Picked up Song Qing, Zhao Cheng took the light work, and returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Song Qing did have signs of miscarriage and saw blood, but fortunately, Xu Zhao rejuvenated, so the child was saved, which was considered to be dangerous. All that's left is to lie down for a few days to raise the baby.

After knowing that the child was fine, Song Qing's heart was relieved, and tears couldn't help but come out.

"It's okay."

"Great."

Song said softly, stretched out his hand to caress his lower abdomen, and cried with joy. It's all her fault today, okay, just sit in the side hall and wait, what is she going out for.

Compared with Song Qing, Zhao Cheng blamed himself even more.

I thought that there would be no danger with him in Song Qing, so the secret guards were all around the palace tonight. After all, there are still people from the old emperor in the palace, so they avoid startling the grass and snakes, so the secret guard has no personal protection, but he doesn't want this kind of thing to happen at the time of this tea.

The Prime Minister's Mansion was brightly lit that night.

And Zhao Cheng stayed by Song Qing's bedside, holding her hand all the time, and sat like this all night.

After this incident, Song Qing arranged a lot of people to handle the three layers inside and three layers outside, or next, don't wait for the child to be born and don't want to fly to her side all the time.

With so many people around him, although Song Qing was quite uncomfortable, thinking that Zhao Cheng was in this position, he really had to be careful. After all, there are many people who don't want his child to be born, and Song Qing dares to say that the old emperor who is dying is one of them.

The third prince almost caused her to have a miscarriage, but Song Qing didn't add fuel or vinegar, but just said the facts, as for how Zhao Cheng would deal with her, just ask, just raise the baby with peace of mind.

The next day, the emperor sent Zhao Cheng to the palace for an audience.

Roughly speaking, even if the third prince was at fault first, he also broke a rib and is still lying on the bed, in short, this matter ends here.

Walking out of the palace, Zhao Cheng's face was gloomy.

Now is not the time.

If Song Qing was not pregnant, maybe some things could be advanced, and now he just wants the child to be born safely, and he doesn't want to see blood before that.

When Zhao Cheng returned to the house, Song Qinggang drank the medicine and fell asleep.

At this time, it was quiet in the room.

Zhao Cheng walked to the side of the bed, reached out and lifted the curtain of the bed and sat beside her.

After sitting quietly for a while, looking at Song Qing, whose face was obviously not very good on the bed, Zhao Cheng reached out and gently touched her cheek.

His gaze fell on Song Qing's abdomen.

There were his children there.

Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand and put it on Song Qing's abdomen through the quilt, touched it gently, and then withdrew his hand.

Before you know it, it's already beginning to manifest itself.

"You have to be nice."

Born safely.

I don't know if it's a boy or a girl.

All good.

He liked them all.

……

Time flies.

After raising the fetus, Song Qing's belly began to grow, summer passed, autumn came, and slowly the autumn leaves fell to the ground, and in a blink of an eye, it was snowing.

Spring goes and spring comes again, and the flowers bloom again.

The peach blossoms are in full bloom in March, but because it is the beginning of the month, the buds of the peach blossoms at this time hang on the branches.

Now Song Qing's body is already very heavy, or it is difficult to walk.

She's going to give birth, and according to the time, it's a matter of the past few days, but I don't know if it's a few days earlier or a few days later.

In order to have a better life, these days, Song Qing insists on walking around the yard every day. Or Yahuan helped her walk, or Zhao Cheng personally helped her walk, in short, even if she was very tired, she insisted on walking around sooner or later.

In the courtyard, Zhao Cheng took Song Qing and walked slowly in the yard, while Song Qing was obviously a little difficult to follow him with his belly that was about to give birth.

Seeing that his child was about to be born, although Zhao Cheng didn't show anything on his face, he was actually really nervous.

In other words, now in the entire Prime Minister's Mansion, the preparations that should be done up and down have been made.

But even so, Zhao Cheng was still not at ease, and even these days, except when necessary, he basically didn't go to the court.

Everything he did for her was in Song Qing's eyes.

Having such a husband is undoubtedly lucky, and it also gives her a real sense of belonging in this world.

The place where he is is the home of her and her children.

"Slow down."

"But I'm tired."

Song nodded lightly, "Hmm." ”

As the saying goes, if you don't know how hard it is to be a mother, it's really not easy to get pregnant, very tired, can't eat or sleep well, has back pain, and even walks hard.

Seeing that she was very tired, Zhao Cheng reached out and picked her up.

"Don't go yet, take a break."

"Well, that's fine."

Song replied lightly, and his hand habitually wrapped around his neck for him to hold. Zhao Cheng had a lot of strength, and he was holding it as if he were walking flat and breathing slowly.

There are very few pregnant women who don't gain weight, and Song Qing feels that she is the type that doesn't eat fat, but after pregnancy, it has developed horizontally.

Raising his eyes and glancing at the man's side face, Song Qing opened his mouth and asked, "Am I heavy?" ”

Zhao Cheng shook his head, "It's not heavy." ”

He was telling the truth, it wasn't heavy, and now it was heavier than the sword he used.

Song glanced at his arm and couldn't help but praise.

"Good arm strength."

If this was put in her time, there were really not many people who could pick up a pregnant woman who was about to give birth without blushing and panting.

Zhao Cheng: "It's okay. ”

Song Qing: "It is said that pregnant women are out of shape and their skin is not good, am I ugly now." So, dear husband, do you have any ideas? ”

“……”

What could he think.

Women are really incomprehensible, what are they thinking?

After hearing this, Zhao Cheng looked down at the person in his arms, and said something very seriously

"Ma'am, it's beautiful."

If anyone says it's not good-looking, it must have an opinion about him.

Song glanced at him lightly and snorted, "Count your acquaintance, if you dare to say that I don't look good, see how I clean you up." ”

“……”

The woman is really unreasonable.

However, his people.

That's how it should be.

Without waiting for him to speak, Song Qing added another sentence.

"And I'm out of shape in order to give birth to a baby for you, and I don't know if I can recover after giving birth, if you dare to dislike me in the future, be careful that I find a stepfather for your child."

“……”

Still want to find a stepfather for his son? Also one, two, three, four.

Don't even think about it.

He glanced at Song Qing coldly and said in a deep voice, "I'm not that kind of person." ”

Song Qing smiled.

"I'm not giving you a heads-up."

"Know you're not that kind of person."

"My prime minister is the most dedicated."

Zhao Cheng lowered his eyes and didn't speak, but his gaze at her was very gentle.

This evening.

When eating, Song Qing's appetite was not bad, so he drank an extra bowl of soup. Before I got off the table, I felt a pain in my stomach.

At first, Song Qing thought that she might have eaten too much, but it wasn't until the pain couldn't stop that she realized it later.

This is, she's going to give birth.

Reaching out and touching her stomach, she couldn't help but gasp for breath because of the pain of the fall.

Seeing that her face was wrong, Zhao Cheng, who was sitting next to her, immediately reached out and touched her waist.

"What's wrong?"

Song pointed to his stomach.

"I, I'm probably going to give birth."

(End of chapter)