Chapter 54: 蒂落

Zong Zhenglin was just anxious in the outside, and the painful voice of Mu Xiyao in his ear had already rang for two hours. I was about to let the doctor think of the childbirth, but suddenly there was a loud noise in the middle of it, mixed with the angry anger of the little woman.
This time, Zong Zhenglin’s robes are a glimpse, and stepping forward is going to see what happens. This is still true, isn’t it a slave who can’t wait for it, and is it mad at the festival?
When the big manager said Tian Fushan, he would soon slam the curtain into the temple and rush to catch up with the people.
Zong Zhenglin was impatient and was about to push people. He saw a rush of sweat and rushed out, and quickly said the situation of Mu Qi.
It was learned that it was not an accident, but that the little woman had lost her temper and delayed production. Zong Zhenglin was so up-and-coming, and a fist squatted on the side of the case, and the tea sizzle jumped.
The six halls were burned in anger, and the woman was so eager to tell her that she would forget about it in a blink of an eye.
Since Wen Sheng appeases useless, look at each other and simply change the way. Treating this woman to Mu Xiyao is really a bit soft.
The man’s voice was loud and firm, and he warned against the house.
Side on the side, and then dare to make a fuss. After half a year of postpartum, the lake in Beijing is invalid!

Zong Zhenglin was very decisive this time, taking her most disgusted forbidden and long-lost amusements.
The Sixth Highness was also suffocated, and he had never heard of the birth of a child. He had to rely on threats to be obedient.
Silent for a moment, the woman inside shouted sharply, "Zong Zhenglin, you bastard!" Full of gas, steady.
After that, it stopped and it was clear that the previous warnings worked.
Seeing that Mu Xiyao was restrained, Zong Zhenglin was relieved.
This woman's production is like a ghost gate, and she can't help her. Now he can be regarded as a clear way, the woman's temperament can only be pressed, otherwise it will give you a nose and face.
As for the "jerk"? Zong Zhenglin’s lips twitched and snorted, and this account was more than one! On the contrary, there is no discomfort to Mu Xiyao calling him a name, and there is no difference.
The two men confronted each other sharply inside and outside the curtain, and did not care about the people around them scared to death.
The royal doctor is sweating outside, and the ear is still echoing the word "bastard" in the side of the mouth. The whole person is stupid, obviously scared.
The six imperial palaces are really scary. The sidelines are so fierce, and the Highness is not too much.
It is the most common child in a woman's family, who has experienced many twists and turns, scaring people's hearts and minds are shaking. There are only a lot of offenses and taboos in the words, and it is rare that there is no on-the-spot attack.
The big manager, Tian Fushan, could not bury himself. His Highness is now innocent to take care of them. If you return to God and think of it, you may be unlucky.
The people who waited for the production in the house were pale and sweaty.
The side smashing production is so confusing that even dare to export!
I don't know how to deal with this shocking master when I will be there, and they don't want to get it. Nowadays, I have to hurry to have a son, and I am looking forward to the joy of the next moment, forgetting about it.
Mu Xiyao screamed at the end with the courage of madness. Before he was brave, he was threatened by Zong Zhenglin’s teachings. He had to lie back and continue to produce honestly.
So the Molan Lanlan was so long that he was exporting gas and spreading such a master. It was too much worry.
After another half of the hour, the baby’s loud crying sounded in the delivery room, and the sound was deafening.
Mu Xiyao only felt that she was loose, and she couldn’t support her, and she couldn’t support it anymore.
Zong Zhenglin squeezed the seat back in one hand and stood in the hall with a frown. He heard the baby crying and the next person congratulated the road, and immediately stood up, staring at the door of the house.
Zhao Wei came out with a curtain, his face was full of smiles, a burst of good news, and his mother and son were safe, and Zong Zhenglin took a half-day heart to fall back to the original place.
The gaze was set in the middle of Zhao Yu’s arms, and he reached out with a stiff and careful hand, and took a closer look in his arms.
