The heavy rain outside the house stopped at some point, and the rain slid down the eaves, dripping. The wind pushed aside the dark clouds, revealing a bright moon. The white moonlight illuminated the night sky, which was clean and clear after the rain.

"Wow..." A baby's cry broke through the sky, indicating that a new life had come into this world.

The person lying on the bed half-closed his eyes tiredly, his pale face was wet with sweat, his hair was sticky on his face, and Fang Ziye had a smile on his lips, peaceful and calm. He heard the child crying, crying loudly and forcefully, and he knew that his child was born safely.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and Fang Ziye felt that he almost lost the strength to breathe, but at this moment, he could feel the joy from deep in his heart, and he was very happy.

"Congratulations, young master, you gave birth to a big fat boy." The midwife cleaned the child, wrapped the child in a red shirt and carried him to the bedside, announced the good news to the boy who had given birth, and said a few good words.

"Yeah." Fang Ziye responded softly.

Unlike the time when he gave birth to Baoer, he had a stomachache for several days and nights before he gave birth. After all, this boy knew how to feel sorry for his mother, and he gave birth without much trouble to his mother. But despite this, when the child landed, he used up all his strength to give birth to the child.

When the child was brought to him, Fang Ziye lifted his eyelids and glanced at the newborn child from the corner of his eye. The child was red like a little monkey. Like his elder brother, he had a smile on his lips. With

his eyelids half closed, he caught a glimpse of a small red mark on the child's arm, just like the red plum blossoms in the cold winter, which was exactly his favorite color.

"Wa wa wa..." The newborn child clenched his fists and cried loudly.

The grandmother holding the child smiled and said that the child was hungry, and asked someone to get goat milk. Listening to the voices and the child's crying, the person on the bed slowly closed his half-closed eyes and fell into a deep sleep, falling asleep tiredly.

At the same time - a baby's cry rang out in the Yi Wang Mansion, and the Yi Wang Concubine gave birth.

When he heard the baby crying, Liang Xijun knew that he had successfully given birth to his child, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face. At the moment the child was born, his soul seemed to be separated from his body, and he could no longer hold on and fell into a coma.

After pulling out the last silver needle, Feng Zhenglun put the silver needle back into the package, tied it up and put it in the medicine box, completing his task.

Feng Zhenglun is worthy of being the most outstanding medical genius of their Feng family, and his medical skills are comparable to those of old doctor Feng. Today, any doctor who replaces Princess Yi may not be able to successfully pull the person back from the gates of hell.

The door of the room opened, and Doctor Feng led his people out.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, the Princess gave birth to a boy." Feng Zhenglun came out with his medicine box, his sleeves stained with blood, and congratulated the prince. But his face was a little solemn, and it was obvious that he had something else to say, but he didn't know whether to say it or not.

Seeing Feng Zhenglun's expression, Feng Lingxiao signaled him to continue.

Seeing this, Feng Zhenglun cupped his hands and continued, "Your Highness, the princess had a difficult birth and injured her body. She needs to take good care of herself in the future. I will prescribe a prescription for you to take first. After you recover, maybe you can get pregnant in three or two years."

Doctor Feng said this in a tactful way. Even if the boy who was injured in childbirth recovers in the future, it will be difficult for him to get pregnant.

Fortunately, this baby is a boy after all. This child is the eldest son of Prince Yi, and the Prince Yi's Mansion will have a successor. If the princess can get pregnant in the future, that's great. If not, it can't be forced. It all depends on fate.

Feng Lingxiao's expression showed no joy or anger. He hummed, and he knew what was going on. He instructed the butler next to him, "Send someone to the account office to get 100 taels for Doctor Feng, and send Doctor Feng out."

Feng Zhenglun thanked His Royal Highness the King of Wings, bowed, and followed the person leading the way.

After Doctor Feng left, only the people from the King of Wings' Mansion were left outside the door. Butler Fu walked up to their prince and whispered something, and Feng Lingxiao nodded.

At this moment, Feng Lingxiao's heart wavered, but the thought flashed through his mind and he suppressed it. If doing so could trap Fang Ziye by his side for the rest of his life, he would not hesitate even if it made Fang Ziye hate him.

Sooner or later, this world will belong to him, Feng Lingxiao, and in the future it will be passed to their children. This world belongs to them.

Feng Lingxiao knew clearly what he was doing. Even if it made Fang Ziye hate him in the future, he never regretted doing so.

And everything was going on quietly.

The night passed and the dawn came.

It rained last night. Water accumulated in the low places on the ground. The carriages running on the road splashed water and passed by in a hurry. At dawn

, the street vendors set up their stalls. A gust of wind seemed to chill people to the bones. The vendor grabbed the tattered jacket beside him, crossed his hands and hid them in his sleeves, shouting at the top of his voice.

A new day has begun. The New

Year has passed, and spring is coming.

The end of winter and the beginning of spring is the coldest time of the year. This day seems to be colder than the day before.

There was a roaring firewood burning in the fireplace, making the whole room warm. Compared to the severe cold outside, it was warm as spring. The person sleeping on the bed had not woken up yet. His long eyelashes were like a small fan, and he was still sleeping. He looked very tired.

