But the leisurely days soon came to an end.
Because Wang Qingluan's belly was getting bigger and bigger, and it was almost time to give birth.
As for the medical level of Datang, especially when it comes to childbirth, even though it has developed a lot in recent years, it is definitely not as good as modern times.
In the end, Tang Ping made a decision to take Wang Qingluan to modern life.
The conditions of Gou Shaoqun's private hospital are very good, and it will definitely be much safer to go there to give birth.
So Tang Ping took Wang Qingluan, Xiaoluo and Cuier directly back to modern times.
"Tang Ping, I'm... a little nervous!" Wang Qingluan took Tang Ping's hand.
"Me...me too!" Tang Ping was a little dumbfounded. Although Gu Xiaotang had a child, he didn't know it at all at the time.
So this can be regarded as the first time for a big girl to get on the sedan chair.
Seeing that Wang Qingluan was about to be sent to the delivery room, Tang Ping felt that his hands and feet were starting to feel numb. It's not that I'm afraid, I'm just nervous. I can't explain why I'm nervous.
"Don't worry, Brother Ping, I have called all the top experts in the hospital."
Gou Shaoqun patted Tang Ping and comforted him.
When Wang Qingluan entered the delivery room again, Tang Ping didn't sit down and kept wandering around outside.
"Ouch, Brother Ping, please stop spinning. It's making me dizzy!" Li Shan rolled her eyes at him: "I told you that you can enter the delivery room, but you won't go in."
"I..." Tang Ping glared at him, ignored him, and continued to circle in place.
Fortunately, there was no accident. Only about an hour after Wang Qingluan entered the delivery room, the door of the delivery room opened.
"Congratulations to Mr. Tang, you are a little princess. Mother and daughter are safe."
Looking at the hospital bed that was rolled out, Tang Ping slid over and held Wang Qingluan's hand, his voice choked up.
"No...are you okay?"
"It's okay!" Wang Qingluan's hair was wet and his face looked pale, but it was obvious that there should be no problem.
He held Tang Ping's hand and said, "She's a daughter!"
"Yeah, okay, my daughter is fine, my daughter is fine, everything is fine!"
It wasn't until he was sent back to the ward that Tang Ping finally let go of Wang Qingluan's hand, and then looked at the little thing lying next to Wang Qingluan.
"Won't you hug her?"
"That... is too small, a bit... I don't know how to get started."
Tang Ping's words made Wang Qingluan smile, and then he frowned again as he probably had a wound.
"Don't make me laugh, it hurts!"
"Okay, okay, I... I'm telling the truth!" Tang Ping only dared to look at the child's little face through the swaddling clothes.
"It's wrinkled and not pretty!"
"Tang Ping!"
"I...I'm telling the truth. A daughter like you shouldn't be as beautiful as a fairy?"
"You know nothing!" Wang Qingluan uttered a rare expletive: "The daughter was just born and hasn't grown yet, of course that's the case!"
He asked Tang Ping to shake the bed, and he carefully picked up his daughter: "Look at this little face, how cute it is, how ugly is it? Look at your eyes, even though they are closed, do your eyelashes look like mine? And this little mouth, isn’t it exactly the same as mine?”
Tang Ping looked hard and looked again, but still couldn't see what the resemblance was.
"The nose looks just like you, but luckily only the nose looks like you!"
"What do you mean? It means that my whole face has only one nose, right?"
"Tang Ping!" Wang Qingluan frowned again: "I told you not to make me laugh!"
"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong!"
While the two were talking, the little girl in Wang Qingluan's hand suddenly opened her mouth and started crying.
The loud voice startled Tang Ping.
"To be honest, I think this girl can participate in The Voice of Tang Dynasty in the future!"
"I know you're a talker, so get out."
"Why are you going out?"
"Don't you see she's hungry? I need to feed her!"
When Tang Ping heard the word breastfeeding, he subconsciously looked at Wang Qingluan, then made a sound and swallowed.
"Tang Ping!" Wang Qingluan's originally pale face suddenly turned crimson: "Are you going to die?"
"Okay, okay, I'll go out, and I'll ask Xiaoluo and Cui'er to come in and take care of you!"
After walking out of the room, standing on the corridor, looking at the moon in the sky, Tang Ping suddenly felt that all of this was real and unreal.
A little girl, just a little bit wrinkled, but it seemed like she could tell from her brows and eyes that she was her and Wang Qingluan's child.
Just...just such a little life...appeared suddenly.
She will cry and look at you. When you put your finger on her hand, she will hold it tightly and let you feel her warmth.
"How's it going? Brother Ping, would you like a cup?" Gou Shaoqun handed over a cup of coffee, and the three of them clinked the cups with their backs against the corridor.
"After seeing this in your family, suddenly I also want a daughter." Gou Shaoqun looked at Tang Ping: "How about you keep her here and I can raise her for you?"
"Get out!" Tang Ping rolled his eyes at him.
In fact, he hesitated at first whether to leave his daughter in modern times. After all, current medical and other conditions are better than those in the Tang Dynasty.
His current financial strength allows her to live a very perfect life in modern times.
But when Gou Shaoqun asked just now, he immediately knew that it was impossible. Although the two father and daughter had just met, the feeling of being connected by blood was something he couldn't let go of!
"By the way, have you given a name?" What Li Shan asked was quite reliable: "She was born here. You can get her identity first. It will be convenient for anything in the future."
"I've got a name." Because they knew this was a daughter as early as the color ultrasound, Tang Ping and Wang Qingluan also prepared many names for her, and finally decided to call her Tang Tang.
Tang Ping and Wang Qingluan were both quite satisfied with the name, but Li Yuanji's uncles were not satisfied and felt that the name was too meaningless.
Li Shimin even asked Qin Tianjian to calculate the child's birth date and then asked Yu Shinan and other great scholars in the court to name the child, but Tang Ping refused.
In Tang Ping's words, if his name is Ping, he will be fine.
As for my daughter, as long as her name is the word "sugar", her life will be sweet in the future.
Seeing Tang Ping and his wife being so persistent, they had no choice.
I can only ask that the eldest son in the family must refer to their opinions in the future and not give such an unimpressive name again.
"Master..." Xiao Luo stuck out her little head and stuck out her tongue: "Should I call you Master from now on? Because I want to call you Miss Tangtang!"
"Just call her Young Master!" Tang Ping rubbed her head: "From now on, just call her Tang Tang. When she gets older, I'll call you aunt."
"Ah, can you call me aunt?" Xiao Luo's eyes narrowed into crescent moons with a smile: "Oh, by the way, Tang Tang is asleep. Princess, please come in."
"Okay!" Tang Ping patted Gou Shaoqun and Li Shan: "Thank you, you should go back and rest early!"
"Okay, come see our goddaughter tomorrow."
