Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf - Chapter 109

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Lin Feilu became pregnant in the fifth year of marriage.

Regarding pregnancy, she has always held the mentality of going with the flow. After all, contraceptives are not easy to do in this era, and everything can only be left to fate. But she still whispers in her heart occasionally, God, please don’t let me have a baby too early, let her enjoy the two-person world for a few more years.

It seems that God really heard her wish, so this child came too late in the expectation of the palace.

Because His Majesty has only such a queen, the eyes of all the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty and the common people of the Song Dynasty were all fixed on Lin Feilu’s belly.

The rumors and rumors about Princess Yong’an over the years have long since vanished under Song Jinglan’s iron-blooded means, and now everyone has no objection to the fact that the queen who has the blood of Dalin’s royal family gave birth to the crown prince.

Everyone just hopes that she will give birth sooner, give birth sooner, and give birth to a prince. Everyone should take advantage of the fact that the Song Kingdom is at its peak, His Majesty is in his prime, and all officials are prosperous, and cultivate this prince well.

In recent years, Lin and Song have been good neighbors and friendly, and the emperor of Dalin also visited the capital of Song State a few years ago. There is no one who does not love peace, and if it continues to develop, even if His Majesty abdicates in the future and the crown prince with the blood of Dalin succeeds, the prosperity of the two countries can continue.

A hundred years of peace is too rare in this era.

Everyone craned their necks and waited, and finally, in this winter, the news that the Empress was pregnant came.

The official of the Manchu Dynasty looked even more excited than Song Jinglan, the father.

Lin Feilu had a vague premonition before asking the imperial doctor to see her, but there was no warning. It was common for her to delay her period. Without morning sickness, it would be even more impossible to show her pregnancy. But when she woke up suddenly one morning before dawn, she had a strong intuition that she had.

Song Jinglan was still asleep, wrapping her arms around her waist, taking a breath and brushing her eyelashes gently.

Lin Feilu lay in his arms, pressed his belly with his palm, and after a while, rubbed the tip of his nose against his face.

Song Jinglan clenched her arms tightly, pressed the person into her arms, and said in a hoarse sleep, “What’s wrong?”

Lin Feilu’s voice was serious: “Xiao Song, I suspect that you are going to be a father.”

Song Jinglan slowly opened his eyes.

The two stared at each other, and for a moment, Song Jinglan quickly got up and put on a single coat and walked to the door, shouting in a deep voice, “Tiandong!”

Tian Dong responded from the door.

Song Jinglan said: “Xuan Taiyi.”

So before dawn, the imperial physician trotted all the way to the Lin’an Hall to take the pulse of the serious-looking Empress.

Lin Feilu’s intuition was confirmed, and she did.

It had only been more than a month, and the pulse was stable. The imperial doctor couldn’t help but kowtowed three times before going down to prescribe the anti-abortion pill.

Lin Feilu sat cross-legged on the bed and looked down at his flat belly. Song Jinglan closed the door and came over, patted her head and asked, “Are you still sleepy?”

Lin Feilu yawned, “A little bit.”

He lay down with someone in his arms and gently patted her back: “Then go to sleep.”

Lin Feilu felt in the quilt, touched his hand, then grabbed his palm, pressed it lightly on his lower abdomen, and asked him in a small voice, “Are you happy?”

Across the thin layer of clothes, his palms were hot, and he lowered his head and kissed her messy temples: “I’m very happy.”

Lin Feilu felt that he couldn’t sleep, changed to a lying position, pressed his hand and his own on his lower abdomen, his voice was a little excited: “Xiao Song, what should we name him/her? ”

Before Song Jinglan could answer, she said again, “Guess it’s a boy or a girl? Do you like boys or girls?”

He smiled, kissed her eyes, kissed the tip of her nose, and kissed the corners of her curved lips: “I like it, I like it.”

Lin Feilu thought for a while, and continued to ask excitedly, “If it’s a boy’s nickname, it’s Song Xiaolan, and a girl’s name is Song Xiaolu, how about it?!”

He couldn’t help laughing: “Okay.”

The Queen’s pregnancy has become the biggest happy event this year.

Lin Feilu is in good health and the fetus is growing very well. Although she is pregnant for the first time, when a sister was pregnant, she accompanied her to several classes. She knows that pregnant women should not lie down all the time. Exercise and yoga are more conducive to the birth of the fetus.

After all, in this era of imperfect medical equipment, having a child is a very dangerous thing.

Therefore, the palace people of Yongan Palace watched in horror every day the Queen Mother made all kinds of strange movements on the mat.

Other women were pregnant and wished they could stay in bed for ten months, but her own mother was so tossed, and the palace people were afraid and worried. Song Yu couldn’t persuade her, so she secretly ran to find Song Jinglan.

Then Lin Feilu gave His Majesty Xiao Song a half-hour yoga class for pregnant women.

He knew she was flexible, and when he heard her righteous words, he couldn’t help laughing. Although he believed what she said, he still consulted an imperial doctor for insurance purposes. Although it was the first time that the imperial physician had heard about yoga, but combined with medical concepts, he also came to a harmless conclusion, and Song Jinglan was completely relieved.

But because of pregnancy, I can’t go to Qinshan to spend time with everyone this year.

Lin Feilu wrote a letter to Lin Ting, and after that, he put away his fun thoughts and raised a baby in the palace with peace of mind.

However, the days of raising a baby were not boring. Song Jinglan knew that she liked reading novels, so she invited a troupe from Lincheng to come to the palace to show her. So Lin Feilu lived a happy life of watching live-action series every day.

