After a while, Aunt Qi and Aunt Lan helped the queen over. Although the queen was still very weak, she was still very excited and happy about the birth of the child.
After entering the room, he comforted and greeted Leng Xiao, and then hurriedly went to see the child.
The Empress Dowager had not seen the Queen for some days. Seeing that she had become much thinner and her eye sockets were sunken, she couldn't help but feel a trace of love. When she handed the child to her, she said: "The Queen should also take care of herself." It’s your body.”
The Empress has never been favored by the Empress Dowager, but now that she heard these words of concern, her eyes suddenly warmed up, "Yes, I understand, thank you very much for your concern, Mother."
The Queen Mother asked with a smile: "Look at these two children, how cute they are. Queen, look at them, who do they look like?"
The queen looked at it with a long-lost smile on her face, "She looks like a prince, but also a bit like a princess. It's so beautiful."
"Yes, they all look like..." The Empress Dowager looked at the doll. In fact, she wanted to say that the forehead, eyebrows, and eyes looked very much like the emperor. This was naturally because Nangong Yitian was also somewhat similar to the emperor.
But thinking of the emperor's paranoid thoughts, the Queen Mother felt as if a layer of haze had filled her heart.
Aunt Zhu and Nurse Xu came in to serve Leng Xiao drinking soup. Only then did Nangong Yitian let her go and took the bowl, "I'll feed her."
Leng Xiao sat up and said, "No need to feed me, why am I so delicate?"
"Let me serve you, otherwise it will appear that I have done nothing and I am not at ease." Nangong Yitian insisted. In the whole matter, he felt like a demented outsider.
Leng Xiao looked at him, feeling warm in her heart, "Okay then."
Spoonfuls of soup were fed into Leng Xiao's mouth. In fact, she had no appetite yet and was very tired after giving birth. However, the care and pampering from her husband was also a great psychological comfort.
"Does it taste good? Do you want another bowl?" Nangong Yitian asked softly.
"That's enough, I want to see the child." Leng Xiao hadn't taken a good look at the two little bastards yet.
"I'll go and bring them over." Nangong Yitian also wanted to take a look, so he stood up and walked over, looking at the two children held by the Empress Dowager. Their little faces were buried in the swaddling clothes. They were pink and really cute.
"Finally remember to look at the child?" The Empress Dowager smiled, "Come on, hold her, the Ai family's hands are sore."
Nangong Yitian carefully picked up the child. As a father for the second time, he was no longer so clumsy, and his gestures of holding the child seemed very skillful.
Before I held the child in my arms, I had no feelings for the two children, but after holding them in my hands, my heart seemed to be hit hard by something, and the innate feelings between father and son emerged spontaneously.
He held the child in front of Leng Xiao, raised his slightly moist eyes and looked at her, "Daughter-in-law, this is our son."
Leng Xiao looked sideways at the two identical children, feeling very fulfilled, happy and a little sad, but then she asked in shock: "It's so similar, the babies are also the same, can you tell who is who? Which one is the old one?" Two, is that the third child?"
Nangong Yitian was startled, "Yes, how do we distinguish them? They are all the same."
The Empress Dowager and Ming Wudao also came over and looked at it carefully, but they didn't even think of this problem just now.
These two little faces look exactly the same. Their eyebrows, noses, hair, and lips are so similar.
Po Wen came over with a smile and said: "You can't tell them apart now, but look at their backs. They each have birthmarks, and they are all different. The birthmarks of the second emperor's grandson are like a cloud, and the birthmarks of the third emperor's grandson are like a cloud. Sun’s looks like a heart.”
Nangong Yitian immediately dug the child out of its swaddling clothes, turned it over and looked at its back. Sure enough, there were birthmarks, and they were different.
The birthmark on the second child is said to be a cloud, but it looks like a cotton ball, but there is no difference.
The third child is indeed like a peach heart, about the size of a fingertip, with a light red color that is not obvious, maybe because the delicate skin is also pink.
