Luo Xiyu lay on the bed and looked at the little baby beside her, as if she couldn't see enough, the baby's little face in the swaddling clothes was white and tender, crystal clear, I heard that the skin of the newborn child was wrinkled, but the baby was an exception, probably because of her physique and the magnolia flower that has been used in the womb, so the child will be so like herself.

The baby's two small hands are still holding a small group, very cute, probably by the mother's side, before there was some uncomfortable mouth, now it is a small mouth slightly open, while sleeping while spitting bubbles, the face arched to the mother's side, sleeping soundly.

Luo Xiyu really loved it the more he watched, the more he loved it, the more he loved it, just watching him spit bubbles could see him for a long time without blinking, and finally couldn't help but lower his head and kiss his little face lightly, his heart was overflowing with love and tenderness, how gentle and gentle his eyes were.

Xiu Jin smiled on the side and washed her a bowl of sesame rice cereal with tea, let her check her stomach, and said with a smile while watching: "The little boy cried miserably at the beginning, and the old man was scared of his hands and feet, and then it was Aunt Liu who asked the nurse to come over and feed the milk, madam, the little boy is also very picky, he doesn't eat two nurses, fortunately, Aunt Liu found a first-born bride, it is estimated that the little boy is hungry, so he ate a few mouthfuls of milk and fell asleep......"

Luo Xiyu listened and let go of his eyebrows, and was about to speak, the child began to move his hands uncomfortably, twisted his head and began to open his mouth in the direction of Luo Xiyu and began to cry.

"Oops, is it peeing?" Luo Xiyu's body can't move casually, although she woke up and ate three magnolias, but it will take two days to move at the earliest, the pain on her body disappeared quickly, although it hurts a little now, but it is barely within the range she can bear, and when she eats three more flowers tomorrow, it shouldn't be so uncomfortable.

Luo Xiyu hurriedly reached out and touched the child's swaddling clothes, which was dry, Xiujin had only changed the diaper before, and it was very refreshing.

"Madam, is the little boy hungry, I haven't eaten a few mouthfuls of milk before I saw it, why don't I call the nurse over?" Xiu Jin said.

The rich people in this place invite the nurse to feed, and the poor family will feed the mother, but Luo Xiyu is not an ancient person, naturally there is no such constraint, and the mother is nine months pregnant, the child has long been accustomed to the taste and heartbeat of the mother, and it will be most reassuring and comfortable to hold and feed him, and breastfeeding is the best for the child, and there is no way not to feed his own child.

Besides, she felt that her chest was swollen so much that she couldn't help but hold the baby in her arms, and then laboriously half of her body, and then pulled the thin placket over, and Xiujin, who was also a woman, couldn't help blushing.

There was no one else in the house, Luo Xiyu didn't care and looked down, and said that she was trying to breastfeed, and now she finally realized that for a newborn baby, it was really eating with all her strength, but soon, the child was shaking all over her body, but for a long time, she let go and cried again.

Xiu Jin didn't care about being shy, and couldn't help but come forward to coax, the two women were inexperienced, and they were in a hurry for a while.

"Why don't you get milk?" Luo Xiyu was so anxious that she didn't know what to do.

"I've seen the nurse cover her with a hot towel, why don't I twist a hot towel?"

"Well, but the child can't stand crying for a long time, so let's go find the nurse first." Luo Xiyu hurriedly said.

"Huh!" Xiu Jin turned around and ran away.

Luo Xiyu couldn't help but hug the child, she was distressed to death, where did such a young child come from crying, she was so old crying that she was on fire, she couldn't help but knead it with her hands, and then tried to feed it again.

Smelling the smell of the mother, the baby leaned forward, and tried harder, but there was still no milk, and this time the crying was even worse.

And when the Holy Lord Chuan Jinghell came in, he saw such a picture.

The beauty's long hair is spread on the brocade, the whole person is as transparent as jade, and there is a small baby wrapped in ice blue silk in her arms, two crystal clear arms like lotus roots are stretching upwards vigorously, as if to hug, and the woman is coaxing the baby with the appearance of opening her clothes and almost crying, and from time to time she rubs and feeds with her hands.

Such a beautiful scenery should come into view, he was extremely impatient to listen to the cry, but at this time he suddenly stopped, then thought of something, his face sank, closed the door bolt, and then walked towards the bed.

Luo Xiyu looked up anxiously, and when he saw that it was him, he didn't have time to be shy, and hurriedly looked at the door: "Holy Master, don't close the door, Xiujin is going to call the nurse." After speaking, the tears were so anxious that they were about to come down, "The baby's crying voice is hoarse, why can't he get milk......" She couldn't help but blame herself, afraid that the child would cry more, so she gave him from time to time to let him cry less.

The Holy Lord approached, his steps slowed down, looking at the delicate one on the bed, he couldn't help but soften his eyes, and then sat down on the bed slowly, staring at the child and the woman with clear eyes, and his eyes flashed slightly from time to time.

It's not the first time, but when I see it again, I just feel that my throat can't help but move, and my deep gaze is getting heavier and heavier.

"What should I do, why hasn't Xiujin come yet, isn't it the nurse going home?" She kept kissing the child's face and comforting her in her arms, but the baby cried so much, the small mouth was thin and tender, and it seemed to break at the touch of a touch, crying so hard, Luo Xiyu's heart hurt, and her eyes were red.

"How can you get milk...... "The Holy Lord stared and asked.

"I don't know, the nurse can give milk, but my child here can't suck it out, but it rises uncomfortably, Holy Lord, you can help me call Aunt Liu over, she gave birth to four ...... who always have experience" Luo Xiyu pleaded with tears in her eyes.

The big one and the little two were pitiful and tearful.

The Holy Lord's eyes flashed, and he reached out to take the baby from Luo Xiyu's arms, this time it was better, not like carrying a fish, but like holding a cat.

"Holy Lord, be careful, don't hold the baby's ......," Luo Xiyu exclaimed.

Fortunately, he just grabbed the child aside, which is strange to say, Ren is Luo Xiyu was so frightened that his heart trembled, but as soon as the baby arrived in the hands of the Holy Lord, his loud voice immediately turned into a cat meow, his mouth moved, as if he was afraid, and his hand stretched out in the direction of Luo Xiyu.

"Be careful, put ......" Seeing that the Holy Lord moved the baby to a lower position, Luo Xiyu's heart finally fell.

"Holy Lord!" This fell, she couldn't help but look at him angrily, it seems that he will have to teach him how to hold the child in the future, how can he carry it so much, the child is so soft, the bones have not grown well, what to do if he twists his head.

"It doesn't cry, you can say, why doesn't it milk? Not strong enough? The Holy Lord sat beside her with a hint of solemnity.

Luo Xiyu immediately shifted his attention, at this time he was in pain, and he couldn't care about anything else, "I don't know what's going on, it may be that it doesn't work, or it may be that the strength is not enough, Xiujin said that it would be better to cover it with a hot towel......"

"Well, force, I'll try ......" probably smelled the tempting fragrance, his eyes stared at the breathtaking scenery at this time, and his throat □moved up and down uncontrollably.

Luo Xiyu: ......

The author has something to say: Holy Lord, what about your discipline?