Located on the outskirts of Beijing, Shangguanyi Courtyard is not a magnificent building, but it also has an elegant atmosphere. In front of the house, a babbling stream is clear and you can see the bottom, and behind the house is an ancient tree towering to the sky, and a group of birds are playing. Compared with the worldly prosperity of the eastern and western cities of Chang'an, this place is much more peaceful and quiet.

It's just that at this moment, the courtyard is unusually noisy and busy.

It turned out that as his body became heavier and heavier, Zheng's insomnia became more and more aggravated, so he simply moved out of the official residence and lived in another courtyard to recuperate. On this day, Zheng held a small jacket that had not yet been sewn in his hand, and not long after he lifted the needle, a faint feeling of uneasiness in his chest hit him strongly again, and his knees were weak, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen......

The maidservants who served in the basin were busy coming in and out, and there were bursts of labor pains in the house. On the corridor, Shangguan Tingzhi, who rushed to hear the news, was pacing around, and Qingjun's face was already covered with a thin layer of sweat. It was obviously the cold season of late autumn, but he was restless.

Zheng's moans came and went, high and low, sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes breathless, Shangguan Tingzhi was about to knock on the window impulsively, the voice in the room weakened little by little, and then his ears and mind were blank.

The terrible stillness lasted only for a short time, and a loud and crisp cry resounded across the eardrums and echoed over the courtyard for a long time.

Shangguan Tingzhi took care of wiping the sweat from his forehead, and wanted to laugh, but the corners of his eyes moistened first, and then looked up, as if there was a drizzle and light mist enveloping the world.

"It's a nice day." He said from the bottom of his heart, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of joy.

"Congratulations to Lang Jun, the joy of making tiles, and the pearl in the palm of your hand." The midwife walked out quickly, walked to Shangguan Tingzhi's side, and after saluting, she reported the good news.

"Thank you, auntie, there are all great rewards today." Shangguan Tingzhi's heart was hot, thinking of his gentle and docile wife, it seemed that a delicate and transparent daughter appeared in front of him, and he just hated to take a closer look at the door. At that moment, he actually had an idea: "Yushu, our daughter has a name, and she will be called Wan'er." ”

The fine mist in the sky gradually condensed into raindrops, one by one, getting bigger and bigger, like very white and crystal jade beads, slowly descending along the eaves in an elegant manner, unlike Luoying, they will not be crushed into mud, but into the earth, nourishing all things.

More than ten days have passed, and the postpartum Zheng is still very weak, and his lips are colorless, but as long as he sees Wan'er in swaddling clothes, his expression begins to brighten, this little baby has a round face, soft lips, and a pair of eyes flashing with smart luster.

Zheng straightened up and hugged the daughter in her arms tighter, Wan'er didn't know how to laugh, let alone know joy, anger and sorrow, she just looked at her mother intently, and opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something.

"Wan'er, do you want to say that the capable person who weighs the world is you?" Zheng laughed, this was obviously just a joke.

Wan'er seemed to understand, fluttering her long eyelashes, and her small mouth opened and closed in response.

"You're hungry, aren't you?" Zheng asked himself, "It must be hungry." At the end, he added a sentence for no reason, "I'm really glad that Wan'er is your daughter, otherwise how can the sons and daughters of the Shangguan family stay away from the whirlpool of power?" What can you do with Wenmo, it is a sharp sword, it can kill others, and it will also hurt yourself. ”