Ren Zecheng hurriedly ran away from the imperial hospital. The eunuch came in a hurry. Ren Zecheng really thought that something was wrong with the imperial concubine. Finally, when he arrived at Yongfu Palace, he took a pulse and asked what happened just now. Man, this is a simple matter. It's just fetal movement.
After Ren Zecheng finished talking about the pulse diagnosis, he found his cousin sitting next to him and immediately realized the truth. The person who made the fuss must not be the imperial concubine.
And he repeatedly guaranteed that the prince in his mother's belly was healthy, so his cousin took him to the outside. It was not his first time to be a father, so he ended up like this!
Ren Zecheng was speechless, but it was the emperor who pulled him out. With his mother on his head, he did not dare to disobey the emperor's order in front of his cousin. He only dared to act coquettishly and cutely.
Outside, Ren Zecheng raised his hand and swore, "Cousin, the child in your belly is really fine. His pulse is jumping. You can also have an ordinary pulse. Otherwise, you can go and check it yourself."
This was the first time that Xiao Chengyan had heard and seen that a child could still move in its mother's belly. He touched Ningxi's belly through his clothes and thought that it was great to be able to grow up with this child by his side.
From the beginning of pregnancy to the first fetal movement in the mother's belly, he was by his side and slowly grew up with him. He even touched the first fetal movement with his own hands. This child carried so much for him.
Ningxi could see that Xiao Chengyan was excited, but she didn't show too much emotion. She probably guessed that the emperor had not been in contact with many children since he was a child.
"They say that a daughter is her father's lover in his previous life. It's true. Look at your little lover, you even informed her father of the news in her mother's belly."
When Xiao Chengyan heard Ning Xi say that the child was a daughter again, he couldn't help but feel disappointed, "Does Xi'er really want a daughter that much?"
He did know that the Chen family and the Ning family were particularly concerned about this child. The important point was certainly not because the concubine would get more favors from the emperor by winning a boy. All they thought about was that the concubine would give the emperor a little princess.
They wanted daughters, but he wanted sons so that he could raise the next generation of emperors.
His father was older than him when he ascended the throne, but at that time he already had two children, but now he only has one son, and if the information he collected is correct, that child may not have been born to him.
"Your Majesty, it's not the concubine who wants you, but the one you have in your belly is a daughter."
Ningxi didn't want her children to compete for the throne. She was already tired of managing the harem affairs, let alone being in charge of everything in the world.
"Now that the child has not been born, nothing is final."
Be stubborn, Ningxi didn't hesitate to waste words with him, anyway, she prepared what her daughter needed as usual.
There was no doubt that she was her daughter based on her diet and her pulse. However, she did not tell her grandfather and the others about the news. Firstly, although she felt that her pulse was correct, it was just like the emperor said that the child was not born and nothing was conclusive; secondly, she felt that her pulse was correct. Well, because Ningxi was afraid that if she spread the word orally, her grandfather and grandmother would rush back from Zhuangzi immediately. Why bother bothering the two old people in such a hot weather? Let's keep it a secret for now.
"The child is now more than four months old and will be born in less than six months. During this period, I have to look through ancient books and poems to give the child a name."
You are full of poetry and literature, but you still need to read the book and come up with a name. If you know how to name your child, why don’t you write the love poems you owe me and send them to me when you have the time?
Ningxi took a deep breath, stood up and said leisurely: "Has the Emperor been free recently?"
Xiao Chengyan glanced at her, not knowing what he meant, "It's okay."
"Hey, the eldest prince gave me a poem he wrote himself a few days ago. If the emperor is free, why don't you come and comment on it?"
I am making insinuations here just because I want to read the love poems of a generation of emperors.
"Write a love poem to you in the night?" Xiao Chengyan's tone was a little sour for some reason, but he didn't notice it at all.
Moreover, Xiao Chengyan, who had been jealous before, clearly grasped the key points of Ningxi's words. It was not easy. It was the first time he knew the hidden meaning of his noble concubine's words.
Speaking of love poems, Xiao Chengyan was thinking about it when he was first asked by Ningxi. However, he really didn't have the talent to write love poems and couldn't write them. He gradually stopped mentioning them when she saw them.
Who would have thought that although she didn't mention it on her lips, she always remembered it in her heart.
"Your Majesty, come and take a look!" Ningxi took out a small box from the cabinet in the house, opened it, and found a stack of letter paper inside.
Zhang Zhang's handwriting is immature and the content is astringent. What a good boy, I don't think he can do this.
Xiao Chengyan sighed unconsciously, worried, really sad, he couldn't be allowed to discuss this kind of matter with Ning Honghui and Ren Zecheng.
The most important thing is that he is a little embarrassed. If he were ten or eight years younger, he would be shameless, and he would not take it seriously even if he plagiarizes others.
But now he is twenty-four and has a child. If he works hard to compose a poem for the sake of his child, it shouldn't be difficult.
"I see that Ye'er only cares about having fun lately and has completely forgotten about studying. She actually says some useless words and her handwriting is not good enough."
After Xiao Chengyan took the box, he flipped through three or four pictures in succession. The content showed that the little teacher's hand skills were much better than before, but his wording had not improved much.
Xiao Ye's handwriting was really ugly. He had never touched a brush before he was young. When he first started writing and copying, he didn't have a serious teacher to guide him. It was really ugly.
However, Ningxi still treasured it all and received it in the box. After putting it away, he said: "No matter what, this is what the child wants. It's hard to practice handwriting slowly. The eldest prince is only five years old. Could it be that the emperor is so young? Can write well."
Xiao Chengyan wanted to say that he was indeed good at handwriting at the age of five, but then he thought of Xiao Ye's situation, but after Ning Xi's words, Xiao Chengyan finally agreed.
"At first, I found Master Du's son because I thought this child was young and cautious, but now~"
Now Xiao Ye was having fun with his little teacher all day long, but he refused to put any effort into his studies.
At this point, Ningxi might as well feel that it is a good time for such an older child to have fun, run more, jump more, eat more, and grow taller.
But as of today, it seems that if you indulge his temper, you need to find a teacher who can restrain him.
Xiao Chengyan was afraid that he would get bored playing with things, and he was already thinking about whether to add a new teacher to him. Two teachers, one quiet and one active, would work together.
With new ideas, Xiao Chengyan decided to settle things soon, which would save him, the eldest prince, from writing love poems or carving puppets all day long.
At this moment, Xiao Ye, who was playing wantonly with his teacher Du Xiao in the pavilion of the Royal Garden, didn't know that his hard days were about to start from the next moment.
