Because of Huo Xiaolong's special physique and the blessing of the spiritual spring, he didn't suffer much during childbirth; it wasn't as painful as losing an arm in a fight with Huang Ranhu.
Long'er even burped in bed after giving birth; she ate a bit too much.
She didn't need a cesarean section, and Hou Xiangxiang didn't need one either; she came out directly.
(Giving birth normally isn't like this in reality; it's incredibly painful! Don't read these letters! They're fake, all fake! I've seen people screenshotting them and saying the author is uncultured and lacks common sense!)
"Let me take a look."
Long'er reached out from the bed and directly asked Hou Xiangxiang for the child.
She clung to the swaddling clothes, glanced at the baby cautiously, and then looked away.
"It's too shabby."
"Kids are all like that. You've seen the babies born at our Fengyue Tower before."
"I know, but I still find it unacceptable."
Lan Tingche was all prepared to cry his heart out, but when he looked, his wife finished in a flash, and before he could even get into the mood, it was over.
"Not ugly, not ugly, just a little red."
The man quickly comforted Huo Xiaolong, saying he had read a lot of books about childbirth, including stories about women being unhappy after giving birth and even crying themselves blind or dying.
Look at this, Huo Xiaolong just sat up in bed and leaned over to look at the child.
It was only when Cen Ang and He Yi stood there and wouldn't let him go that he finally went back.
"I don't want to go through postpartum confinement, I don't want to wear a headscarf, no way!"
The Great Yan Dragon Princess is disobeying her elders again. The little eunuch at the door is used to it. Huo Xiaolong, like the late emperor, listens to his mother.
But there are some differences. These two mothers only manage her in trivial matters, and the Dragon Girl is really mischievous. In the more than ten years she has been in the palace, she has never seen any prince or princess who climbs over walls and trees to eavesdrop every day.
But she could, because she was the emperor, and no one cared about her.
In this world, brine is used to curdle tofu; everything has its counter.
Cen Ang and He Yi are Huo Xiaolong's...
"Listen to me, Long'er."
He Yi was unusually gentle, coaxing Huo Xiaolong little by little, but he had just given birth and was already in bed preparing to do a glute bridge, since he had already put his pants on.
"No, Long'er, don't move around too much," Lan Tingche said hurriedly, pressing Huo Xiaolong down on the bed.
"Then I don't want to have a postpartum period, and I don't want to wear a headscarf."
The young woman pouted, looking displeased, and didn't even want to look at the headscarf.
He Yi glanced at the little girl and wanted Xiangxiang to persuade her, but who knew that Hou Xiangxiang's stance was so wavering.
"Then we won't do it. If my Long'er doesn't care, we won't do it. I'll brew medicine for you and take your pulse every day to make sure you're well taken care of."
He Yi and Cen Ang just sat there, holding their heads, not knowing what to do.
"It's alright, Your Majesty,"
Dr. Gu walked in from outside. Seeing He Yi and Cen Ang's expressions, he knew that Huo Xiaolong was being silly again.
"If the Emperor doesn't want to do it, then he doesn't have to. She's in good health, and she's drinking the spiritual spring water, so she'll be fine."
Otherwise, it would be said that the sword is always Huo Xiaolong's Achilles' heel.
"If His Majesty is in good health and does not need to observe the postpartum period, then let him begin reviewing memorials from tomorrow, as before."
"Others, other things!"
Upon hearing this, Long'er sat up again, having just been coaxed back to bed by Lan Tingche.
The man sat beside the bed, his beautiful face filled with speechlessness.
"I'll do it, I'll do it."
You can be lazy and do a lot of things secretly during your postpartum confinement period, but you can't do that when you're reviewing official documents; you can spend a whole day just looking at them.
When Shen Qinghe heard that Huo Xiaolong could approve memorials, he was beaming with joy and extremely happy.
Seeing the current emperor obediently concede, he became unhappy again.
You review the memorials, and my wife keeps me company.
When you're in postpartum confinement, your wife will keep you company.
I don't know what the Empress does; she can't even approve memorials.
Lan Tingche: My wife loves me and won't let me approve it.
"Where is Da Ni'er? I was giving birth, where was she?"
Huo Xiaolong was pressed down again and asked while lying on the bed.
"She fainted, but she'll wake up soon."
Why did she faint when I gave birth?
The young woman on the bed was fed a mouthful of chicken soup. She didn't want to breastfeed, so she had the child's sister prick her with a needle until the baby died.
"She was so scared of you calling out that she fainted from the tension," Hou Xiangxiang said.
Huo Xiaolong was a little stunned by this news.
"She's a grassland queen, a perverted freak. She fainted when she heard someone was giving birth, and I hadn't even cried out yet."
"What can we do? Just accept it."
Hou Xiangxiang tucked the blanket around her and took out a needle, intending to prick Huo Xiaolong to sleep.
Whose baby looks so energetic after giving birth?
"Dear sisters, aunts, uncles, brothers, His Majesty and his child are safe and sound, please rest assured."
After Xiaocao announced the news outside, the Huo father and son finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat down.
"Boy or girl?"
"Reporting to the general, it's a girl."
Chunying couldn't stop laughing after hearing this.
"Good girl, good girl, from now on we'll dress her up beautifully."
"Princess!" Little Siman came running over excitedly.
These children insisted on going to see their aunt give birth, but the old eunuchs coaxed them home. Now they've come back.
Siman was not granted the title of princess because she was afraid that she would be unable to forge iron if she became a princess, so she refused even at the cost of her life.
Now, she has a princess sister.
"What sounds good about banning someone's account?"
Huo Xiaolong lay on the bed, squinting as he listened to his elders talk.
At this moment, Long'er, who was lying on the bed as a new mother, spoke again.
"Mingzhu! Mingzhu sounds nice."
“Doesn’t Da’an have a Princess Mingzhu?” the little girl replied.
"Yeah, I thought that name sounded nice back then. I even wanted to call myself Huo Mingzhu, but I was afraid of getting beaten up, so I didn't change it."
He Yi's hands started itching again after hearing this. What child?
"Let's go with Mingzhu," Lan Tingche said.
He is the father, so he has a certain amount of say.
Another thing is that Long'er really doesn't know how to pick names. This is the best-sounding name so far, without a doubt.
He didn't want his daughter to be called Princess Triumph or Princess Sword.
"My precious daughter, Long'er has such good taste."
Hearing Lan Tingche's words, the little girl finally couldn't help but laugh.
"Little Sister, are you laughing?" Huo Xiaolong asked.
"No, I don't usually laugh unless I can't help it."
"You wait, I'll spank you as soon as I can get up."
The child can't see too many people yet, and there's no use in the sisters outside worrying. They all went back to prepare things for the child and Long'er.
Ping'er is getting happier and happier these days.
Back then, she and the girl only wanted to see Huo Xiaolong grow up safely, get married, and that would be enough.
Things are different now; they can still look forward to Long'er's children growing up.
According to Xiangxiang, Long'er has given the child a good name this time: Mingzhu (Bright Pearl).
Even though it's just an account ban, it's still better to hear it.
Mingzhu, from now on, you will be our precious darling, just like your mother.
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