The child is very healthy, and he is crying, sounding loud and full of energy. The folds on the face are very shallow, and the chubby look is sturdy. Gently patted, only slowly calmed down, Nunu mouth, arched the small head, the hustle and bustle is not trouble.
Zong Zhenglin looked at his son's small group, his eyebrows were quite similar to his own, and his heart was soft and messy. The joy of being a father at first, hanging on his face, rarely reveals a smile in front of people.
Zhao Wei looked at His Royal Highness and smiled in his heart. His heart was also sighed. It was really bloody, and the coldness was as warm as His Royal Highness. Gently said that the child did not wind, then picked up and hugged back to the delivery room.
Zong Zhenglin clenched his hands and held his son's hands. The heart was very satisfied. Finally, she had the son of her birth, or the eldest son of the government.
Let Tian Fushan appreciate everyone, and carefully look at the side and the little master, and then feel free to go back to the house to wash. Sixth Highness, but even riding a two-day horse, and then staying in the middle of the night, until the support of Mu Xiyao, the child was relieved.
In the early days of the palace, Shu Shu got good news, and the surprise was mixed. All day long, she was smiling and eager to praise Mu, and it was a good one. Yuan Chengdi even laughed and praised the sentence well. Jinkou Yuyan’s three days will go personally.
The emperor who got the news was immediately dissatisfied. How does the old man value the eldest son of the sixth son alone, but also personally? This is a blessing that even the eldest son of the prince does not have. Can the eldest son of Muss’s birth be able to cross the eldest son’s eldest son? For a time, I kept guessing the heart of my father.
Yuan Chengdi really paid attention to Zong Zhenglin's son. Now that I have finally fulfilled my wish, I am happy for a while, naturally I have to go and see, this Emperor Sun really hoped for a long time.
By the way, by washing three, and slightly testing the group of slaves, you have to settle in a suitable position earlier, and prepare for the northwest war next year.
Waiting for Mu Xiyao to wake up again, it is already the second day of the afternoon. Only when I opened my eyes, I saw Zong Zhenglin sitting side by side and closing his eyes. At the bedside is a children's shaker that she specially made. I can't see the children, I only see the big hands that Zong Zhenglin is holding on.
"Wake up?" Zong Zhenglin heard Mu Xiyao's movement, and blinked to see the joy and warmth in her nephew.
"His Royal Highness." Mu Xiyao's voice was dumb, looking at the man's focused gaze, his lips rising.
It is not uncomfortable to raise a child with such a man. At least in the era of Dawei, it is not easy to have a husband who cares about himself. How many family women, men can not be a pet in their lives, can only be alive, empty life, how sad.
Zong Zhenglin gently lifted Mu Xiyao, called people to come in to serve the washing, and fed the warm water fish, only to hold the child to show her.
"Son daughter?" She was too noisy, and she didn't know anything after she passed out.
Zong Zhenglin looked at her and smiled at her. "Nature is a son."
This woman is definitely a daughter. The objects she makes are all pink and yellow. I still don't like to listen to my advice. It’s good now, see how she cleans up.
Mu Xiyao stared at the tightly wrapped shackles and bitterly. Empiricism kills people!
She doesn't want to think about it. She is very fond of the government, and she is happy soon. Can this be compared with the last generation?
Mu Xiyao took care of it carefully and carefully looked at the fat boy in his arms. He only thought that he was like a Zong Zhenglin, and he was not happy. Why do you have to be pregnant in October, and you are tortured, but you have a son like Zong Zhenglin?
"Why is the child like the Highness of the Highness, and there is nothing to follow?" Mu Xiyao looked at Zong Zhenglin, and the eyes were hydrated. It was very pitiful.
Sixth Hall of the Face pumping, which woman is not ecstatic because the child born is more like a cockroach, only she has to fight for a long, really grinding.
Zong Zhenglin cares about her hard work, but she is helpless and can only comfort. "The son's earlobe is round and the blessing is similar to you."