She was so bored that she wrote “The Legend of the Condor Heroes”. For a person who has watched all the films and TV series of the Condor Shooting, it’s easy to write down most of the classic plots and lines.

After writing the script, with the name of Mr. Jin Yong on the book, she called all the famous characters in Lincheng into the palace, and then selected the actors one by one, and then handed the book to the class leader and watched him film every day.

When have you seen this kind of vernacular script, the story is still so wonderful, the performance form is surprising, the dramatic conflict is strong, and it is very ornamental, so the name of the old man Jin Yong quickly resounded in the Lincheng literary and musical world.

Later, everyone knew that there was a big man in the palace, who was the master of the queen’s scriptures!

During her pregnancy, Lin Feilu had a good addiction to being a director, screenwriter, and producer. Of course, the prenatal education did not fall behind. Every day, Song Jinglan made Song Jinglan play the piano and flute to her stomach and read the Four Books and Five Classics.

Among the many expectations, Song Xiaolan was born in the autumn of the second year.

Lin Feilu gave birth very smoothly, and the imperial physicians and folk doctors that Song Jinglan had prepared in advance for various dangerous situations were useless. Fifteen hours after the midwife entered, the sound of a baby crying could be heard in the room.

It is also because of the precedent of the empress, and later pregnant women yoga was introduced to the folk. Women increased proper exercise during pregnancy, which to a certain extent reduced the chance of death of women in Lin and Song countries during childbirth. Lin Feilu, who was originally called a living Bodhisattva by the people because of his kinship, has once again invisibly increased his popularity among the people.

Of course that’s all for later.

When Song Xiaolan was born, she was a red and tender ugly monkey.

The first time Lin Feilu saw the newborn baby, he felt ugly at first sight.

She didn’t even catch her breath, and almost burst into tears. She said to Song Jinglan, who was sitting beside the bed and held her hand, “Why are you so ugly? Is it a mutation?”

Song Jinglan: “…”

Song Xiaolan, who was still in swaddling clothes, cried even louder.

Song Xiaolan, who was disliked by her mother for being ugly when she was born, was furious and tried to be strong. After more than half a month, she finally became good-looking.

The little baby heard the footsteps from outside the hall, and the familiar smell of milk on the mother’s body, opened his eyes wide for a while, and his small hands swayed unconsciously in the air.

He finally looks good!

The queen mother should praise him!

The curtain was lifted, and the woman leaned in and lowered her head. After looking at each other for a long time, Lin Feilu screamed: “Song Yu! Where is my ugly son?! Whose child is this lying on the ground? My ugly son’s shaker!”

Song Xiaolan: “…”

After the baby is full moon, the facial features and skin slowly grow.

White and pure, with black eyes and red lips, cute enough to melt people’s hearts.

He is usually very cold. Although he doesn’t cry or make trouble, he doesn’t laugh when the maids and maids tease him. Only when Lin Feilu is there, the little baby will make all kinds of cute expressions that don’t pay for their lives. .

Lin Feilu covered his heart: “Ah! My son is so cute, ah, so cute!”

Song Xiaolan was very satisfied with this.

He likes to see how his mother is so cute!

Song Xiaolan looks very similar to his father, his eyebrows and eyes are carved out of a mold, but his face and lips follow his mother’s, so his facial features are more cute and softer.

When he can speak, the most frequently asked question to Lin Feilu every day is: “Mother, am I cute?”

Lin Feilu said firmly: “Song Xiaolan is the cutest child in the world!”

Song Xiaolan glanced at her father, who bowed his head to review the memorial, then climbed into Lin Feilu’s arms and hugged her neck, leaning closer to her ear and asked secretly, “Is that cute or my father is cute?”

Lin Feilu said: “Of course it’s you!” She also whispered in his ear: “The father cannot be described as cute, he is handsome and handsome!”

Song Jinglan, who was critiquing papers, looked up and smiled slowly at his son.

The witty Song Xiaolan sensed something from his father’s smile, so he, who was literate, began to look up the difference between cute and handsome.

After checking, I found that handsome and handsome not only have two more words than cute, but also more praise than cute!

I don’t know who wrote this book, but it even said that when you don’t know how to praise a person, praise him as cute.

This is so embarrassing!

It turns out that the mother always praised herself for being cute because she couldn’t find any other praise words!

Song Xiaolan cried angrily: “I don’t want to be cute anymore!”

So Lin Feilu found out that the cute milk dumplings have a small face all day long, their waists are straight, and they don’t wear the little dinosaur Pikachu clothes she made for him.

What Song Jinglan did, he followed the lesson with a serious look, wearing the same color as the father and the same hairstyle.

Song Jinglan glanced at the miniature version of herself next to her, leaning over to support her forehead with her fingers.

Song Xiaolan immediately followed suit, but because her body and arms were too short to reach, she fell off the bed.

Fall and cry.

Song Jinglan snorted, and before Lin Feilu rushed over, he reached out and picked up the milk ball, put it on his lap, and asked softly, “What are you doing?”

Song Xiaolan said, “I…I’m learning from the emperor…”

Lin Feilu came over and wiped his dirty little face: “Why do you want to learn from the father and the emperor?”

Song Xiaolan looked at her father and mother again, the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she raised her head and cried: “I also want to be as handsome and handsome as my father, but I can’t learn it at all, woo woo woo woo —”

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Don’t cry, don’t cry, grandma hugs