"Oh, slow down, slow down." Yun Qin took the bucket in Zhuang Yumeng's hand, and hurriedly helped her sit down beside her with a distressed face, "You kid, why are you so careless! You're old this month, don't do these jobs anymore, if you hurt you and hurt the child, how can you let me explain to Yun Lang!" As he spoke, Yun Qin's family shed a few tears.

"Mother, don't cry." Seeing Yun Qin's tears, Zhuang Yumeng instantly panicked, "I'll just rest, don't cry."

"Yes," Yun Qin's family gently touched Zhuang Yumeng's bulging belly, and smiled lovingly, "You have to rest, but don't be tired, I'm happy to see you rest." Yun Qin got up, poured the water from the bucket into the tank, wiped the remaining water on his hands, and continued, "Eight or nine months, right?"

"Yes...... Zhuang Yumeng stroked his belly, and his whole body exuded the glow of maternal softness, "I don't know how long the little guy is going to stay in my belly."

"If you want me to say, let's go and ask a gentleman to see a good day, and then go to Lang Zhong to ask for a prescription, let's give birth to a healthy, healthy, white and fat doll." Yun Qin's soft voice said with Zhuang Yumeng.

"Look at a good day......" Zhuang Yumeng hesitated.

"Yes, this child's birth date will affect his whole life, he can't be sloppy, if I hadn't picked an auspicious time for Wenqu Xing to go down to earth, how could Yun Lang be the top student in high school." Yun Qin's family is serious, and he has a nose and eyes.

"The daughter-in-law is all at her mother's disposal." Zhuang Yumeng nodded and agreed to Yun Qin's suggestion.

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"The eighth day of the next month will be a good day." An old gentleman in a patched gown, sitting behind a small square table, twisting the goatee under his chin, closing his eyes slightly, and shaking his head slightly.

"The eighth day of next month?" Zhuang Yumeng repeated it uneasily.

"Yes, it's the eighth day of the next month." The old gentleman's eyes lit up, staring at Zhuang Yumeng and repeating almost word for word, "That day is the Ziwei Star descending to earth, if you can be born at three o'clock in the child, you will definitely be rich and noble in the future, and you will have the dignity of an emperor."

"Borrow your good words, borrow your good words." Yun Qin's clan shook again and again, then turned around and took Zhuang Yumeng's hand, "Then let's choose the eighth day of the next month."

"Good ......" Zhuang Yumeng, who was not keen on fame and fortune, didn't know why, and the ghost made the god agree to the Yun Qin clan, and on the eighth day of the next month, the child will give birth at three o'clock.

"Let's go, let's go back, my mother will make you something to eat!" Seeing that Zhuang Yumeng agreed, Yun Qin's family couldn't wait to pull Zhuang Yumeng home.

That night, a table full of chicken, duck and fish meat was placed.

"Mother, what day is it today? How do you make so much delicious food?" Zhuang Yumeng rubbed the sore eyes of the embroidery, supported his waist, and walked to the table with difficulty.

"There are not many days left until the eighth day of the first lunar month next month, and you must eat well during this time, so that you can have the strength to give birth to the child smoothly and smoothly." Yun Qin said, scooped up the chicken stewed in the pot, tore off the chicken legs, and put them in Zhuang Yumeng's bowl.

"Thank you, mother." Zhuang Yumeng was moved to tears, "Mother, you can eat too."

"Okay, well, my mother will eat it too." As he spoke, Yun Qin scooped the chicken feet and chicken necks in the pot into his bowl, "The rest is yours." With that, he pushed the pot in front of Zhuang Yumeng.

Zhuang Yumeng's nose was sour, and tears came out of her eyes, such words, she had never heard since her parents died. Now that she is pregnant with a child, she has realized the hardships of her mother back then, and at the same time, she misses the days of rolling in her mother's arms.

"Missed them?" Yun Qin handed over a silk handkerchief and asked softly.

Zhuang Yumeng took the silk handkerchief, wiped the tears on his cheeks, and nodded lightly.

"Don't worry, Qianyu is guarding them day and night." Yun Qin got up, took Zhuang Yumeng in his arms, and patted her on the shoulder, "Don't worry, she will definitely tell your parents the news of your pregnancy, and they will definitely bless you with a smooth birth."

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"Here, eat more." The champion put a piece of fat but not greasy elbow meat in the Qianyu bowl.

"This table costs you a lot of money, doesn't it?" Qianyu ate with a mouth full of oil, and between her eyebrows and eyes was unconcealable satisfaction and happiness.

"Money is nothing, as long as you are happy, it is worth spending as much as you want!" As he spoke, the champion put a piece of fish meat with a pickled spine into the Qianyu bowl.

"Yunlang, do you like boys or girls?" Qianyu put the fish meat in her mouth and gently touched the round belly. Although she has not been pregnant for too long, this belly has been raised by the champion as if she is about to give birth.

"I like them all." The champion smiled, tore off the last chicken leg, and put it in front of Qianyu, "If you give birth to a boy, study with me, and take the exam in the future, if you give birth to a girl, ask the master to teach her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and send her to the palace as a mother in the future."

"Nonsense." Qian Yu said angrily, "Do you think anyone's child can enter the palace?"

"I don't know about other people's, but mine must be." Zhuangyuan's words shocked Qianyu's heart, and when she looked up, Zhuangyuan's eyes flashed with strange excitement, and there was an unknown smile on the corner of her mouth.

"You should be down-to-earth, you should eat, you should drink, you don't need to do anything, take care of your womb. Follow me, and I will give you endless glory and wealth." The frenzy in the champion's eyes almost ignited the night.

Qian Yu shuddered for no reason.

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In a blink of an eye, it was the eighth day of the first lunar month, the day when the crape myrtle star descended to earth.

"Yumeng, this is the oxytocic medicine that I specially went to find Lang Zhong to prescribe for you, and after dinner, let my mother fry it, and when the night is almost time, you can drink it." In the evening, when Zhuang Yuan went home, he handed a packet of medicine to Yun Qin's family.

"Yunlang ......" Zhuang Yumeng looked at the champion a little nervously, "Why don't you ...... Why don't we wait for the children to ......."

"Yumeng, do you want to give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?" Zhuang Yuan interrupted Zhuang Yumeng's words, his eyes were full of anticipation, "Yumeng, you can drink it." Think about it, if our son was really born when Ziwei Star descended to earth, then he will definitely be able to be the champion in high school in the future, and then you will be the mother of the champion, and you can also be promoted to the throne in the future, even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the child, right? If he is a crape myrtle, then he will definitely be easier than me in his future studies, and he will be able to suffer a lot less and suffer a lot less."

The last few words of the champion hit Zhuang Yumeng's heart. Yun Lang suffered and was tired when he was studying, she clearly saw it in her eyes, and when she thought that her child might endure such torture in the future, Zhuang Yumeng's heart was dripping blood. She stroked her belly lightly and nodded, "Okay, I'll listen to you."