The man's face darkened, and he thought helplessly that this woman always knew how to poke his heart.

However, what does it matter, he just needs to be in peace with her to mess around. It's better to leave the children's affairs to the children themselves. He quietly calculated, and the expression on his face became softer and softer.

In the courtyard of an ancient house, the hysterical screams of the woman came from the main room, accompanied by the voice of the midwife, which sounded so infiltrating.

There was a handsome middle-aged man standing outside, his eyebrows were tightly locked, and he kept walking around, his eyes full of worry. After a while, there was an earth-shattering scream in the room, and the man's heart was raised. Then, the sound of a baby crying came from the house, and the man's heart was put back in his stomach again.

"Raw?" The man excitedly stepped forward and asked.

Not long after, the midwife came out with the wrapped child in her arms and said with a smile: "Back to the master, Mrs. gave birth to a daughter." ”

"Good daughter, good daughter! This girl will be called Mingzhu in the future! Master Ming had already thought of the child's name, but he didn't think that Mrs. still gave birth to a daughter for him, and he was not disappointed at all.

What about the four daughters, as long as the lady is well.

"How's Madame?" Holding his daughter and looking at it, Master Ming immediately asked about his wife's situation.

The midwife said, "Madame is just tired and fell asleep, and when she wakes up, she will be fine." ”

Master Ming hugged his daughter with peace of mind and looked at it, and it was night. Mrs. Ming woke up, and the couple looked around their daughter together, and the little daughter's small back was covered with cyan birthmarks. The birthmark is very beautiful, as if someone deliberately made a painting, and the long cyan tail just hooks her spine, but adds a strange color to the little girl's fleshy body.

Mrs. Ming looked at her daughter's soft body, her nose was slightly sore, she snuggled in Master Ming's arms, and said softly: "Master, this girl has a bony body, and I don't know if she can support it in the future." With a name like Mingzhu, the concubine is worried that she won't be able to raise this child. ”

"From then on, don't call her Mingzhu, call her Qing'er." Master Ming made the final decision, touched the cyan birthmark on his daughter's back, and said with a smile.

Mrs. Ming wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said with a smile: "I also think this is the most suitable." This birthmark seems to be just to tell us that her name is Qing'er. ”

The sleeping little tuanzi seemed to be satisfied with the name, smashed it and blinked his mouth, and continued to fall asleep.

The noble ladies in the capital got together and had a new topic, it was nothing more than that Mrs. Ming gave birth to another daughter in this child, and the Ming family was about to die. Mrs. Ming still had a knot in her heart at first, but seeing that the old man didn't care, she put her heart back in her stomach and took her daughter with peace of mind.

Qing'er is a baby, one day at a time, and changes almost every day.

Gradually, Master Ming and Mrs. Ming found that their youngest daughter was getting more and more beautiful, even if she was weak, but if this appearance spread out, it would definitely cause a sensation. The couple was not very happy, but their faces became sad.

It didn't take long for there to be a new topic to talk about in the capital, what if Mrs. Ming could give birth, all of them were daughters. It's just that this little daughter is not in good health, and she may die anytime and anywhere.

And the Ming family Qing'er lives in his own small building, except for the daily morning and dusk, he doesn't even come out of the house. Only let the girl in the yard buy food, study food, and make food for her.