in Wei Chu's arms, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't want you to be hurt, I don't want you to be thin, and I don't want you to have other people in your eyes."

"What nonsense are you talking about, this is the child of the two of us."

Wei Chu only felt that Wei Jing at this time was like Yuan Xiao who was very protective of food at the time. Once someone touched its territory, it would show its sharp teeth and let out a threatening growl from its throat.

"He hurts you, and I don't like him."

Wei Jing's reluctance to compromise looks like a child playing with his temper, which is completely difficult to coax.

"But he will feel very sad if he finds out, so just take a look at him, he's so cute." Wei Chu pushed the child under Wei Jing's eyes without giving up, and forced him to see it.

Wei Jing lay down with her back to Wei Chu angrily, and replied sullenly: "Don't look."

***

The morning dew covered the petals, and the sunlight reflected them brilliantly. A whole bouquet was inserted in the flower basket, one against the other, so beautiful that people stopped.

Yang Anru, who had begged her mother for a long time and was finally allowed to enter the palace with her, happily followed Princess Fuyang with a flower basket, and walked quickly to Chumian Palace.

"Mother, is sister-in-law still resting at this hour? Did we come too early?" Yang Anru asked worriedly.

Princess Fuyang shook her head and said with a smile: "Yesterday when I left, Chu Chu was asleep, but after I left, he must have kept his eyes up all night because he was concerned about the child. We came here at this time to make Chu Chu Take a rest for a while."

"It's really hard to have a baby, mother, I don't want to have one." Yang Anru said with a pout.

The mother and daughter walked into the Chumian Palace talking and laughing, and from a long distance, they saw Wei Jing who was wearing a robe sitting on the porch with a sluggish expression.

Princess Fuyang always likes to say things that make Wei Jing feel embarrassed. Seeing him alone in the yard, how can she let go of this hard-won opportunity: "Oh, our Majesty just gave birth, so don't be caught by the cold wind. It's blown to the wind and cold, so go back to the house and rest."

Wei Jing: "..."

"Hahaha," Yang Anru laughed while holding the flower basket, without the restraint that a girl should have, "Yes, Fifth Brother, you can go inside and rest, maybe you will let your sister-in-law take care of you instead .”

Wei Jing ignored her, and continued to maintain the melancholy on his face with his head downcast.

"Why are you sitting here alone and not going in to take care of Chuchu?" Princess Fuyang looked at the black and black spots under her nephew's eyes, and she knew that he must have been unable to sleep for a moment all night, and she was also a little distressed, "What's more, You have been very tired these days, so you should take a good rest."

"Just now when Doctor Xiagong came to deliver the medicine, he told me some things that need attention..." Wei Jing rubbed his forehead wearily, and sighed, "It should have been from a nanny, but Doctor Xiagong said that the child is more She is expected to be born early and her physique is a bit poor, so it should be better for Chuchu to feed her herself."

"... Feed him personally? How can this work?"

Princess Fuyang is pampered and pampered. Although she has given birth to several children, she has never experienced the pain of feeding the children herself. At this moment, she only feels that she can feel the great torture just by imagining it.

"Sister-in-law can..." Yang Anru who was listening at the side was stunned, "...feeding?!"

Wei Jing nodded: "Children can be born, so what can't be fed milk?"

"... If my sister-in-law wants to breastfeed, then my mother and I won't go in and disturb you." Yang Anru hurriedly stuffed the flower basket into Wei Jing's hands, and shouted through the door, "Sister-in-law, these are the flowers I picked early in the morning. Son, I hope you like it~"

Wei Chu's voice was not loud, but with a smile: "Thank you Anru, when I recover, I will take the child back to the Hou Mansion to play with you."

After seeing off her aunt and Yang Anru, Wei Jing returned to the bedroom.

Before he could look at the bed, he heard Wei Chu's sobs that were deliberately concealed but seemed powerless.

Wei Jing strode forward: "Chuchu? What's wrong with you?"

"A Jing..." Wei Chu's eyes were filled with tears, he raised his head and looked helplessly into Wei Jing's eyes: "It hurts...it hurts so much...I can't take it anymore."

"Where does it hurt?" Wei Jing couldn't help being dazed and nervous, and immediately squatted on the side of the bed, looking at Wei Chu from head to toe, as if she wanted to find out the painful place on his body before he answered her own question .

"Here... can't get out."

Wei Chu bit his lip, lowered his head, and quickly glanced at the layers of clothes on his chest, the astringent emotion in his eyes was self-evident.

Wei Jing took a deep breath, remembering what Doctor Xia Gong said to him before, and only then did he fully understand the meaning of those words, and his cheeks blushed suddenly:

"...Why don't I try it?"

The author has something to say:

Persimmon: I have no other intentions, just pure enthusiasm

Chu Chu: I don't believe it, can you stop laughing when you are sophistrying?

[Good night, my dears, I think I may be slow to feel pain. When I was outside today, I was wearing protective gloves and suddenly felt my hands were very wet. I looked down and saw blood on the back of my hand. I didn’t feel it at all. It hurts, and I don’t know when my hand was broken, woo woo woo, good night, babies, the current epidemic situation, everyone should pay attention to protecting yourself~]