The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

When Ji Wenyuan was asleep, Ni Huang and the child seemed to be vivid in his mind.

She would gently caress her stomach and look at him gently.

He leaned over and pressed his ear against her stomach. He could also feel the child's movements. That vivid and young heartbeat made him extremely excited... ...

When he woke up from the dream, everything in the dream was blurry and hazy. It was like smoke and clouds, making him unable to remember the details clearly.

There were a few days when, in order to enter the dream, other than handling the memorials, he would sleep in Yangxin Palace Hall.

However, this dream did not come every once in a while.

...

The warmth in the dream Made Ji Wenyuan feel even more desolate compared to the current palace.

Then, one day, Ji Wenyuan had a dream. He dreamed of Neon Phoenix giving birth.

He was not allowed to enter outside the door. He could only hear the woman's painful voice in the room. He wished that he could rush in and treat her with his body.

However, this was a dream. He could not enter the room no matter what

He only saw Lin Lang, a few female generals, and the midwife who was delivering the baby carrying pots of blood as they went in and out.

Suddenly, he didn't know how much time he had wasted in his dream. Finally, just as his heart was burning with anxiety, the loud cry of a baby came from the room. Ji Wenyuan's entire body trembled.

He watched Lin Lang and the others go into the room and talk to the woman.

He also wanted to see his woman, and also his child... ... their child ! !

But Meng ran let out a sigh of relief.

Ji Wenyuan was the one who was drenched in sweat. He woke up from the Palace in Yangxin Palace.

Sitting alone in the palace, Ji Wenyuan took out the letter from under his pillow. He read it countless times.

The letter was wrinkled beyond recognition.

However, looking at the child mentioned in the letter... ...

It was about time for their child to come into this world.

Closing his eyes, Ji Wenyuan lay down again.

He still wanted to fall asleep, but this time, no matter how much he slept, he could no longer enter the interrupted dream.

Holding the letter in front of him, the emperor in black robes, who was lying on the bed, suddenly thought of something... ...

He suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a glimmer of light in his usually silent eyes.

In a dream

He stood in the courtyard. In the room was a woman giving birth. In the courtyard, a tree was blooming with white pear blossoms.

It was early spring now. The pear blossoms in the capital were not yet in season.

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Lin Lang mentioned to Xia Ling a few more times about returning to the capital.

Xia Ling only smiled and said that she was not in a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, more than three months had passed. The pear blossoms in the courtyard had already bloomed and failed.

Sitting under the tree, in the cart next to it was little Ni Li, who was already three to four months old.

She had given the girl her surname and her first name, so she did not want to give Ji Wenyuan any chance.

Lin Lang and the others only thought that Xia Ling really intended to not go back for the rest of her life.

Secretly, they sighed a few times, but they also guarded Xia Ling with peace of mind.

Although Xia Ling had brought enough money, the female generals had nothing to do, so they set up a security bureau in a small county nearby.

The mother and daughter had an old woman and a maid to serve them, so they took turns to stay behind to look after them.

Today, Lin Lang stayed behind.

Xia Ling carefully copied a book on the stone table under the tree.

Besides being beautiful, Neon Phoenix only had good handwriting.

The handwriting of the book she copied was graceful and powerful. Looking at it made people calm down and study it carefully.

Therefore, the books she copied were very easy to sell in the bookstores in the county.

"Lin Lang, this ink is gone. Help me research some more. "

Rubbing her slightly sore wrist, Xia Ling put down the pen and said to her side.

Without a maid to serve the brush and ink, Lin Lang, a female general who had always brandished a knife and a spear, had also practiced a good hand at grinding ink.