Zhang Ling ordered Little Lizi, "Send some reliable men over immediately. Make sure he rests peacefully. If you disturb me, you will be buried with them."

Little Leo couldn't help but shudder.

What should I do if the baby is born suddenly and there is no wet nurse prepared?

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It was rainy and cool before, but in a blink of an eye everything became dazzling and scorching.

The green leaves trembled slightly, making a slight rustling sound, as if they were gasping weakly.

Cicadas chirped loudly on the branches, their voices piercing and persistent, as if protesting the scorching heat. The air was filled with heat waves, making it difficult to breathe.

"Wooooooa ...

The baby cries from time to time.

Zhang Ling's face was gloomy.

The baby's cry was sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes sharp, sometimes whimpering, like a discordant symphony, filling the entire room.

The crying sound was like an invisible hammer, constantly hitting Zhang Ling's eardrums, making it impossible for him to concentrate on reviewing official documents.

"Little Leo, tell him to shut up." Zhang Ling rubbed his temples.

"Yes..." Little Leo was also sweating profusely.

Perhaps he was keenly aware that his mother was not around, and his heart was filled with anxiety, so he could only express his fear and longing by crying.

The wet nurses tried various methods in a panic, coaxing and patting the baby gently, but the baby's crying did not subside at all, but became more intense. The little face turned red, which made people feel distressed.

In desperation, the nurses were replaced one after another, but none of them could stop the baby from crying. The atmosphere in the room became increasingly tense, and everyone's face was filled with anxiety.

The veins on Zhang Ling's hand holding the brush were bulging.

I really want to kill someone.

"Hurry up, think of a solution!" Little Lizi certainly knew that Lord Zhang was in a very bad mood.

With a "bang", Zhang Ling kicked over the wooden barrel next to the crib.

The child was frightened and froze for a moment, crying even more miserably after a moment.

Zhang Ling held a sharp blade with the tip pointing at his own flesh and blood. His fingers were stiff, as if he might lose control at any time.

No one in the room dared to make a sound.

Zhang Ling's inner reason and emotions were fighting fiercely in his heart. In the end, his reason prevailed, he gritted his teeth, threw down the sword in his hand, turned around and rushed out the door.

His figure disappeared outside the door, leaving behind the silence in the room and the child's terrified cry.

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"Master Li, what should we do? The child keeps crying, and we servants have never encountered such a situation before! Normally, if we just hold him and walk around, he will fall asleep peacefully. What should we do now?"

"Oh, that's so miserable!"

"My family is still waiting for me to return. I don't want to die."

“………………”

The voices of the wet nurses rose and fell.

Leo was also extremely anxious.

what to do!

What should I do!

It's no use if the child keeps crying...

"Wait, there's a way that might work!"

One of the nurses shouted.

"What solution? Tell me quickly." Little Leo seemed to have found a savior.

"Go get the child's mother's clothes and wrap him up in them. Maybe he'll stop crying!"

Isn’t this simple?!

Little Lizi quickly ordered someone to bring Miss Shaoyao's remaining clothes.

After the child was wrapped up, he actually stopped crying.

Everyone felt relieved.