Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf - Chapter 109

Lin Feilu was pregnant in the fifth year of marriage.

Regarding pregnancy, she has always held the attitude of letting the flow go. After all, contraception is not easy to do in this era, and everything can only be resigned. But occasionally she would still whisper in her heart secretly, God, don’t let me conceive a baby too early, let her enjoy the two-person world for a few more years.

God seemed to have really heard her wish, so the child came too late in the palace expectation.

Because Your Majesty only has such a queen, the eyes of the hundreds of officials of the Manchu dynasty, civil and military officials and the people of the Song Dynasty are all fixed on Lin Feilu’s belly.

The rumors about Princess Yong’an over the years have long since disappeared under Song Jinglan’s iron-blooded means. Now everyone has no objection to the fact that the queen who has the blood of the Dalin royal family gave birth to the crown prince.

Everyone only hopes that she will give birth early, hurry up, and give birth to a crown prince. Everyone takes advantage of the Song Dynasty at its peak, your majesty is in the prime of life, and all officials are thriving, and cultivate the prince well.

In the past few years, Lin and Song have maintained good-neighborly friendship. In the past few years, the emperor of Dalin visited the capital of Song State. There is no one who does not love peace and continues to develop. Even if his Majesty abdicates and the crown prince with the blood of Dalin succeeds to the throne, the prosperity of the two countries will continue.

One hundred years of peace is too rare in this era.

Everyone craned their necks and waited and waited. Finally in this winter, we waited for the news that the empress was pregnant.

The Manchu officials looked more excited than Song Jinglan, who was the father.

Lin Feilu had a vague hunch before he asked the imperial doctor to see it. In fact, there is no sign. It is common for her to postpone her menstrual period. Without morning sickness, it is even more impossible to show her pregnancy. But when she suddenly woke up one morning before dawn, she had a strong instinct that she had.

Song Jinglan was still asleep, with his arms around her waist, he breathed and gently brushed her eyelashes.

Lin Feilu lay on his arms, pressing his palm with his belly, and after a while, rubbed the tip of his nose against his face.

Song Jinglan tightened his arms and pressed the person into his arms, sleeping hoarsely: “What’s the matter?”

Lin Feilu’s voice is serious: “Xiao Song, I suspect you are going to be a father.”

Song Jinglan slowly opened his eyes.

The two of them stared at each other, and for a moment, Song Jinglan quickly got up and put on his shirt and walked to the door, shouting in a deep voice: “Tiandong!”

Tian Dong responded outside the door.

Song Jinglan said: “Xuan Taiyi.”

So it was dark, the imperial doctor ran all the way to Lin’an Temple, and gave the serious empress empress pulse.

Lin Feilu’s instincts confirmed that she did have it.

After just over a month, the pulse condition was stable, and the imperial physician couldn’t help but knocked his head three times, and then went down to prescribe the antifetal medicine.

Lin Feilu sat cross-legged on the bed, looking down at his flat abdomen, a little stunned, a little confused, and a little bit inexplicably expectant and happy. Song Jinglan walked over and touched her head, “Are you still sleepy?”

Lin Feilu yawned, “A little bit.”

He lay down holding someone in his arms and gently stroked her back: “Then go on sleeping.”

Lin Feilu touched on the bed, touched his hand, then grabbed his palm, gently pressed it on his lower abdomen, and asked him in a small voice, “Are you happy?”

Across a thin layer of clothing, his palm was hot, and he lowered his head and kissed her messy temple: “Very happy.”

Lin Feilu felt that she couldn’t sleep anymore, so she changed his lying position and put his hands and his hands on his lower abdomen, and his voice was a little cheerful: “Xiao Song, what name shall we give him/her? ”

Song Jinglan didn’t answer, she said: “Guess it is a boy or a girl? Do you like boys or girls?”

He smiled, kissed her eyes, the tip of her nose, and the corners of her curved lips: “I like it all, it’s good.”

Lin Feilu thought for a while, and continued to ask cheerfully, “If it’s a boy’s nickname, it’s Song Xiaolan, and the girl’s name is Song Xiaolu, how about it?!”

He couldn’t help laughing: “Okay.”

The Queen’s pregnancy became the biggest happy event this year.

Lin Feilu is in good health and the fetus is growing very well. Although she was pregnant for the first time, a sister was pregnant that year. She accompanied her to several classes. She knew that pregnant women should not lie down all the time. Exercise and yoga are more conducive to the birth of the fetus.

After all, in this age of inadequate medical equipment, giving birth is a very dangerous thing.

So every day, the people of Yong’an Palace watched the empress do all kinds of strange movements on the mat with fear.

The other women were pregnant and wanted to lie in bed for ten months, but her own maidens were so frustrated, and the palace people were so afraid and worried, Song Yu couldn’t persuade him, so she ran to find Song Jinglan secretly.

Then Lin Feilu gave His Majesty Song a half-hour yoga class for pregnant women.

He had known her flexibility a long time ago, and listened to her eloquently, he couldn’t help being funny, although he believed her, but for insurance, he went to consult a doctor. Although it was the first time that the imperial physician heard about yoga, he also came to a harmless conclusion based on medical concepts, and Song Jinglan was completely relieved.

But because of her pregnancy, she can no longer go to Qinshan to spend with everyone this year.

Lin Feilu wrote a letter to Lin Ting, and then put away his playful thoughts and raised the baby in the palace with peace of mind.

