Chapter 562 Her Majesty's Rebellious Prime Minister (43)

When Ji Wenyuan was asleep, Nihuang and the child, this scene seemed to be vivid in his mind.

She would caress her stomach tenderly and look at him tenderly.

He leaned over and put his ear on her stomach, and he could feel the movement of the child, the real and young heartbeat, which made him very excited...

And when he woke up from the dream, everything in the dream was indistinct, like a cloud of smoke, making him unable to remember the details clearly.

For a few days, in order to fall asleep, he slept in the Hall of Mental Cultivation besides dealing with memorials.

However, this dream does not happen all the time.

...

The dream was warm, but compared to the current palace, Ji Wenyuan was even more desolate.

Then, one day, Ji Wenyuan had a dream about Nihuang giving birth.

He was not allowed to enter outside the door. He only heard the pain of the woman in the room. He wanted to rush in and treat each other with his body.

But this is a dream, he can't walk through that door no matter what

All he saw was Lin Lang, a few female generals, and the midwife Wen, who were coming in and out with basins of bloody water.

Suddenly, after lingering in the dream for an unknown amount of time, finally when he was burning with anxiety, a baby was heard crying loudly in the room, and Ji Wenyuan was shocked.

He watched Lin Lang and the others go into the house and talk to the woman.

He also wants to see his women, and he also wants to see his children...their children!

However, he was suddenly relieved.

It was Ji Wenyuan who woke up from the palace of the Hall of Mental Cultivation with his back drenched in sweat.

Sitting alone in the palace, Ji Wenyuan took out the letter from under his pillow, and he read it countless times.

The letter paper was all wrinkled.

However, looking at the child mentioned in this letter...

After some time, their children should have come to this world.

Closing his eyes, Ji Wenyuan lay down again.

He still wanted to fall asleep, but this time, no matter how hard he went to sleep, he couldn't enter the interrupted dream.

Holding the letter paper and clasping it in front of him, the emperor in the black robe lying on the bed suddenly thought of something...

He suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a bit of light in his usually silent eyes.

In the dream——

He was standing in the courtyard, in that room was a woman giving birth, and in the courtyard, a tree of plain white pear blossoms was blooming.

It is early spring now, and the pear blossoms in the capital are not yet in bloom.

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Lin Lang mentioned to Xia Ling several times about returning to Beijing.

Xia Ling just smiled and said he was not in a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, more than three months have passed, and the pear tree in the courtyard has already failed to bloom.

Sitting under the tree, there is a three- to four-month-old little Nili in the cart next to her.

He gave the girl his own surname, and chose the first name together, because he didn't want to give Ji Wenyuan a chance at all.

Lin Lang and the others thought that Xia Ling really planned to never go back in this life.

Behind his back, he sighed a few times, but guarded Xia Ling with peace of mind.

Although Xia Ling brought enough money, the female generals were free to do nothing, so they set up an escort agency in a small county nearby.

There are mother-in-law and maids waiting beside the mother and daughter, and they will take turns to stay and take care of this.

Linlang stayed behind today.

Xia Ling was carefully copying a book on the stone table under the tree.

In addition to being beautiful, Nihuang also has a good handwriting.

The books she transcribes are beautiful and powerful. Looking at them makes people calm down and study knowledge carefully.

Therefore, the books she copied are very popular in bookstores in the county.

"Linlang, this ink is gone, please help me grind some more."

Rubbing his slightly sore wrist, Xia Ling put down his pen and said to his side.

Without a maid serving pen and ink, Lin Lang, a female general who has always wielded knives and guns, has also learned a good skill in ink research.