Can't feel it? Twinkle? So the person who appeared was not an ordinary person? So who is it exactly? Could it be Xiaoxiao? But there is no news from Gongsun Mansion at all? What the hell is going on?

Then it seems that this matter is not Concubine Yu's shot, so it was really Concubine Ling's action?

Sometimes he really wants to find an ordinary woman to live an ordinary life, but he may not have such a life in his life.

Now he just wants a child, and he just wants a child to inherit everything he has, but he has been marrying a wife and concubine for almost three years, almost three years, it's not easy to have a child, how can he be easily hurt by someone?

He has always known that the women of the harem are like wolves in sheep's clothing, and every woman is not so simple.

The crown princess, Concubine Ling, and Concubine Yu are not simple people, but after Concubine Yu came back from the cold palace, she seems to have changed a lot. Was it a survey of his hobbies? No matter what he sends, it's what he used to like, vegetable porridge, I'm afraid the queen doesn't know that he likes to eat these.

Had to make him suspicious. But as long as she gives birth to a child well, he will give her glory and wealth.

"Step aside, continue to protect, next time this palace doesn't want to see an accident happen, otherwise you will apologize for your crimes."

"Yes, Prince." The two guards retreated.

Min Hua visits Bing'er every day.

"Prince, the child moved today."

Min Hua's eyes lit up, "The child moved?" ”

"Yes, do you want to touch it?" Bing'er looked at the prince expectantly, Min Hua finally hesitated, stretched out his hand and stroked Bing'er's belly through the clothes, stayed for a while, didn't feel the child moving, originally wanted to withdraw his hand, but the moment before, he felt his belly hit his palm. It was amazing to him.

"He moved." He didn't know how to express it, it was his first child, his first child.

At this time, Bing'er exuded the brilliance of motherhood, looking at her stomach lovingly, but when she thought of the moment the child was born, that is, when she left, she was really reluctant, really reluctant.

"Prince, the concubine doesn't ask for anything, I just hope that the prince will take good care of the children in the future." Brother Hua, she is undoubtedly the happiest one to have this year, and now with the child, she really has nothing else to ask for.

Min Hua took a deep look at Bing'er, how could he have a feeling as if he was explaining his last words?

"Don't worry, Hongu will take care of your children."

Bing'er smiled, too, Brother Hua's own child, she will take care of it, it's her who thinks about it more, she thinks about it more.

Time passes day by day.

It's been more than nine months, and it's just a few days before the due date.

Bing'er had already prepared the child's small clothes.

She likes children very much, from the moment she learned about it, she was extremely happy, feeling that the child in her belly was growing up day by day, the hard work of carrying a child and morning sickness, she was not afraid of these, she was not afraid of anything. Brother Hua has been more diligent in the past few years, and she comes to see it every day, and she knows that she is very much looking forward to the arrival of this child.

this day.

She had only eaten a little when she felt a little pain in her stomach, and she knew that she was going to give birth.

Immediately let the calligraphy and painting prepare. Wen Po and the imperial physician have been living in the side hall of her palace for a period of time, just to give birth to a child.

She wanted to see Brother Hua, maybe it was the last time.

"Calligraphy and painting, what about the prince?" Bing'er really wanted to see the calligraphy and painting that she couldn't bear the pain and asked.

"Niangniang, the prince may not have gone down to court yet, so let the slave help you in." The two famous stable women standing next to the calligraphy and painting, as well as the imperial doctor, it can be seen that the mother did not go in, so she had to let the calligraphy and painting persuade her.