On the afternoon of the second day of December, the two little guys in Lu Qing's belly finally couldn't bear the urge to come into this world.
At that time, Lu Qing was reading with Brother Yu and Brother Jiu when she suddenly felt a stomachache.
Wu Shuang was called to take the children away, and Lu Qing was helped into the delivery room.
With the experience of the first two productions, there was no panic at Jinshiyuan, and everyone was carrying out preparations in an orderly manner.
Aunt Zhong got the news and rushed to Jinyiyuan as soon as possible. It was she who sent someone to report the news to Yan Fuguang.
In the delivery room, Lu Qing's lips were so painful that her lips turned white, and the hair on her forehead stuck tightly to her skin. She did not cry out.
Po Wen observed her for a moment and said to her: "Concubine, wait a moment, it will be soon!"
The baby wouldn't be born for a while, so Grandma Zhong asked the small kitchen to make some food for Lu Qing, and she stayed with Lu Qing.
"I will send someone to call His Highness. Your Highness will be back soon."
Lu Qing took a breath, and the pain seemed to lessen.
Yan Fuguang hurriedly hurried back and finally came back. He was about to rush into the delivery room without even thinking, but was finally stopped by Granny Zhong.
Knowing that he would not listen to anything else, Madam Zhong moved Lu Qing out: "You are cold, and the concubine cannot catch cold. Your Highness, please wait outside the delivery room."
Lu Qing didn't want him to see her embarrassment. She took a deep breath and said to the person outside the door: "Your Highness, I'm fine. Don't come in."
Since she wouldn't let him in, he would obey, "Okay, I won't go in. I'll wait for you at the door. I'll wait for you at the door."
Even though it was not his first time becoming a father, Yan Fuguang was a bit nervous and worried.
He stood expressionlessly in the corridor, with a layer of snow on the cloak on his shoulders and snowflakes on his hair and eyelashes, but he didn't seem to notice it and stood motionless, listening to the few painful screams she occasionally made from inside. moan.
From dawn to dusk, no one could persuade him, and he stayed outside the delivery room.
The cold wind swept across, the wind and snow invaded, and Yan Fuguang, whose hands and feet were frozen and stiff, finally heard the baby's cry. Then everyone in the delivery room breathed a sigh of relief and shouted happily: "Girl is born, baby is born! The first one is my daughter." !”
He clenched his fists and couldn't let go.
"There's one more! Concubine, try your best, there's one more!"
Lu Qing followed Wen Po's guidance and gave birth to their little son after a cup of tea.
"A son and a daughter! Congratulations to Your Highness and Concubine!"
The entire Jinshiyuan was filled with joy, and the servants were kneeling down to congratulate them.
Yan Fuguang slowly let out the breath he had been holding in his heart and asked about Lu Qing's situation in the delivery room.
"Slaves, please clean up your Highness first, before you come in!"
It was cold outside, and Grandma Zhong didn't even take the child out immediately to show Yan Fuguang.
The maids tidied up Lu Qing, who had fallen asleep due to exhaustion, and then Aunt Zhong invited Yan Fuguang in.
"Your Highness, this is sister..." She lovingly hugged the little girl who was still wrinkled after being born. She wanted to show Yan Fuguang, who had always wanted a daughter, first, but she saw him going straight to the bed.
Thinking of what Aunt Zhong said about the coldness in his body just now, Yan Fuguang did not touch Lu Qing.
He half-crouched beside the bed, looking at her pale face, his heart clenching: "How is she?"
"My concubine is tired and needs to take a rest. Don't worry too much."
After hearing this, Yan Fuguang turned his attention to the little girl in Aunt Zhong's arms.
Aunt Zhong said happily: "The young lady and the young master are both healthy."
Yan Fuguang glanced at his youngest daughter and son for a few times to make sure they were okay, then returned to Lu Qing.
The smell of blood in the delivery room was very strong, and Lu Qing couldn't sleep well. Yan Fuguang wanted to take her back to the bedroom.
