Twilight Moxibustion gave Wen Po a red envelope, and explained good-naturedly: "They have many sons, not rare sons, rare daughters." ”

Wen Po clutched the hand of the red envelope for a moment, and her smile froze on her face.

She has been a stable woman for decades, delivered at least thousands of children, and has never seen such a strange family.

I don't like my son, I like my daughter.

In a patriarchal country, it's really an alternative.

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"It's not easy for Xiuyan to get pregnant, Fuxi refuses to have another child, but they both gave birth to sons, and there is no one to inherit the throne, what should I do?"

Different from Wen Po's embarrassment, Prince Rong and his wife are really worried at this time.

"I knew that I would have ascended to the spirit realm with Xiyue and them."

Princess Rong muttered angrily: "Don't worry about this." ”

"At present, we can only rely on Xiao Ji and Jing Cheng."

Prince Rong touched his nose and smiled bitterly: "Let the two of them persuade their daughter-in-law to continue to give birth and have more children." ”

"Your Lin family, the genes for giving birth to a son are really too strong."

Prince Rong gave him a roll of his eyes, and smiled and sneered: "The spirit world is the same, more than a dozen brothers, only three daughters were born, fortunately, Xiyue's stomach was angry, and two princesses were born, at least the imperial throne was not vacant, causing turmoil in the court." ”

"My daughter-in-law has just given birth, her body is weak, and she needs to recuperate, so I won't mention it in advance, let it be."

Prince Rong's speed shifted the topic, and it was a fact that he had a son with strong genes, and he couldn't refute it.

"Ugh."

Prince Rong sighed and said no more: "Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, and I don't care about it."

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In the delivery room, Lin Jingcheng half-knelt in front of the bed and gently held his beloved wife's hand.

"It's a son."

Ye Xiuyan listened to the loud cry and was slightly disappointed: "It would be nice if it was a daughter, as cute as Sister Bao'er, pink, soft and glutinous, it hurts when you look at it." ”

"Madame wants a daughter, we can continue to have children."

Lin Jingcheng's eyebrows and eyes were gentle, with a hint of bewitchment: "We are still young, we can have many children in the future, and there is no daughter to continue to give birth, as long as you give birth to it, you will be more beautiful than Sister Bao." ”

"Who is going to have so many children."

Ye Xiuyan snorted arrogantly, withdrew her hand, and gave him a roll of his eyes: "A child wasted a year, sealing mana, how difficult it is to not be able to cultivate, don't you know?" ”

"As a husband, he naturally feels sorry for his wife."

Lin Jinhao was cheeky, held his wife's hand again, raised it to his mouth, and kissed it: "Isn't this serving Mrs. wholeheartedly, Mrs. doesn't want to have another life, is it because she is not serving her husband well enough, and Mrs. is not satisfied?" ”

"You go out first, and people listen to the joke."

Ye Xiuyan's cheeks were flushed by his faceless words, and she didn't have the anger to push him.

Lin Jingcheng refused to leave: "If you hear it, you hear it, my lord coaxes his daughter-in-law, and I am afraid that outsiders will hear it." ”

As he was talking, two maids of Prince Rong's mansion lifted the curtains in Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter, and came in with a change of bedding and clothes.

Ye Xiuyan blushed and hurried to pick up people: "It's time to change clothes, you go out quickly." ”

"I'll change it."

Lin Jingcheng still didn't want to leave: "When we used to be the two of us, we didn't always change your clothes for your husband. ”

Spring, summer and autumn and winter did not dare to disobey the prince, put down the tray, and retreated numbly.

"You, in front of the maid......"

Ye Xiuyan grinded her teeth angrily, but she couldn't grind a certain black-bellied prince, so she could only let him change her clothes and bedding.

The two maids covered their mouths outside the door and snickered, envious.

If you want to talk about spoiling wives and crazy demons, everyone in Kyoto City knows that our prince is called second, and no one dares to call him first.

It's so arrogant!