Chen Xi had been prepared for a long time before the Li family took power, and he might not be able to be rich and rich, but he could still have a rich life with Zhao Huaiyan.

Unexpectedly, the eldest young master Zhao Huaimo appeared again, so out of place.

As soon as he came back, he took over the entire Zhao family, with the support of his clan relatives and his son-in-law, he effortlessly gathered this plate of scattered sand to maintain stability.

Zhao Huaisheng saw that his glory and wealth had gone into other people's pockets, and he gritted a mouthful of silver teeth.

The eldest young master of the Zhao family and the second young master do not agree, and the fourth young master is a waste dim sum, and he doesn't care about everything.

Despite the private disagreement, Zhao Huaimo was still polite, he wanted to see what kind of animal this demon woman could give birth to.

There is no impermeable window in the world, not to mention that Li Jianing's sweeping work is not so good. Gossip is just a pain in the absence of evidence of rape in bed.

Chen Xi and Zhao Huaiyan both returned home and never participated in their battle.

Time flies, and soon the mausoleum begins to enter winter.

The doctor counted the days, and Li was about to give birth in November.

The snow was very heavy that day, and Chen Xishen went to the side of Li's room with one shallow foot. Chen Xi has always heard that giving birth to a baby in ancient times was a hurdle.

Wen Po took the scissors and prepared hot water, the maids went in and out, the basins of hot water were stained red with blood, and the woman's voice seemed to be pressed in her mouth.

Chen Xi didn't dare to look at it, Zhao Huaiyan gently hugged her: "If you're afraid, we don't want children." ”

From day to night, Li Jianing gave birth for the first time, and she was stuffed with a coarse cloth in her mouth, drenched all over, as if she had been fished out of the water.

She felt that her body was not like her own, and the pain of tearing in her lower body went from the first intense to numb, and her consciousness began to drift.

Wen Po shouted: "Hard, touch your head, use some more force!" ”

She gritted her teeth, squeezed her belly hard and squeezed down, then fell backwards with all her strength.

"It's out, it's out!"

Her consciousness instantly dissipated with these words, and the whole person lay down and fell into a coma.

Wen Po cut the umbilical cord, put the placenta for Li's family, cleaned the filth in the little master's mouth, carried one of his feet, patted it gently, the little young master choked and coughed, and then cried.

When Chen Xi heard this cry, he was even more excited than Zhao Huaisheng.

Wen Po took the little young master out, showed it to everyone, and went to wipe the little guy.

The birth of this small life seems to have brought joy to the Zhao family, and Zhao Huaisheng became a father for the first time, and he also became a little self-disciplined.

Li was confined under the service of his mother-in-law. After giving birth every day, the body still needs to discharge lochia, the body is weak, and she can't see the wind, so the kitchen specially stewed chicken soup for her, and jujube soup to replenish her body.

Chen Xi was very curious about the child, and from time to time he came to Li Jianing with medicinal materials to replenish his body, and Li's attitude towards Chen Xi also eased.

In the dead of night, Li would still think of Liang Ande's goodness, she looked at the prodigal son in front of her and laughed at herself.

Thinking that her father and mother married herself to this incapable concubine in order to catch up with Zhao Yuan, and exchanged it for a moment of glory and wealth, and now she is competing with Zhao Huaimo for family property, these people don't even say a word, let alone help.

She had fed these white-eyed wolves one by one, but now she had to worry about whether they would bite back.

Now that the wood is complete, she only has her son to rely on.

The child was named "Zhao Linchun". Winter is over, will spring be far away?