"Will it hurt if I touch her?"
Aunt Zhong also saw that her daughter and son were not as important as Lu Qing in Yan Fuguang's heart.
After receiving her answer, Yan Fuguang carefully wrapped Lu Qing tightly in a quilt, then leaned over to pick her up and took her back to the bedroom where a brazier had been burned to keep her warm.
After struggling for a long time, Lu Qing still didn't wake up, obviously she was very tired.
Yan Fuguang stayed quietly for a while, then went to the clean room to take a bath to wash away the coldness from his body. He lay down next to Lu Qing.
Listening to her breathing, Yan Fuguang kissed her forehead.
Lu Qing began her difficult journey of confinement. Fortunately, it was already December, and the rule of not washing her hair or taking a bath was more bearable than in the summer.
She woke up feeling better after a nap.
Eating the porridge that Yan Fuguang fed into her mouth with a spoonful, she smiled and asked, "Sister and brother, Your Highness, have you seen them? I remember that my brother cried a lot when he was born. I'm afraid he is naughty again."
Yan Fuguang hummed: "I saw them last night. They are very beautiful, just like you."
Lu Qing fell asleep yesterday before she had time to see her children. She couldn't wait to ask Ji Qin to bring the children.
The long-awaited daughter finally arrived, and Lu Qing looked at her first.
The little bundle was wrapped in pink swaddling clothes and fell asleep quietly and obediently.
Yan Fuguang also came over to take a closer look, and came to the same conclusion: "If he looks like you, he will definitely be beautiful in the future."
She already had experience and knew that children look better as they grow older. Lu Qing was very happy to be coaxed and replied politely: "They all say that daughters will look more like their fathers. If you were born well, our daughters will definitely look the same." .”
After watching my daughter, it’s time to watch my son.
The little guy cries loudly and cries more easily than the previous three brothers. He also likes to do things that make it thunder but not rain.
Yan Fuguang took one look at him and said, "He looks even naughtier than Brother Jiu."
Lu Qing scolded him: "You're still young, what can you tell? Besides, our ninth brother is not naughty."
Brother Jiu was a bit stubborn and had a bad temper, but he looked like a good boy in every aspect. Lu Qing liked him so much that he subconsciously refuted Yan Fuguang's words.
"Yes, yes, you are right." Yan Fuguang asked his servants to take the child down, and he helped Lu Qing lie down, "Our children are all good children. You haven't recovered yet, so lie down and rest. "
Lu Qing couldn't bear the sleepiness, so Yan Fuguang coaxed her for a while and then she fell into sleep.
After receiving the news in the palace, Emperor Xihe came to the Prince's Mansion without stopping, and Yan Fuguang was called out to receive his father.
"Dragon and phoenix twins! Come on, show me these two little guys!"
Emperor Xihe couldn't go to Jinxiyuan, so he waited for Yan Fuguang to come over in Hemingyuan.
He had heard from Aunt Zhong and Fang Jinbao that the two little guys were healthy and well-born, and would definitely be successful in the future.
Emperor Xihe felt itchy after hearing this, but Yan Fuguang said, "It's too cold and the children will catch a cold if they are carried out. Father, please come visit them in a few days."
In the dead of winter, how could a newborn baby be carried all the way from Jinshiyuan to Hemingyuan?
"I was negligent. You really can't let the child catch a cold!" It didn't matter that Emperor Xihe didn't see his grandchildren. He quickly fought for the right to name himself, "What's the child's name?"
Yan Fuguang thought for a while and readily gave the task of naming his youngest son to Emperor Xihe.
"I have thought about my daughter's name before, but I haven't decided on my son's name yet..."
"Then just stop thinking about it and leave it to me!"
Emperor Xihe was happy, and Yan Fuguang asked the three brothers Lan to come and chat with their grandfather. Emperor Xihe kept grinning when he returned to the palace.
