"Wow...... Wow......"

"Congratulations to the Prime Minister, mother and son are safe."

"It's a little master, mother and son are safe."

Mother and child are safe.

There is nothing more pleasing to Zhao Cheng than these words, and when a thousand words came to his mouth, Zhao Cheng forcibly held back a word.

"Reward—"

Peace is good.

It's finally all right.

gave birth to this child, Song Qing had exhausted all his strength. This is already Zhao Cheng's continuous internal force for her, otherwise she would have died a long time ago.

The vision in front of him was blurry, and Song Qing only saw the figure shaking, and his brain was dizzy. It seems that someone is talking in my ear, but I don't feel like I'm really listening. However, Song Qing heard the child's cry clearly.

Hearing the child's crying, Song Qing's whole person finally relaxed at this moment.

Her child was finally born safely.

At this time, Song Qing had no strength to speak, but subconsciously she still muttered.

"Kid."

"The kid is fine."

"It's a boy."

Listening to the low, familiar voice in his ear, a smile appeared on Song Qing's face.

That's nice.

Boy.

That must be like him.

I hope that it will not inherit his husband's facial paralysis and face, Song Qing, who relaxed thinking of this, finally slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

She was so tired.

After the child cried a few times, he fell asleep obediently, very quietly, and looked quite well-behaved. The newborn child was wrinkled, but the skin was quite white to see.

After the midwife wrapped the child, she put it in Song Qing's arms very lightly. One big and one small, plus Zhao Cheng sitting on the edge of the bed, the family of three looked very warm.

Until everyone in the room quietly retreated, only Zhao Cheng was still by Song Qing's side.

It was quiet in the room.

The strong smell of blood still permeated the air.

looked at the mother and son on the bed in a daze. Raising her hand, her fingers caressed Song Qing's bloodless cheeks, obviously her face was hot, but Zhao Cheng could feel that his hands were cold at this time.

No one knew that when he heard the news of her difficult birth, he felt that his body was frozen in blood, and his mind was blank for a moment.

If he hadn't forced himself to calm down, I'm afraid he would have burst out of breath on the spot and hurt everyone in the house. Even now he knew that she was fine, but he still had a feeling that he couldn't breathe and couldn't speak.

Looking at the woman lying quietly on the bed, Zhao Cheng bent down and lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips. He held her hand and pressed it against his face.

"Ma'am."

"It's okay."

It's fine if you're okay.

Zhao Cheng's voice was low and hoarse, and the words fell where people couldn't see him, and his tears fell silently on Song Qing's cheeks.

After a while, Zhao Cheng felt relaxed, turned his head, and his gaze fell on Song Qing's side. The infant child fell asleep quietly, his little hands clenched into small fists, and he looked very well-behaved.

He has children.

That's his son.

Parents should be happy if they know about it.

"Little cub."

Zhao Cheng reached out to touch his son's little hand, but after the hand was stretched out, he took it back. just patted it lightly through the small quilt, the force was very lightly controlled, and it was also very unskilled.

But it can be seen that he loves children very much.

This is the child that his beloved gave birth to him at the risk of his life, and it is not easy to get, and he will definitely teach him to grow up.

……

After giving birth, it is confinement.

Although Song Qing gave birth to a child safely, he also injured his body, in Xu Zhao's words, it is best not to have children in the past two years.

For this Song Qing, she thinks it's nothing, she already has one, and as for Zhao Cheng, she has no opinion. Even thinking of the picture when Song Qing gave birth to a child, he just had a cold back, and he didn't plan to let her have another one.

In order to replenish Song Qing's body, Xu Zhaona lived directly in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Even the whole house is doing their best, and they dare not relax for a moment.

It can be said that the entire Prime Minister's Mansion is now revolving around Song Qing, and Song Qing can be regarded as experiencing what it means to be favored.

At this time, by the waterhole in the suburbs, a man dressed in black stood on the shore, looking deeply into the water. Beside him stood a guard carrying a bucket.

These two were none other than Zhao Cheng and his personal guards.

Gu Wei glanced at his grandfather, he was noble, and the person in the position was actually natural, so people didn't dare to look at it directly.

But he's here to catch fish.

Before, they heard Dr. Xu mention it to the kitchen, saying that the fish grown here are very nutritious, and they are most suitable for women who have just given birth to stew soup to replenish their bodies. Then their lord didn't say anything, and turned around and let him carry the bucket out of the city and come here.

Zhao Cheng looked at the waterhole, raised his hand, and the powerful internal force spread out instantly with him and me as the center, and the next moment he slapped into the waterhole.

The water column rose into the sky, bringing with it countless fish of different sizes.

Seeing this, Gu Wei flew up, several afterimages flashed in the air, and when he stood beside Zhao Cheng again, there were already more than half a bucket of fish in the bucket. Those fish look very fat, and they are all suitable for stew.

Song Qing, who looked bloodless these days and could only lie on the bed, thought that he could do something for her.

Just right.

He wanted to cook a bowl of fish soup for his wife himself.

At this time, the kitchen was very quiet, only Zhao Cheng was alone, and Gu Wei stood at the door with a long sword with a serious expression.

In his lifetime, he could still see the third master cooking, and he felt that his eyes were going blind.

He is still very good at killing fish, after all, as long as the knife is fast, there is no fish that he can't kill.

Next, in Zhao Cheng's busyness, the fish was in the pot, but it was also smoking.

Gu Wei, who was standing at the door, could choke on the smell.

"Three, third master, or ......"

Before Gu Wei finished speaking, he was killed by his master with a cold eye.

"Master, you continue."

It's good that he's still silent.

Next, after Zhao Cheng wasted a few fish and almost burned the kitchen, Gu Wei finally smelled the fragrance from the pot.

It's not easy.

He was witnessing a miracle.

The fish soup came out of the pot, and Zhao Cheng turned his head to look at the guard standing at the door, and he poked the bowl in front of him with his fingers.

Gu Wei understood, stepped forward to try it, and then his expression was indescribable, and he swallowed it hard under the gaze of his own master.

Zhao Cheng: "How?" ”

Gu Wei said against his will: "The heat is already very good, and the fish is also tender, but it is a little salty." ”

It's not a little salty, but it's very salty, how much salt is put in it. He felt that if he ate all this bowl of fish soup, he would not be far from death.

Zhao Cheng glanced at him and waved his hand.

Seeing that after Gu Wei retreated, Zhao Cheng looked at the fish soup in the bowl, silently picked up the spoon and took a sip, and then put down the spoon in silence.

With a dark face, he looked at the fish left in the bucket, and his eyes were gloomy.

He still didn't believe that he couldn't cook a bowl of fish soup today.

……

(End of chapter)