Ren Zecheng hurriedly trotted from the Tai Hospital, the eunuch came in a hurry, Ren Zecheng really thought that something happened to this noble concubine, but when he arrived at Yongfu Palace, he asked about what happened just now, buddy, this is just a simple fetal movement.

After Ren Zecheng finished diagnosing the pulse, he found that the cousin sitting next to him immediately found the truth, and the one who was making a fuss must not be the concubine.

And he repeatedly assured that the prince in his mother's womb was undoubtedly healthy, and the cousin was stunned to pull him to the outside world, isn't it the first time he has been a father to make it like this!

Ren Zecheng was speechless, it was the emperor who pulled him out, and he had his mother on his head, and he didn't dare to disobey the holy order in front of the emperor's cousin, he only dared to be coquettish and cute.

In the outer room, Ren Zecheng almost raised his hand and swore an oath, "Cousin, the child in the mother's belly is really fine, the pulse is jumping, and you will have an ordinary pulse, otherwise you can go and call it yourself." ”

The child can still move in his mother's womb, Xiao Chengyan is the first time he has heard of it and the first time he has seen it, touching Ningxi's belly through his clothes, thinking that this child can grow up with him little by little.

From the beginning of pregnancy to the first fetal movement in the mother's womb, he was by his side and slowly grew up, and even the first fetal movement was touched by his own hands, and this child carried him too much.

Ningxi saw that Xiao Chengyan was excited, but she didn't have too much mood to show it, probably guessing that the emperor had never been in contact with too many children since he was a child.

"It's really good to say that the daughter is the lover of her father's previous life, look at your little lover, even report the news in her mother's belly, and tell her father first."

Xiao Chengyan heard Ningxi say that the child was a daughter again, and he couldn't help but feel lost, "Does Xi'er want a daughter like this?" ”

He knew that the Chen family and the Ning family attached great importance to this fetus, and the point was not of course because the concubine could get more imperial favors if she became a man in one fell swoop, all they wanted was that the concubine would add a little princess to the emperor.

They want daughters, but he wants sons, so that he can raise the next generation of emperors.

To say that his father ascended the throne was older than him, but at that time his father and emperor had both children and daughters, but now he only has one son under his knees, and if the information he collected is correct, the child is afraid that he was not born to him.

"The emperor doesn't want it from his concubines, but it's a daughter in his belly."

Ningxi didn't want her children to compete for the throne, she already felt tired of managing the harem now, not to mention being in charge of all the people in the world.

"It's not a foregone conclusion that the child has not yet been born."

Let's die, Ningxi didn't hesitate to talk to him, anyway, she prepared what her daughter needed as usual.

Whether it is from the food or the pulse is undoubtedly a daughter, but she did not tell her grandfather about the news, first, although she feels that her pulse will not be wrong, but just like the emperor said that the child was not born everything is inconclusive; Second, because Ningxi was afraid that she would open her mouth and spread the letter, her grandfather and grandmother would immediately rush back from Zhuangzi, so why bother to toss the two old men in such a hot weather, let's hide it for the time being.

"The child is now more than four months old, and in less than six months, I will have to go through the ancient books of poetry so that I can choose a name for the child."

You are full of poetry and literature, but you still need to turn the book to name it, you know how to name your child, why don't you know how to write the love poem you owe me and send it to me when you have that time?

Ningxi took a deep breath, stood up and said leisurely: "Has the emperor been very empty lately?" ”

Xiao Chengyan glanced at her, not knowing what he meant, "It's okay." ”

"Hey, the eldest prince sent his concubine a few days ago a poem he made himself, if the emperor is free, why don't you come to comment on one or two?"

This is knocking on the side, I don't want to see the love poems of a generation of emperors.

"Night'er writes you love poems?" Xiao Chengyan's tone was still a little sour for some reason, and he didn't notice it in the slightest.

And Xiao Chengyan, who has been jealous, clearly grasped the key point in Ningxi's words, it is not easy, for the first time, he knows another meaning of the hidden words in his concubine's words.

Speaking of love poems, Xiao Chengyan was thinking about it when he was first asked for by Ningxi, but he really didn't have the talent to say love words, so he couldn't write it, and slowly stopped mentioning it when he saw her.

Who would have thought that although she didn't mention it in her mouth, she always remembered it in her heart.

"The emperor has come and looked!" Ningxi took out a small box from the cabinet in the house, opened it, and inside was a stack of stationery.

Zhang Zhang's handwriting is immature and the content is green, good boy, I can't see that there will be this.

Xiao Chengyan sighed unconsciously, worried, really worried, he couldn't let him discuss this kind of thing with Ning Honghui and Ren Zecheng.

The most important thing is that he is a little bit unscrupulous, if he is ten or eight years younger, he must be cheeky, even if he is copying others, he will not think so.

But now that he is twenty-four years old, and he has a child, it should not be difficult for the sake of the child that he is working hard to create a poem.

"I see that Ye'er only knows how to have fun lately, and she has completely forgotten about learning, and she can say something that is not useful, and she can't practice words well."

After Xiao Chengyan took the box, he flipped through three or four sheets one after another, and the content had a little teacher's palm eye much stronger than at the beginning, but this word has not grown greatly.

Xiao Ye's words are indeed ugly, he has never touched a brush before he is young, and he has no serious teacher to guide him when he first holds a pen to write and copy, which is really unsightly.

However, Ningxi still cherished all the boxes and put them away, and said: "No matter what, this is also the child's mind, the handwriting is not good and slowly practiced, the eldest prince is only five years old, can the emperor be able to write well at a young age." ”

Xiao Chengyan wanted to say that he was indeed a good handwriter at the age of five, but then he thought of Xiao Ye's situation, but through Ningxi's statement, Xiao Chengyan could be regarded as approving it.

"At the beginning, I thought that this kid was young and careful, so I found the son of Lord Du, and now~"

And now Xiao Ye is playing with his little teacher all day long, but he refuses to put a little effort into his studies.

At this point, Ningxi doesn't have a problem, and I think that such an older child is a good time to play, run and jump more, eat more, and grow up.

But today, it seems that indulging his temperament also requires finding a teacher who can make him restrained.

Xiao Chengyan was only afraid that he would lose his mind, and he was already thinking about whether to add a new teacher to him, two teachers, one static and one moving.

With Xinsi, Xiao Chengyan decided to settle things in the near future, and he, the eldest prince of the province, was idle all day long, either writing love poems or carving puppets.

At this moment, Xiao Ye, who was playing with his little teacher Du in the small pavilion of the Imperial Garden, was acting recklessly, and he didn't know that his hard days were coming from the next moment.