The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister - Chapter 827

   Chapter 827 Fanwai _ The Empress and the Baby [End]

if it is possible.

  Siyu hopes that what he has experienced is a nightmare, and when he wakes up, he will have a cute and lovely little Ah Zhao.

   But reality is cruel.

   He suffered for ten months and looked forward to his daughter for ten months, but he finally failed.

   After hearing the news of the birth of the little prince, the first reaction of the civil and military officials was ecstasy. Dasheng finally had the next successor.

   Immediately afterwards, he snickered in his heart.

   His Majesty was looking forward to the little princess so much, and after ten months of anticipation and torture, it was all wrong.

   Although very disappointed.

  Ke woke up and saw Song Zhao and the baby prince lying on the bed.

  Siyu’s heart was filled with great warmth and satisfaction.

   He sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over and pressed the tip of his nose to Song Zhao’s cheek, and said sincerely, “It’s hard work Queen.”

   “It’s probably because of you that you’ve worked hard.” Song Zhao didn’t suffer much during her pregnancy and even childbirth, but Siyu suffered a lot. She smiled and said, “If it weren’t for you, I might be the one who would suffer from the pain.”

   “Don’t talk about it…” Si Yu frowned slightly, and now he seems to still feel the heart-piercing pain at that time. The more he thinks about it, the more he finds his son unpleasant.

   “Why is it not a daughter, I obviously have counted everything… They say sour son and spicy daughter, how can I still be a son after eating so many chili peppers?”

“What’s wrong with being a son?” Song Zhao was unhappy, she was very protective of her child, “Look at how beautiful our baby is, it is much more delicate and beautiful than other babies’ babies, not worse than the girl’s family. Ah, he must be a beautiful man in the future.”

   Siyu glanced at his son.

indeed.

The little prince has perfectly inherited the good looks of him and Song Zhao, with a round head, pointed chin, big eyes, obvious wrinkles on his double eyelids, and his skin is white and tender, unlike ordinary children who are wrinkled when they are born. The ready-made glutinous rice dumplings are heart-melting.

   But it was not the daughter he wanted.

  The son will only come to rob him of his daughter-in-law’s love rival in his previous life.

“You don’t put more emphasis on women than men?” Song Zhao saw that Si Yu really didn’t like his son, and hurriedly spoke for his son, “In my opinion, it’s good to have a son for the first time, you haven’t always wanted to go out and play in the mountains. water?

   We will be able to train our son well, let him take over as soon as possible, and you will be able to relax.

  If it is a daughter, you really want to train an empress, are you sure you will be willing to let your daughter handle the government affairs every day?

   And the empress has to bear more pressure than the prince, can you really trust your daughter to face the gossip? “

  Siyu lowered his eyebrows and murmured deflatedly, “You are right.”

   He was really worried.

   But his obsession with his daughter is too deep.

   The sudden drop was unbearable for anyone else.

  Song Zhao added, “It’s alright, this is just the first child, the big deal, we have a second child, I must make your dream come true?”

  Siyu shook his head violently and firmly refused, “I can’t let you live again.”

  Before, he just watched other women give birth, and felt the pain from sight and hearing.

   Now he has experienced the pain from pregnancy to childbirth.

   That was really unbearable.

   At that time, Si Yu thought while in pain, fortunately he endured it. But he couldn’t guarantee whether he would be so lucky next time to let Song Zhao escape.

   So it is impossible for him to let Song Zhao have children again.

   “Promise me, I don’t want a daughter anymore. From now on, I won’t mention it again, and neither will you.”

  *

   On the day of the full moon of the little prince, Si Yu decreed that the little prince was crowned the crown prince, and named it as the banquet.

   Hundreds of civil and military officials sent congratulatory gifts one after another.

   Even the King of Nanyue came from the full moon to Dasheng Dynasty.

   He brought a red coral tree worth tens of millions of auspicious to Jiaofang Hall, and humbly asked the palace servants to pass a message, and wanted to see the crown prince, but he was still turned away.

  Tantaimo finally left alone.

   Since then, the crown prince’s 100-day banquet, the first birthday, and the birthday banquet of the Song Laotaijun, Yun’s birthday, Song Zhao’s birthday, and even the birthday of everyone in the Song family, the King of Nanyue sent congratulatory gifts without fail.

   Time flies by.

  The Crown Prince is two years old.

  Xiao Ayan inherited the good looks of his parents, and the longer he grows, the more beautiful he is.

   Xiao Ayan is also very smart.

   When he was one year old, he walked more steadily than ordinary children, and at the age of two he could run around the palace.

  Song Zhao has been teaching Xiao Ayan to read and write by himself. Xiao Ayan, who is only two years old, has already memorized thousands of characters and talks like a little adult, which is very cute.

   Xiao Ayan has been cool since he was a child, just like his father, he always has a handsome face and a very mature look.

   He doesn’t like talking to others, and when others praise him for being cute, he will get angry.

   “Auntie, let’s discuss something, don’t give me a little twitter in the future, that’s not cool at all.”

   Xiao Ayan stood in front of Song Zhao and made his request solemnly.

  The little boy was wearing the uniform of the crown prince customized by the Shangyi Department. He raised his hand and touched the little Chiu Chiu on the left and right of his head. The little man is very particular about his style.

  Song Zhao combed her hair in front of the makeup gown. She likes to do this kind of private thing by herself.

   Hearing this, he looked at the little boy whose eyes were carved with jade in the mirror, “How cute is Xiao Chiu Chiu, what should I do if A-Niang likes little Ayan combing Xiao Chiu Chiu?”

   Xiao Ayan’s soft face showed a tangled expression. He didn’t want to disappoint A-Niang, but he didn’t want to compromise. It was a bit of bitterness and hatred.

   “Why didn’t A-Niang give her father a little chirp?”

  Song Zhao said while drawing his eyebrows, “Because your royal father is an adult, we Ayan are still children.”

   As she said that, she asked habitually, “Ayan came over to show Aniang, what color of lipstick looks good today?”

   Little Ayan stood on tiptoe and looked into the dressing gown, “Anyan looks good no matter what.”

   He said softly, carefully choosing a bean paste red lipstick with his meaty fingers, “The color of A-Niang’s clothes today is like a lily, and Ayan thinks a lighter color is more suitable.”

Song Zhao smeared her son’s choice of lip balm on her mouth, and it matched really well. She leaned over and kissed her son’s cheek, “A-niang is going to the imperial study to accompany your father to have lunch with her. Are you going together?”

   Little Ayan’s **** and bright eyes rolled around, hugged Song Zhao’s knee, and said, “A-niang hug~”

  Song Zhao squatted down and hugged him.

  The son always pays attention to the style of the crown prince when he is outside, and he can’t help but act like a spoiled child in front of him.

   “You still have to hold it when you are so big, are you not afraid of being seen by others?”

   “Ayan is still a child.”

   Xiao Ayan is righteous.

   He buried it in Song Zhao’s neck and whispered,

   “A-niang hold tight, A-banquet is well hidden.”

  The mother and son came to the imperial study together.

   Just stepped in the door.

  Si Yu, who was processing the memorial, looked up.

“coming.”

   He pinched the center of his eyebrows, with a deep smile in his eyes, and quickly walked to Song Zhao, bowing his head to kiss her.

   Xiao Ayan abruptly stretched out his little head from Song Zhao’s arms.

  Siyu was cold and stepped back in fright.

   Little Ayan raised his hands and saluted, “My son has seen the father and the emperor.”

   (end of this chapter)