The battle between Song and Meng, Jingzhao Mansion in Guanzhong started again, and Jia Nidao in Guangzhou, Lingnan was also like an ant on a hot pot.

It has been more than two months since I came to Guangzhou City, and today is the day when Xu Ruoxi is about to give birth, in other words, Jia Rudao will soon be a father.

To appease the people in the mansion, dozens of maids and servants, under the support of Xiao Cui, continued to send basins of hot water to the side room on the side of Xu Ruoxi's bedroom. Shi Zhenxiang and Huang Jiaoniang both helped take care of Xu Ruoxi in the room, and even Liu Ru, who had always been cold, entered the room to take care of her as soon as she came to appease the embassy.

It has always been an extremely quiet pacification embassy, and it is rare and lively.

It was Jia Nidao who was the main master, who was bored standing in the corridor, and the maids and servants who came and went in a hurry did not have the kung fu to greet Jia Nidao at this moment.

Listening to Xu Ruoxi's painful screams in the room, looking at the busy scene around him, Jia Rudao felt a little like a dream.

There are no surprises and excitement that should be there in the imagination, and there is no worry and hesitation of the first father that should be imagined.

From time to time, too many fragmented images of his previous life flashed through his mind, which he thought he had forgotten.

In his previous life, he was imprisoned when he started from scratch, and after he came out, revenge became all he had, but he never experienced the feeling of being a husband and a father. Just like between him and Xu Ruoxi, there is a love between husband and wife, otherwise Xu Ruoxi would not let his brother go to bed with the prodigal son who lingered in Goolan Courtyard in the past.

But maybe it's because I've experienced too much, the spring breeze has been proud, and the prisoners under the stairs have also been, and the relationship with Xu Ruoxi seems to be more appropriate to describe as respectful as a guest.

On the contrary, when I was with Shi Zhenxiang, I was a little less burdened and a little more indulgent. This may also be because the woman who once left him "I don't regret it, I do" is also like Shi Zhenxiang, very aggressive, but sometimes elf and sometimes extremely confused, and it is also because she believes that after something, she will not hit the south wall and never look back.

Maybe at that time, I was blinded by betrayal and hatred, and I blamed them at all?

Self-deprecating laughter, even if it's wrong? Can you really turn everything backwards? Not to mention, now that he is in the Great Song Dynasty hundreds of years ago, it is impossible to go back to the past.

Maybe there are some things that you just think you can forget, but in fact you can never let go of them, right? It's always surging at a time when you're not expecting it.

But it seems that I should be content with it.

In this life, there is already a wife like Xu Ruoxi, a red face like Shi Zhenxiang, and a master like Liu Ru, who is half a confidant and half can't tell the unknown relationship, and Nalan Yu, a girl whose identity is unclear and elf, who is eccentric, comes to make trouble from time to time, and now he has a child to be a father, a very human minister, what else is there to ask for?

"Wow!"

A loud baby cry woke Jia Yidao from his trance.

Immediately afterward, there was a burst of cheers from the delivery room.

"Congratulations, congratulations, my lord, Mrs. Jiren Tianxiang, mother and son are safe, it's a young master, it's a young master."

The midwife's voice carried unconcealable joy, and it reached Jia Rudao's ears with great penetration.

"Congratulations, sir! Congratulations to you! ”

A group of maids and servants looked at Jia Yidao, who was a little distracted, thinking that their young adults were completely carried away by joy, and bowed in unison to congratulate.

Is this born? Am I really a dad?

Jia seems to be a little blindsided.

Just when Jia Rudao was stunned, the door of the delivery room opened, and Shi Zhenxiang walked out with a happy face holding the tight little guy wrapped in brocade.

"Hey, take a look, doesn't it look like you?"

Shi Zhenxiang was only busy teasing the little guy, and pushed Jia Yidao with his arm, but this one was a little heavy.

The pain in his chest instantly brought Jia Yidao back to his senses.

Turning his head blankly, he saw a little guy in Shi Zhenxiang's arms staring at the sky, the wind, the clouds, the tree, and the person curiously with round black eyes. Newly born, he seemed to be so curious about everything in this world, and finally his dark eyes fixed on Jia Yidao's face.

"Giggles!"

The moment he saw Jia Nidao, the little guy with tears on his eyelids suddenly laughed, and his crisp voice instantly shattered all the confusion in Jia Nidao's heart.

This is my son.

"Yes, you see he smiled, it's really your son, otherwise why would he smile at you."

Shi Zhenxiang was a little apprehensive, and once again pushed his arm against Jia Rudao.

Jia Yidao was sure that Shi Zhenxiang did it on purpose.

It's just, eldest sister, didn't you notice that there was something wrong with your words? Looking at the maids and servants around who were forcibly holding back their laughter, and looking at the embarrassed midwife, Jia Rudao's face turned a little dark.

"This is not my son, whose son do you want?"

Jia Rudao said with a dark face.

"Ah......h

Shi Zhenxiang's eyes widened blankly, and there was a low irrepressible laugh around her.

These days, Shi Zhenxiang, who does not have any shelf, can be said to be one of the most popular hostesses in the pacification embassy, everyone knows that she will be one of the hostesses of the pacification embassy, but this eldest lady is very active, and there are not too many eldest misses, they are all excellent to the maid servants, and these maid servants also know the temperament of the future hostess, so this laughter does not have any ridicule or schadenfreude. It's just a matter of looking at two young men and women, or to be more precise, a young couple bickering.

"I didn't mean that......"

Shi Zhenxiang's face flushed, wanting to explain but afraid that the more she explained, the darker it became.

Jia Rudao pursed his lips speechlessly, and cautiously reached out to take the little guy in Shi Zhenxiang's arms.

The little guy's dark eyes looked at Jia Nidao, and his little hands kept swaying, as if he wanted to grab Jia Nidao's clothes and let out a giggle laugh.

From the moment he took over the little guy, Jia Rudao felt that his whole heart was about to melt.

It's their own child.

The same rhythm of blood, the immature but familiar eyebrows and faces, all tell Jia Rudao one thing alive, this world, this Great Song Dynasty, finally has traces of his coming.

"You will be called ...... from now on Resurrected. ”

Carefully holding the little guy's waving hand, Jia Rudao was hesitant for three points and excited for three points.

"Giggle......

As if in response to Jia Rudao, the little guy's cute laughter sounded again.

"Jia Fusheng?"

Shi Zhenxiang frowned slightly beside her, a little puzzled.

Naturally, she would not understand the meaning of this resurrection.

"A hundred taels of silver will be rewarded to the midwife, and no one in the house will be rewarded with ten taels of silver."

"Thank you (lord) reward!"

The appeasement caused the house to burst into applause.

In the spring of the third year of Jiaxi of the Great Song Dynasty (1239), on April 24, two days before the valley rain, Jia seemed to be the son of Jia Fusheng.

(End of chapter)