Under the Queen Mother's scolding and restraint, Song Wenjing retracted her hand angrily and placed a kiss on Jiang Jingyu's forehead like a dragonfly.
"Ayu, we have a child."
Jiang Jingyu's red lips curled slightly, she touched her flat belly with one hand, and covered the man's excited face with her other hand.
"Well, we have a baby."
In a blink of an eye, it’s autumn again.
Under the careful care and care of Song Wenjing and the Queen Mother, the child in Jiang Jingyu's belly finally reached the age of one month.
Song Wenjing became a father for the first time. She was afraid that something might go wrong, so she sent for a dozen experienced midwives when there were still several days left before the birth.
"Auntie, would you like to have another sip?"
Song Wenjing sat beside the bed, coaxing Jiang Jingyu to take another sip of sweet porridge as if coaxing a child.
Looking at his cautious movements, Jiang Jingyu looked helpless. She opened her mouth and was about to swallow the sweet porridge that was brought to her mouth, when a strange feeling suddenly appeared in her lower abdomen.
"Ah Yu? Ah Yu, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"
Song Wenjing hurriedly put the bowl in her hand aside and looked at her nervously.
"Your Majesty, I, I seem to be giving birth."
Jiang Jingyu held her round belly, her face turned pale.
Song Wenjing grabbed her hand and shouted at the door: "Midwife, midwife, come in quickly!"
After giving an order, Song Wenjing stroked the top of Jiang Jingyu's hair with a big palm, and said in a nervous and gentle voice: "Auntie, don't be afraid. I'm here and I will always guard you."
Jiang Jingyu pushed his arm: "Your Majesty, go out and wait."
Under Jiang Jingyu's repeated emphasis, Song Wenjing finally withdrew from Fengyi Palace and waited outside the palace.
More than a dozen midwives came in one after another. One of them, about forty years old, came to the bed and looked at her pale little face and softly comforted her.
"Don't be afraid, Madam. Giving birth is the second biggest hurdle in a woman's life. It will pass if you endure it."
Jiang Jingyu let the midwife support her and lay down. Although she looked pale, she had actually taken painless delivery pills in advance and could not feel any pain.
After hearing the news, the Queen Mother hurriedly took the phoenix chariot to Fengyi Palace. After getting off the phoenix chariot, she rushed to the palace step by step.
"Queen Mother, Queen Mother, please slow down!"
The people in the palace were startled and hurriedly ran forward to help her, fearing that the Queen Mother would bump into her if she walked too fast.
When the Queen Mother arrived at Fengyi Palace, Song Wenjing was pacing outside the palace.
"Jing'er, how is Jingyu?"
The Queen Mother's voice sounded behind her, and Song Wenjing hurriedly walked towards her and took her arm from the palace people.
Song Wenjing helped the Queen Mother towards the bedroom: "Why are you here, Queen Mother?"
The Queen Mother kept her eyes on the closed bedroom door: "The Ai family heard that Jing Yu was going to give birth and were worried, so they came to take a look."
"ah--"
As soon as the Queen Mother finished speaking, Jiang Jingyu's roar came from the bedroom.
"Auntie needs me now, let me go in and take a look!"
Song Wenjing's heart beat rapidly upon hearing this, and she rushed to the bedroom without saying a word.
The Queen Mother grabbed him with quick eyes and hands, and scolded: "Come back! Why are you going in at this time to cause trouble?"
As someone who had been there, the Queen Mother knew that Jiang Jingyu didn't want Song Wenjing to see her in embarrassment at this time. Song Wenjing would not only be unable to help, but would distract Jiang Jingyu.
Song Wenjing clenched her hands into fists anxiously, but after all, she listened to the Queen Mother's words and stood still.
The Queen Mother walked to Song Wenjing and persuaded her patiently: "Jing'er, Queen Mother knows that you are anxious. Don't worry, Jingyu will be fine."
The Queen Mother kept urging Song Wenjing to relax, but her own eyebrows were twisted into a ball, and every fold on her face exuded worry.
The beads in his hand kept turning, and his eyes were always fixed on the door of the dormitory.
One after another, cries of pain came from the hall, and Song Wenjing's whole heart was pulled together. He had always been calm and his mind was in a mess at this moment. His thin lips were tightly pressed into a thin slit, and he was walking in front of the hall with his fists clenched. Walk around.
If he could, he could not wait to rush in and bear this pain for Ayu!
The Queen Mother slowly closed her eyes, kept twisting the beads with her fingers, and silently prayed for Jiang Jingyu and the child in her belly.
A quarter of an hour later.
"Wow wow——"
The baby's cry pierced the air, Song Wenjing stopped suddenly, and the Queen Mother slowly opened her eyes.
"Ah Yu!"
Song Wenjing couldn't bear it any longer and went into the palace in a flash!
The Queen Mother also had red eyes and walked towards the palace step by step.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! The Queen has given birth to a little prince!"
The midwife came over holding a wrinkled child, but Song Wenjing bypassed them and came to the bed.
"Ah Yu, Ah Yu, how are you? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Song Wenjing sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her with a distressed expression. He ignored her sweat-wet hair and pressed her thin lips directly against it.
At this time, the Queen Mother walked in, and the midwife hurriedly came forward with the little prince in her arms: "Congratulations to the Queen Mother, the Queen Mother has given birth to a little prince!"
The Queen Mother looked at the child in the midwife's arms and nodded with a smile: "Okay, okay."
Just when the midwife thought that the Queen Mother was going to hug her little grandson, the Queen Mother walked straight towards the bed.
The midwives looked at each other.
This, this, this?
Is the little prince so unpleasant? ?
The midwife held the little prince's arms tighter.
The Queen Mother came to the bed and looked at Jiang Jingyu with distressed eyes: "Jingyu, thank you for your hard work. The Queen Mother will have someone make ginseng soup to replenish your health."
Jiang Jingyu smiled slightly: "Mother, I'm fine."
The Queen Mother bent down and patted Jiang Jingyu's hand, her eyes red, and she didn't say anything.
The midwife came to the bed with the little prince in her arms again: "Congratulations to the Queen on the birth of a little prince!"
The emperor doesn't love the emperor and the grandmother, so the queen, the mother-in-law, should always love the little prince, right? ?
If the Queen doesn't love the little prince, then the little prince will be too pitiful!
Jiang Jingyu followed the sound, and the Queen Mother saw her actions and smiled: "Jingyu hasn't seen the child yet, has he? The child is very cute. Please bring the child over quickly and let Jingyu see it."
The Queen Mother moved aside and allowed the midwife to come forward with the child in her arms.
Jiang Jingyu looked at the child in the midwife's arms with joy, and her lips twitched when she saw the child with his eyes closed and his body wrinkled like a little monkey.
It’s so cute that it’s hard to put into words...
The Queen Mother saw Jiang Jingyu's expression in her eyes and said with a smile: "The child is still young. He will look better when he grows up. Jing'er was just like a little monkey when he was born."
The Queen Mother raised her hand and gently pinched the little emperor's grandson's face, the joy in her eyes almost overflowing.
"Have you chosen a name for the child?"
Song Wenjing and the Queen Mother looked at Jiang Jingyu together. Jiang Jingyu was stunned: "I'll get it?"
The Queen Mother and Song Wenjing nodded in unison and left the naming decision to Jiang Jingyu.
Jiang Jingyu paused, and his eyes fell on the child, and his eyes became much softer.
"Song Ce Yan."
