The palace master walked towards the carriage step by step, holding the little guy in his arms, very carefully.

She had never been so nervous even at the succession ceremony of the Palace Master of Baihua Palace.

It can be seen that her movements of holding the child were somewhat stiff and clumsy, and she even held her breath.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The coachman and Lingyin quickly stepped aside.

The Palace Master is an expert in martial arts and never uses a footstool when getting on a carriage.

"Where's the stool?!"

She scolded.

Then he realized that his voice was too loud, and hurriedly patted the little guy to comfort him, "I'm not talking about you, I'm not talking about you, don't be afraid..."

Wei Xiaobao was sleeping soundly and was not frightened at all.

The driver put the stools in place.

The palace master could reach the top in one step, and she gave off the air of a lady from a noble family.

Palace Master: "Curtain, curtain!"

"Uh... yes."

Lingyin, with an indescribable expression, slowly opened the curtain for the violent palace master who could blow the curtain away with just a breath.

After the Palace Master sat down safely, he let out a long sigh.

The rest of the people also got on the carriage.

Ling Yun inherited the Palace Master's extravagant personality. Just looking at the carriage, you can tell that it can accommodate so many people without feeling crowded.

Su Xiaoxiao lay on the soft couch. Wei Ting covered her with a quilt and sat beside her to watch over her.

The Palace Master was so excited that she was bubbling with excitement. Looking at the baby in her arms, her eyes were glowing green.

Jing Yi sat beside her, opened his clear eyes wide, and looked at the baby curiously.

"She's so small."

Jing Yi said.

The Palace Master said: "Not small anymore, Ling Yun was even smaller than her when he was born!"

Ling Yun suffered a lot in his mother's womb and barely made it to birth, a wrinkled little ball.

During the confinement period, the palace master didn't even dare to hold him in her arms, for fear of accidentally breaking his little arm.

The Palace Master feels completely safe when he holds Xiaobao in his arms!

When the carriage was leaving the city lord's mansion, it unexpectedly collided with the carriage of Tianyu Hall.

Ji Minglou came to visit his sister, and Madam Ji was also there.

The two got off the carriage at the gate as usual, but unexpectedly saw the carriage of Baihua Palace coming out.

Madam Ji frowned: "What's going on?"

Outsiders are not allowed to drive carriages into the City Lord's Mansion.

The guard explained, "Palace Master Yun is here to pick up Granny Ghost to heal the Phoenix Bird for the Baihua Palace."

Madam Ji said unhappily, "I'm asking, how did her carriage get in?"

The guard said awkwardly: "This... is what the city lord meant."

"Xiaobao..."

The palace master's extremely happy voice came from the carriage.

The carriage curtain was blown up by the wind, revealing the palace master's extremely beautiful face.

People who can't laugh have eyes full of pampering and smiles.

The way she held the baby made people almost forget that she was the ruthless and ruthless Palace Master of Baihua Palace.

The guards were all stunned.

Ji Minglou's expression also showed a trance for a moment.

Madam Ji glanced at her husband and secretly tightened her handkerchief.

Yunshuang noticed several gazes being scrutinized.

She raised her eyes and met Ji Minglou's deep gaze.

She sneered, rolled her eyes, and freed one hand to pull down the curtain! Ji Minglou turned around and said to Madam Ji, "Let's go in."

Madam Ji looked back at the carriage going farther and farther away, a trace of jealous hatred flashed in her eyes. - Ling Yun stayed in Baihua Palace to take care of the child.

The three little ones act like good boys in front of their mother, but as soon as their mother leaves, they use all their energy accumulated over the past few days to cause trouble for their master.

Ling Yun was brutally attacked by the Tiger Head Gang at the grave early in the morning. After the dance, they did nothing but played some musical instruments and sang a song.

Ling Yunsheng sat on the ground with no hope.

Finally, the servant reported: The Palace Master is back, and the Second Young Master and the Second Young Master's wife are also back!

