Time passed bit by bit, the sky was already dark, and the lamp stands on the second floor were filled with oil lamps.
The painful shouts and Wen Po's encouragement never stopped in the room.
Listening to the painful sounds in the room getting hoarse, the group could only wait anxiously outside the delivery room.
Suddenly, there was a loud cry in the delivery room, which shocked everyone!
Fang Zhengyi and Emperor Jing Li Yuanzhao looked at each other for a few times, with joy in their eyes.
gave birth! gave birth!
The next moment, Po Wen opened the door and walked out with a happy face.
Fang Zheng was about to rush in as soon as he was worried, his heart was scratching like a cat, and he wanted to go in and see how Li Miaohan was doing.
Po Wen quickly stretched out her hand to block him and said: "Congratulations to Mr. Fang, congratulations to Mr. Fang, mother and son are safe! Mr. Fang, you can't come in yet, please stay a little longer!"
When the word "peace" came into his ears, Fang Zhengyi felt weak all over and almost collapsed on the ground. Fortunately, Li Yuanzhao helped him in time.
Fang Zheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "As long as everything is fine, is the child a boy or a girl?"
Po Wen was stunned.
"I'll go back and take a look!"
After that, he turned around and entered.
"Master Fang, it's a man!" A voice came from the ward.
Fang Zhengyi showed a demented smile.
Good boy, boys will be strong laborers in the future.
Emperor Jing looked at Fang Zhengyi in silence, with relief in his eyes.
It seems that he is really anxious and is really interested in Miaohan.
"Zhengyi, you said that mother and child are safe, but you also asked the man and woman if the child's name has been decided yet?"
When Emperor Jing asked, Fang Zhengyi remembered.
The child's name hasn't been decided yet, but they had already discussed this issue more than once when Li Miaohan was pregnant.
Fang Zheng's names were rejected one by one.
At this moment, Emperor Jing mentioned it again, and Fang Zhengyi began to think about it again.
Fang Yun, Fang Qiangdong, Fang Feite, Fang Busi,... Since Miaohan couldn't accept it, his father-in-law certainly couldn't accept it either. What a good name, but it's a pity that it doesn't suit the climate, so he can only choose a localized name.
"After I have thought about it, I will ask him to work."
"The reason why he was named Lao Lao has a profound meaning. Our family has been diligent for generations, taking pride in working for the country and disciplining others and ourselves. Now the next generation must continue to pass on the tradition of loving labor and let others listen to it. I just want to work actively. To be honest, my sons and ministers all want to change their name to this name so that they can always motivate their subordinates and contribute to the country."
Li Yuanzhao laughed out loud, covered his mouth quickly, and then said after regaining his composure: "Old Fang, I thought you had to name him Fang Aiguo, Fang Aimin or something like that, but I didn't expect it could be more rustic! Labor! Okay, this is a good name!”
These two shameless bastards! You are already a father, why are you teasing me with my grandson?
Emperor Jing twitched his lips, first glared at Li Yuanzhao angrily, then looked at Fang Zheng and said coldly: "Then you can call me Fang Laodong from now on! I will come and pick my grandson's name myself."
"Well....."
While she was talking, Po Wen walked out of the ward again with her baby in her arms, approached Fang Zhengyi and said, "Mr. Fang, please take a look at the child. The house is still being tidied up. When it is tidied up, you can go and see the princess."
Emperor Jing and Li Yuanzhao also approached to take a look at the newborn.
Fang Zheng looked at the infant child and frowned.
I saw a wrinkled child lying inside the swaddling clothes, looking like a little old man.
She doesn't cry much now, and her little hands are holding her unconsciously.
Good looks are out of the question. To say he is ugly is to praise him.
Although he is his own son, he does not seem to be as ecstatic as he imagined.
"It's so ugly." Fang Zhengyi sighed.
"Yes, why do you look like this? You are not fresh at all. You are not sick, right?" Li Yuanzhao added in a daze.
Emperor Jing happened to look over and was furious when he heard this: "You two unlearned beasts! This is what babies are like when they are born. They will look better after some time."
As he spoke, he snatched the swaddling clothes, gently held Fang Laoyong in his arms, and teased him with his fingers: "How ugly is this child? Look at how his eyebrows look like mine."
"Father, he hasn't grown eyebrows yet." Li Yuanzhao reminded him thoughtfully.
Fang Zhengyi nodded.
"Get out! You all get out of here, why don't you go see how Miaohan is doing!?" Emperor Jing was furious.
Even if Li Yuanzhao is usually stupid, Fang Zhengyi is not very smart today.
The two of them were working together, and if he said one more thing, he would be so angry that he would have a cerebral hemorrhage!
Not long after, the ward was tidied up, and Po Wen opened the door and signaled that Fang Zhengyi could enter.
Fang Zheng hurriedly entered the house, and Emperor Jing followed him holding the child.
Li Miaohan's face was pale at the moment and she was lying on the bed sickly. When Fang Zheng came, she forced a smile and said, "Husband, where is my son?"
"How are you? My son is being held by his father. Don't worry about him. He's fine."
Emperor Jing held the baby in his arms, sat on the edge of the bed and handed Fang Laoyang to Li Miaohan, saying softly: "Miaohan, the child is well, you should take a good rest first."
Li Miaohan looked at the swaddled 'little old man' with blood on his face, and he actually pushed up half of his body to hold the child.
Fang Zhengyi quickly held her down and said, "Listen to Father, you should rest first, and then hold her again after you have rested. The child is still ugly right now."
Li Miaohan opened her beautiful eyes wide, stared at Fang Zhengyi slowly, and said angrily: "How could anyone talk about his child like that? Don't you like him?"
"I like it, I like it very much..." Fang Zheng laughed awkwardly.
"Father, have you decided on the child's name?" Li Miaohan asked weakly.
Emperor Jing thought about it and said, "When you're done, let's call Chen Yu. I'll borrow Chen Yu's help from thousands of miles away, and I'll take it with restraint."
Li Miaohan nodded happily.
As expected of his father, his name is much more reliable than that of his husband.
I even had to name my child Fang Einstein before, which made my stomach hurt from anger.
Fang Zheng curled his lips.
The name was chosen too often, and it is not as grand and practical as Fang Laoyong!
My son will definitely be in management in the future. This leader is called Lao Lao. Do the people below dare to lie down?
It's a pity...someone doesn't know the goods.
Afterwards, several people gathered around the child and started chatting. The delivery room was filled with a warm atmosphere.
Emperor Jing held Fang Chenyu and shook him gently, patting his hands from time to time, his face full of doting.
When he was so amused, he even stretched out his fingers to tap his little mouth.
Fang Zheng felt a little unhygienic when he saw it. He hesitated several times, but finally held back.
If the elderly like to tease children, let them tease them... If you are not afraid of getting dirty, just cultivate your resistance.
Fang Zhengyi asked: "Your Majesty, I heard that Wei Liangdi is going to give birth in the next two days. I wonder how the palace is preparing?"
Emperor Jing said: "Well, I heard from the Imperial Hospital that it only lasts a few days. But you gave me a good sign here. I hope everything goes well in the palace."
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