When Ji Wenyuan was asleep, Nihuang and the child, this scene seemed to be vivid.

She will gently caress her stomach and look at him gently.

He leaned over and put his ear to her stomach, and he could feel the child's movements, and the real and small heartbeat made him excited......

And when he woke up from the dream, everything in the dream was blurry, like a cloud of smoke, so that he couldn't remember the details.

There was a few days when he slept in the Palace of Nourishing Hearts in order to fall asleep, in addition to dealing with the twists and turns.

However, this dream does not come all the time.

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The warmth in the dream, compared with the current palace, Ji Wenyuan is becoming more and more desolate.

Then, one day, Ji Wenyuan had a dream about the production of Nihuang.

He was not allowed to enter outside the door, only listening to the sound of the woman in the room, bursts of pain, and he wanted to rush in and treat each other with him.

But it was a dream, and he couldn't get through the door anyway

only looked at Linlang and a few female generals, as well as the stable woman who delivered the baby, carrying basins of blood and water, going back and forth.

Suddenly, I don't know how long he wandered in his dream, and finally when he was anxious, a baby's loud cry came from the room, and Ji Wenyuan was shocked.

He watched as Linlang and the others went into the house and talked to the women.

He also wants to see his women, and he also wants to see his children...... Their children!

However, he was suddenly relieved.

Ji Wenyuan was sweating on his back and woke up from the palace of the Heart Cultivation Palace.

Sitting alone in the palace, Ji Wenyuan took out the letter from under the pillow, and he read it countless times.

The letter was crumpled.

But look at the child mentioned in this letter......

Counting the time, it is time for their children to come into this world.

Closing his eyes, Ji Wenyuan lay down again.

He still wanted to dream, but this time, no matter how much he tried to sleep, he couldn't get into the interrupted dream.

The emperor, who was holding the letter paper in front of him and lying on the bed, suddenly thought of something......

He suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a little more light in his deep eyes, which had always been silent.

In the dream-

He was standing in the courtyard, where the woman was giving birth, and in the courtyard, the plain white pear blossom was blooming.

It's early spring, and the pear blossoms in the capital are not yet in bloom.

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Linlang mentioned to Xia Ling a few more times about returning to Beijing.

Xia Ling only smiled and said that he was not in a hurry.

In a blink of an eye, more than three months have passed, and the pear blossom in the courtyard has already bloomed.

Sitting under the tree, in the cart next to it, there is a small neon pear that is three or four months old.

gave the girl her own surname, and took her name together, because she didn't want to give Ji Wenyuan a chance.

Linlang and a few of them, just thought that Xia Ling really planned to go back in this life.

Behind his back, he sighed lightly, but he also guarded Xia Ling with peace of mind.

Although Xia Ling brought enough money, the female generals were idle, so they set up a dart bureau in a nearby small county.

The mother and daughter are waiting for their mother-in-law and maids, and they can take turns to stay and take care of this.

Today is Linlang staying.

Xia Ling was on the stone table under the tree, carefully transcribing a book.

In addition to being beautiful, Nihuang can also hold good words.

The books she transcribed were handwritten with beautiful and powerful handwriting, and looking at them made people's minds calm down and study their knowledge carefully.

Therefore, the books she copied were very popular in the bookstores in the county.

"Linlang, this ink is gone, help me study some more."

Rubbing his slightly sour wrist, Xia Ling put down his pen and said to his side.

There is no maid ring who waits for pen and ink, Linlang, a female general who has never danced knives and guns, has also practiced a good hand of ink research kung fu.