Time passed bit by bit, the sky had darkened, and the lamp stands on the second floor were lit with oil lamps.
The cries of pain and the midwife's encouraging voice never stopped in the house.
Listening to the increasingly hoarse sounds of pain in the room, the group could only wait anxiously outside the delivery room.
Suddenly, a loud cry was heard in the delivery room, which shocked everyone!
Fang Zhengyi and Emperor Jing Li Yuanzhao looked at each other for a few seconds, and joy appeared in their eyes.
It’s born! It’s born!
The next moment, the midwife pushed the door open and walked out with a happy look on her face.
Fang Zheng rushed in with his head down, feeling anxious as if he was being scratched by a cat. He wanted to go in and see how Li Miaohan was doing.
The midwife quickly stretched out her hand to stop him and said, "Congratulations, Master Fang. Congratulations, Master Fang. Mother and child are safe! Master Fang, you cannot come in yet. Wait a moment longer!"
When Fang Zheng heard the word "safe", his whole body went limp and he almost collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, Li Yuanzhao helped him up in time.
Fang Zheng wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "I'm glad that he's okay. Is the baby a boy or a girl?"
The midwife was stunned.
"I'll go back and take another look!"
After saying that, he turned and went inside.
"Master Fang, it's a boy!" A voice came from the ward.
Fang Zheng showed an idiot's smile.
Boys are good, as they will become strong laborers in the future.
Emperor Jing looked at Fang Zhengyi silently, with relief in his eyes.
It seems that he was really anxious and lost his mind, and he really cared about Miaohan.
"Zhengyi, I've already said that both mother and child are safe, and I'm still asking about the gender of the child. Have you decided on a name for the child?"
When Emperor Jing asked, Fang Zhengyi finally remembered.
The child's name has not been decided yet, but the two had discussed this issue more than once when Li Miaohan was pregnant.
Fang Zheng's names were rejected one by one.
When Emperor Jing mentioned it again, Fang Zhengyi began to recall it again.
Fang Yun, Fang Qiangdong, Fang Fite, Fang Booth,... Since Miaohan can't accept it, my father-in-law certainly can't accept it either. It's a pity that such a good name doesn't suit the local climate, so we can only choose a localized name.
"I have made up my mind, and I will ask him to work."
"There is a deep meaning behind naming him Laodong. My family has been diligent for generations, and we are proud of working for the country. We discipline ourselves and others. Now the next generation must also carry forward the tradition of loving labor, so that others will want to work actively after hearing it. To be honest, I want to change his name to this, so as to constantly spur my subordinates to contribute to the country."
Li Yuanzhao burst out laughing and quickly covered his mouth. After recovering from the laughter, he said, "Old Fang, I thought you were going to name him Fang Aiguo, Fang Aimin, or something like that. I didn't expect it could be even more earthy! Labor is good, this name is good!"
These two shameless bastards! They are both fathers, and they are still teasing my grandson?
Emperor Jing pulled the corner of his mouth, glared at Li Yuanzhao, then looked at Fang Zheng and said coldly: "Then you will be called Fang Laodong from now on! I will personally choose the name of my grandson."
"Well....."
As they were talking, the midwife came out of the ward again, holding the swaddling clothes, and came up to Fang Zheng and said, "Master Fang, please take a look at the child. The room is still being cleaned up. When it's done, you can go see the princess."
Emperor Jing and Li Yuanzhao also walked closer to take a look at the newborn.
Fang Zheng leaned over to look at the baby in the cradle and stared at him with frowned brows.
I saw a wrinkled child lying in the cradle, who looked like a little old man.
He doesn't cry much now, and his little hands are clenched unconsciously.
There is no such thing as good-looking. To say he is ugly is a compliment.
Although he was her own son, she did not seem as happy as she had imagined.
"It's so ugly." Fang Zhengyi sighed.
"Yeah, why does she look like this? Not pretty at all, is she sick?" Li Yuanzhao added stupidly.
Emperor Jing also happened to look over and was furious when he heard this: "You two are ignorant beasts! This is what a newborn baby looks like. It will become more beautiful after some time."
As he spoke, he snatched the swaddling clothes, gently held Fang Laodong in his arms, and teased him with his fingers, saying, "How can this child be ugly? Look how much his eyebrows resemble mine."
"Father, he hasn't grown eyebrows yet." Li Yuanzhao reminded him kindly.
Fang Zhengyi nodded.
"Get out! All of you, get out! Why don't you go and see how Miaohan is doing?" Emperor Jing was furious.
Li Yuanzhao was usually stupid, but Fang Zhengyi's brain wasn't working very well today either.
The two of them were using their energies together, and if he said one more word he would probably get so angry that he would have a cerebral hemorrhage!
Soon, the ward was cleaned up and the midwife opened the door, signaling Fang Zhengyi to come in.
Fang Zhengyi hurried into the house, and Emperor Jing followed with the child in his arms.
Li Miaohan was pale at the moment, lying sickly on the bed. Seeing Fang Zheng coming, she forced a smile and said, "Husband, where is our son?"
"How are you? Father is holding his son. Don't worry about him, he's fine."
Emperor Jing held the swaddling clothes, sat down beside the bed, handed Fang Laodong to Li Miaohan, and said softly, "Miaohan, the child is fine, you should rest well first."
Li Miaohan looked at the 'little old man' in the cradle and a flush of blood welled up on her face. She actually propped up half of her body and tried to hug the child.
Fang Zhengyi quickly held her down and said, "Listen to your father, you should rest first. You can hold the baby after you have rested. The baby is still ugly now."
Li Miaohan opened her beautiful eyes wide, slowly glared at Fang Zhengyi, and said angrily: "How can you say that about your own child? Don't you like him?"
"I like it. I like it very much..." Fang Zheng laughed awkwardly.
"Father, have you decided on a name for the child?" Li Miaohan asked weakly.
Emperor Jing thought, "Now that it's done, how about calling me Chen Yu? Borrowing Hong Chen Wanli means I have a sense of propriety."
Li Miaohan nodded happily.
As expected, he is my father. His naming is much more reliable than my husband's.
I even wanted to give my child a four-character name, Fang Yinstein, which made me so angry that my stomach hurt.
Fang Zheng curled his lips.
This name is too bad, it’s not as good as Fang Laodong, which is grand and practical!
My son will definitely be a manager in the future. This kind of leadership is called labor. Do the people below dare to lie down?
What a pity...some people don’t know the value of it.
Afterwards, several people gathered around the child and started chatting, and the delivery room was filled with a warm atmosphere.
Emperor Jing held Fang Chenyu in his arms and rocked him gently, patting him from time to time with his face full of doting.
When I'm happy, I'll stretch out my fingers and touch his little mouth.
Fang Zheng felt that it was a bit unhygienic when he saw it. He wanted to say something several times but finally held back.
If the elderly like to tease children, let them do it... Don’t be afraid if they get a little dirty, just think of it as building immunity.
Fang Zhengyi asked, "Your Majesty, I heard that Concubine Wei in the palace is about to give birth in the next two days. I wonder how the palace is preparing?"
Emperor Jing said, "Well, I heard from the Imperial Hospital that it will only take a few days. But you have given me a good omen. I hope everything goes well in the palace."
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