Madam is a Superstar

"Squeak."

Yuan'er pushed open the door and met the emperor's gaze at the first glance. She tightened her grip on the door and spoke quickly,

"Your Majesty, you can come in. My Majesty asks you to take the little prince with you."

Speaking of the little prince Yuan'er, I couldn't help but peek inside the blue swaddling clothes. Her round face was also filled with surprise.

Almost everyone thought that the empress was pregnant with a little princess, but never thought that she was pregnant with a little prince.

During this moment of thinking, Yuan'er

Nangong Yu had already strode into the delivery room with the baby in his arms, his brows furrowed without any trace, only because of the faint smell of blood that hit his face.

"Come in, come in, Ayu, come quickly, bring the child in and let Xiao Qingqing take a look.

Yuan'er, go and ask them to clean up the delivery room. Then go and bring another bowl of the warm ginseng soup from the kitchen to Xiao Qingqing. "

The Queen Mother was not in a hurry to hug her grandson as she had been outside just now. Instead, she got up and gave up the space next to the bed to her son.

The same goes for Grandma Song. Her granddaughter has the confidence to go out and pick out some clothes for her great-grandson.

"Hmph~"

Nangong Yu held the child and sat down beside the bed. The infant child smelled a familiar smell.

Naihuhu snorted and moved restlessly, her soft face kept moving towards Song Qing, showing with practical actions that she wanted to have sex with the queen mother.

"Why is it a blue dumpling? Huh? Little rascal, it wasn't you that my mother saw that time."

Song Qing was so depressed that she touched the child's head with thick black hair, saying this made her heart warm.

This is her and Donor Huo's child. Tsk, she, Song Qing, is now someone else's mother.

"Hmph~"

The child couldn't understand what the queen was saying. As soon as his father placed him on the bed, his fragrant and soft body instinctively moved closer to his mother.

Song Qing was amused, but it was a pity that it hurt so much when she smiled. She hurriedly suppressed her smile and then felt better. Then Xiaotuanzi snorted,

"What are you talking about? Okay, Empress Lan Tuan loves you too."

Although it was really painful when I just gave birth, I gritted my teeth and didn't cry out in pain, but in my heart I was greeting the eighteenth generation of Nangong Yu's ancestors, by the way...

Song Qing later realized that the man beside him had not spoken. His eyes moved to Nangong Yu, and he chuckled.

"Why are you staring at me? Your Majesty, am I in a sorry state now?"

His voice was usually lazy, but it was more than one degree lower than his usual speaking voice.

Although I have internal strength, I will deliberately go to the imperial garden or various places in the palace to exercise in my spare time in the next three months.

But it goes without saying that giving birth to a baby for the first time is difficult. If I hadn’t held my breath and not wasted my energy in shouting,

Maybe she was so exhausted right now that she couldn't even speak. She was tired and in pain. She had never been in such pain in her life.

A beautiful and dazzling face looked a little pale and haggard at the moment. Nangong Yu's eyes darkened, and his straight and well-proportioned fingers lightly touched,

"Thanks for your hard work."

The three short words came out dry and hoarse from the throat, and the rough fingertips traced Song Qing's lips that were moistened by the water he had just drank.

"I won't have any more babies in the future, just one is enough."

One is enough, once is enough.

He could not sympathize with the hardships of a woman going through the pain of childbirth. He only knew that Zhang Yang was so unbridled that she had never been so embarrassed by anything.

She was afraid of pain, he had always known it.

"no."

Song Qing refused without thinking. She touched her son's soft little hands and gave him an angry look.

"The rice dumplings are still to come. What can we do if we don't give birth?"

The scene I saw at the Huo family's old house was very clear. The thing sitting on Nangong Yu's lap was indeed a pink dumpling.

But I was stunned at that time, and my attention was focused on the cute and tender dumpling.

After she found out that she was giving birth to a boy, she lay on the bed and recalled it carefully. It seemed like Nangong Yu at that time,

Um,

He does look a little more mature and steady than he looks now, that is, he is a little older.

"Let's talk about it later."

He picked up the catkins with his big hands and clasped his fingers tightly. His words were ambiguous and perfunctory, and his straight and proud upper body was half-bent.

A warm kiss covered Song Qing's tired brows, and the shadow cast by his tall and strong body just enveloped the mother and son.

"snort……"

The aggrieved little voice broke the couple's tension, and Nangong Yu's figure froze.

Her habit of kissing her soft red lips was also interrupted, and she met Song Qing's eyes.

The two first-time parents looked at the little guy who was clenching his fists and sniffing to stop crying.

I didn't react for a moment, so I should pat my little butt and coax her, or what else should I do.

"Huh...huh..."

The little baby in swaddling clothes felt even more aggrieved. He was twitching and about to burst into tears to show his accusation and dissatisfaction.

It happened that Grandma Song came over at this time with the small clothes worn by the boy doll, and she knew what was wrong with her great-grandson.

Seeing my grandson and grandson-in-law looking at me and me, looking at you like you don’t understand anything, the wrinkles in the corners of my eyes were bent with laughter.

"Girl, what are you thinking about? You two, the child is hungry. Ayu, help the girl and let her feed the child a few mouthfuls."

Afraid that her granddaughter would be shy, she did not forget to say thoughtfully, "Come, grandma will put the little clothes here for you first. After feeding the child, call me and I will come and put it on for the child."

"No need grandma."

As he said that, he was about to walk out.

Nangong Yu stopped the person in time, and the second time he held his son, he was much more skillful than the first time. Under the old man's puzzled eyes, he explained warmly,

"I found a wet nurse and let her feed her. Qingqing just gave birth to a baby, so let her have a good rest."

The wet nurse had been waiting outside for a long time. She followed the Queen Mother and walked in. At the Queen Mother's signal, she hurriedly walked over and carefully took the child from the emperor's arms.

Leading the way from Yuan'er, we went behind the two carved screens a little further inside to feed the baby.

"Can, can it be done..."

Grandma Song is a person living in the 23rd century, where mothers either feed their children by themselves or with milk powder.

I have never seen a dedicated wet nurse to feed the child. In addition, the older generation still thinks that it is better to let the granddaughter feed the child by herself.

But it was hard to say anything against it, and the grandson-in-law was right. The girl was indeed still weak just after giving birth.

"Okay, why not?"

As the last palace fighting champion, the Queen Mother could tell what her in-laws were thinking just by looking at their faces.

She winked at her son and went to talk to her daughter-in-law. She took Grandma Song's hand and walked behind the two screens, guiding her as she walked.

"This woman is in a lot of pain when she feeds her child. Besides, our little Qingqing's body has just suffered a lot and she will need to take good care of herself before she can recover.

If you feed the child yourself, you will inevitably have to wake up in the middle of the night four or five times to feed the child. If you do this, your body will not be able to bear it.

It is definitely good to let the children eat the mother's food, but we can't patronize the children.

It’s okay for the child to be fed by a wet nurse. The wet nurse is chosen by Rong Yi and the child cannot be harmed. But if Qingqing’s body suffers a loss, it will be difficult to nurse her back to health later..."

happy New Year!

The beauties will be safe, healthy, beautiful, slim and rich in 2022! ! !