But the days of raising a baby were not boring. Song Jinglan knew that she liked reading novels, so he invited a troupe from Lincheng into the palace to show her. So Lin Feilu lived a happy life of watching live-action series every day.

She was bored and wrote “The Legend of the Condor Shooting Heroes”. For someone who has watched all versions of the Condor Shooting TV series and watched more than once, it is easy to write down most of the classic plots and lines.

After writing the script, the book contains the name of the old man Jin Yong. She calls all the famous actors in Lincheng into the palace, and then selects the actors one by one, and then gives the book to the class owner to watch him filming every day.

When have you seen this kind of vernacular script, the story is so wonderful, the performance is amazing, the drama is strong, and it is very enjoyable, so the name of Jin Yong quickly resounded in the Lincheng literary and music circle.

Later, everyone knew that there was a narrator in the palace who was the queen’s master of narration!

During her pregnancy, Lin Feilu survived the addiction of director, screenwriter and producer. Of course, prenatal education has not fallen. Every day, Song Jinglan plays the piano and flute to her belly and reads the four books and five classics.

With all the expectations, Song Xiaolan was born in the autumn of the next year.

Lin Feilu gave birth very smoothly. The imperial physicians and folk doctors Song Jinglan prepared in advance for various dangerous situations were useless. A quarter of an hour after the midwife went in, the sound of the baby crying came from the room.

It is also because of the precedent of the Queen Empress. Later, yoga for pregnant women was introduced to the people. Women increased proper exercise during pregnancy, which reduced the chance of death during childbirth for women in Lin and Song to a certain extent. Lin Feilu, who was originally called a living bodhisattva by the people because of his marriage, has once again invisibly increased his reputation among the people.

Of course, this is something later.

When Song Xiaolan was first born, he was a red and tender ugly monkey.

When Lin Feilu saw a newborn baby for the first time, he felt ugly at first glance.

She didn’t even catch her breath, almost cried, and said to Song Jinglan, who was sitting on the side of the bed holding her hand, “Why is it so ugly? Is it mutated?”

Song Jinglan: “…”

Song Xiaolan, who was still in her infancy, cried louder.

Song Xiaolan, who was dismissed by her mother and looked ugly as soon as she was born, went out of her way, and finally became better after more than half a month.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from outside the hall and the familiar smell of milk from the mother’s queen, the little baby opened his eyes for a while, and his little hand shook in the air unconsciously.

He finally looks good!

The queen should praise him!

The curtain was opened, and the woman leaned in and lowered her head. The big and the small looked at each other for a long time. Lin Feilu screamed, “Song Yu! Where is my ugly son?! Whose child is this? Why is this lying? The rocker of my ugly son!”

Song Xiaolan: “…”

After the baby is full moon, his facial features and skin will slowly grow.

White and white, black eyes and red lips, cute enough to make people’s hearts cute.

He is usually very cold. Although he doesn’t cry or make trouble, he doesn’t laugh when the maids teas him. Only when Lin Feilu is around, the baby will make all kinds of cute and cute expressions. .

Lin Feilu covered her heart: “Ah! My son is so cute, ah, so cute!”

Song Xiaolan was very satisfied.

He just likes to see his mother’s queen so cute!

Song Xiaolan looks a lot like his father, his eyebrows and eyes are like a mold carved out, but his face and lips follow his mother, so his facial features are more lovely and softer.

When he could speak, the most common question Lin Feilu asked every day was: “Queen, am I cute?”

Lin Feilu firmly said: “Song Xiaolan is the cutest kid in the world!”

Song Xiaolan glanced at the father, who lowered his head to appraise the memorial, and then climbed into Lin Feilu’s arms to hold her neck, leaned close to her ear and secretly asked, “Is that cute or cute?”

Lin Feilu said, “Of course it’s you!” She also leaned in his ear and secretly said, “Father can’t be described as cute, he is handsome and handsome!”

Song Jinglan, who was criticizing his son, looked up and smiled slowly at his son.

The witty Song Xiaolan noticed something in his father’s smile, so he started to look up the difference between cuteness and handsomeness while he was literate.

After searching, I found that handsome and handsome are not only two more words than cute, but also praise is more important than cute!

I don’t know who wrote this book. It actually says that when you don’t know how to praise a person, praise him for being cute.

This is so wronged!

It turns out that the queen always praised herself as cute because she couldn’t find other words of praise!

Song Xiaolan cried angrily: “I don’t want to be cute anymore!”

So Lin Feilu found that the cute milk dumplings had a small face all day long, with a small waist that was straight, and she didn’t wear the little dinosaur Pikachu clothes she made for him.

What Song Jinglan did, he followed with a serious look beside him, wearing clothes of the same color as his father and combing the same hairstyle.

Song Jinglan glanced at the reduced version of herself next to her, leaning over and supporting her forehead with her fingers.

Song Xiaolan did it immediately, but because his body and arms were too short to reach, he fell off the bed.

Falling and crying.

Song Jinglan snorted. Before Lin Feilu rushed over, he reached out and picked up the milk dumplings, placed them on his lap, and asked quietly, “What are you doing?”

Song Xiaolan whispered and said: “I…I’m studying Father Emperor…”

Lin Feilu came and wiped his dirty little face: “Why do you want to learn the father?”

Song Xiaolan looked at his father and mother, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved, she raised her head and cried: “I also want to be as handsome and handsome as the father, but I can’t learn it at all, oh oh oh oh this is too difficult. ——”