The servants walked lightly, for fear of waking up their masters.

The child wrapped in the swaddle was full and sleeping peacefully. The skin of the child, who was born not long ago, was still red. He was small and looked very cute. At this time, the child would sleep when he was full and eat when he was full.

Suddenly, the child in the swaddle moved, without opening his eyes, and opened his mouth and cried "wow".

"Waaa." "Huh!" When the second slave heard the young master crying, his eyes stood up, and he ran over with small steps, trying to pick up the crying young master. The old nanny who followed saw this, grabbed the irritable little slave, glared at him, walked over and picked up the young master with a gentle face.

The people outside heard the child crying and brought in the warm goat's milk.

As soon as the child was picked up, he smelled the fragrance of milk, sniffed his nose, and stopped crying. He was a good child, and the nanny smiled. It was warm in the house and too cold outside. The nanny who served them listened to their master's instructions and did not dare to take their young master outside, so they fed the young master goat's milk in their master's room.

Except for the baby crying at the beginning, the back room was quiet.

Fang Ziye was awakened by the crying of a child. When he woke up, he saw someone in the room holding a child and feeding him. He lay there and watched with a gentle smile in his eyes. He just watched quietly without saying a word. Ershun turned around and saw that their little master had woken up. He shouted, "Master, you are awake!"

The mother who was feeding the young master goat's milk glared at the noisy little slave. Seeing that their master had woken up, she did not go over immediately and was still concentrating on feeding the young master goat's milk.

The slave Ershun went over happily, squatted in front of their master like a puppy, and said, "Master, are you hungry? Master, you are hungry, right? Ershun has cooked porridge and soup for you in the stove. Do you want to eat now? Ershun will ask someone to bring it to you."

"Yeah." Fang Ziye responded softly with a smile in his eyes. Not to mention that he was really hungry, no one knew how long he had slept this time. Then he sat up with the help of the slave, and asked, "How long have I slept?"

"Master, you have slept for almost a day." Ershun said.

It was almost dark outside when their master woke up. Ershun knew that their master was too tired. The doctor came to see the master and said that the master was fine. He just told the master to have a good sleep. Only then did he feel relieved.

When the food was delivered, Fang Ziye ate a bowl of porridge in one breath. Seeing that the little servant was still trying to feed him, he shook his head and didn't want to eat anymore. When he woke up, he didn't see the man. He glanced into the room, but he didn't dare to ask the servants beside him whether the man had come.

When he woke up, he didn't see Feng Lingxiao, and he felt a little disappointed.

Seeing his master's expression, Ershun seemed to have heard what his master was thinking. The little slave Ershun was not afraid of his master and said with a smile, "Master, I came to see you after the morning court session. You were still sleeping at that time. I stayed with you in the room for a while before leaving."

Fang Ziye glared at the presumptuous little slave, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

After the grandmother fed the child, she brought the young master to their master and put him in their master's hands. Fang Ziye took the child, looked at the child's little face, and a gentle smile appeared in his eyes.

The child who had eaten a full stomach was half-closed his eyes, half asleep and half awake, looking very cute.

Having slept a lot during the day, Fang Ziye didn't sleep much at night and was still lying in bed. Unexpectedly, he waited for the person he wanted to see. The sound of the door opening and closing, the people in the room heard familiar footsteps, and Fang Ziye knew that Feng Lingxiao had come.

The child was asleep at this time, and the servant went outside.

Feng Lingxiao came into the room and saw the person who was not sleeping in the bed. He walked to the fireplace to warm himself up by the fire to dispel the coldness on his body, and then walked towards the bed. Meeting Yingying's eyes looking at him, Feng Lingxiao's eyes softened instantly, and asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Not sleepy yet." Fang Ziye shook his head and said.

The two people just stared at each other, and Feng Lingxiao saw something familiar in the eyes that were looking at him. He didn't understand why he had ignored such a look falling on him before. Why didn't he know it now?

Not seeing what he was afraid of in Fang Ziye's eyes, Feng Lingxiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was actually nervous in his heart, and was afraid that this person would know, afraid that this person would hate him. He didn't want Fang Ziye to hate him, and didn't want the eyes that were looking at him to be filled with hatred one day. He would hide all this and not let this person know.

"Go to sleep." After getting on the bed, Feng Lingxiao held the person in his arms. He didn't feel at ease until this moment. Lying in the familiar arms, Fang Ziye remembered that this person had not visited their child since he came in. He pushed him and said, "Lingxiao, you haven't visited the child yet."

"I visited during the day." Compared to visiting the child, it would be better to sleep with the person hugging him. Master Feng Si was not interested in getting up from the warm quilt to take a look at the little monkey.

Fang Ziye remembered that his little slave said that this person visited them during the day, so he thought he had visited the child. He wanted to ask this person if he liked their child, but then he thought that he must like it, so he thought about it and didn't ask.

Not long after giving birth to his second child, his body did not recover so quickly. Lying in the familiar arms, he fell asleep quickly. Until the person in his arms fell asleep, Feng Lingxiao looked at the crib, took a look, and then closed his eyes, and his heart was relieved.