Ling Yun stood up quickly, and for the first time couldn't wait to see his cheap brother who had betrayed him all the way.

"Master, where are you going?"

Xiaohu hugged his legs and wouldn't let him go.

Erhu hugged his other leg and sat on the ground.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes: "Get up!"

The two of them couldn't cheat.

"Big Tiger."

Ling Yun called his chief disciple, "Look at your two brothers!"

Da Hu came running over, looked at his two naughty brothers seriously, frowned, stepped on their little shoulders and climbed onto the master's back.

Ling Yun: “…”

Ling Yun said expressionlessly: "Do you need me to remind you that your mother is coming back——"

Before he could finish the word "了", the three little evil disciples on his body left him in an instant and ran out with a chirping sound! "Mom!"

The three of them didn't even know they had a new sister, and they rushed into the house and came to Su Xiaoxiao's bed.

He took off his shoes and was about to climb up, but Wei Ting picked them up one by one and slid them down.

"What?" Xiaohu asked dissatisfiedly.

Wei Ting said sternly: "Your mother just gave birth to a child and needs to rest. Don't bother her."

The three little ones were all startled.

Erhu: "Did mom give birth to a baby?"

Tiger: "Where's the baby?"

Wei Ting smiled and said, "Your grandmother is holding her. She will be here soon."

The palace master held the child in her arms, taking one step at a time, walking slower than a turtle, for fear of dropping the child.

Tiger jumped up and said, "Look at my brother! Look at my brother!"

He wanted a younger brother like Dahu, so that he could beat Dahu up! Erhu said, "I want a younger sister!"

The two little ones ran over to see the baby.

Dahu didn't go with his two younger brothers.

He lay on the edge of the bed, stretched out his little hand and gently touched Su Xiaoxiao's forehead, then moved his little face closer to his mother.

Su Xiaoxiao felt the child's closeness and knew it was Da Hu without even looking.

She closed her eyes, smiled slightly, raised her hands and held Da Hu in her arms.

Suddenly, she felt the little body on her body trembling slightly.

She opened her eyes and looked at Da Hu.

But Da Hu buried his head in her neck, not letting her see.

Su Xiaoxin's heart tightened, and she stroked his little head and asked softly, "Da Hu, what's wrong?"

Da Hu raised his head, looked at Su Xiao Xiao with red eyes, and choked up in a small voice: "Mom, does it hurt?"

Erhu and Xiaohu didn't understand this. Dahu had heard from villagers in the countryside that giving birth was more painful than having a surgery.

Su Xiaoxiao's throat suddenly felt a little swollen and painful.

She touched Da Hu's little face, her heart swelled, and her nose felt sore: "Mom, it doesn't hurt."

But when Da Hu saw his mother lying on the bed, looking very weak, he still felt very distressed.

Dahu stretched out his little arms and hugged Su Xiaoxiao's neck tightly.

Su Xiaoxiao also hugged him tightly.

Wei Ting reached out and stroked the little guy's head.

"Axe! Axe! Tie my sister!"

Xiaohu's excited voice came from outside the house.

"I want to see my sister!"

"I want to see my sister!"

Erhu and Xiaohu kept surrounding the palace master and calling out.

The palace master was very nervous: "Okay, okay, I'll show it to you right away."

Hearing the voices of his younger brother and the Palace Master's grandmother, Dahu wiped away his tears decisively.

Su Xiaoxiao gave him a gentle kiss.

Da Hu's ears turned red and he turned away shyly.

The palace master carefully placed the baby in the cradle that had been prepared early in the morning.

The three little ones were clinging to the edge of the cradle, their eyes wide open, looking curiously at their sister in the cradle.

2.3 million words, along the way, I have heard many different voices, and received a lot of encouragement from everyone. When I am writing very happily, I want to open another map, and when I am stuck, I think I should finish it as soon as possible.

I have been experiencing premature graying of hair recently, and there is a bald patch on my head. I always dream of myself typing.

That’s all I have to say.

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