Lin Feilu was pregnant in the fifth year of marriage.

Regarding pregnancy, she has always been in a natural way. After all, contraceptive measures are not easy to do in this era, and everything can only be left to fate. However, she will occasionally secretly say in her heart, God, don’t let me get pregnant too early, let her enjoy the world of two people for a few more years.

God seemed to have really heard her wish, so the child came too late in the palace full of expectations.

Because His Majesty only has such a queen, all the civil and military officials in the court and the people of the Song Dynasty were all fixed on Lin Feilu's belly.

In recent years, the rumors about Princess Yong'an have disappeared under Song Jinglan's iron-blooded methods. Now there is no objection to the fact that the queen with the blood of the Dalin royal family gave birth to the crown prince.

Everyone just hopes that she will give birth sooner, and give birth to a crown prince. Everyone takes advantage of the peak of Song State, His Majesty is in his prime, and all officials are thriving, to cultivate this crown prince.

In recent years, Lin and Song dynasties have been close neighbors and friendly. A few years ago, the Emperor of Dalin visited the capital of Song. No one does not love peace and develops with this. Even if His Majesty abdicates in the future, the crown prince with Dalin's blood will succeed the throne, the prosperity of the two countries can still continue.

A century of peace is hard to come by in this era.

Everyone stretched their necks and waited for it. Finally, in this winter, we waited for the news that the Queen was pregnant.

The officials in the court looked even more excited than Song Jinglan who was a father.

Lin Feilu had a vague premonition before she invited the imperial physician to see her, but there was no sign of it. It was common for her to postpone her menstrual period. Without morning sickness, it was even more impossible to show her pregnancy. But one morning she suddenly woke up before dawn and had a strong intuition that she had.

Song Jinglan was still asleep, putting his arms around her waist, breathing and gently brushing her eyelashes.

Lin Feilu lay on his arms, pressed his lower abdomen with his palms, and after a while, he rubbed his nose to his face.

Song Jinglan tightened his arms and pressed the person into his arms, and his sleeping sounded hoarse: "What's wrong?"

Lin Feilu's voice was serious: "Xiao Song, I suspect you are going to be a father."

Song Jinglan slowly opened his eyes.

The two of them stared at each other with big eyes. For a moment, Song Jinglan quickly got up, put on his clothes and walked to the door, shouting in a deep voice: "Tiandong!"

Tiandong responded outside the door.

Song Jinglan said: "Doctor Xuan."

So before dawn, the imperial doctor jogged all the way to Lin'an Hall to take the pulse of the serious-looking empress.

Lin Feilu’s intuition has confirmed that she does have it.

After only over a month, the pulse was stable. The imperial physician couldn't help but kowtowed three times in a row, and then went down to prescribe fetal pills.

Lin Feilu sat cross-legged on the bed, looking down at her flat belly, a little stunned, a little confused, and a little inexplicable expectation and happiness. Song Jinglan covered the door and walked over, touched her head and asked, "Are you still sleepy?"

Lin Feilu yawned, "A little bit."

He lay down with the man in his arms and gently stroked her back: "Then keep sleeping."

Lin Feilu touched the quilt, touched his hand, then grabbed his palm, gently pressed it on his lower abdomen, and asked him in a stingy voice: "Are you happy?"

Through a thin layer of clothes, his palms were hot, he lowered his head and kissed her messy temples: "I'm very happy."

Lin Feilu felt that she could not sleep anymore, so she changed to a lie flat position and pressed his hands and his hands on her lower abdomen, her voice a little excited: "Xiao Song, what name should we give him/her?"

Before Song Jinglan could answer, she said again: "Are you a boy or a girl? Do you like a boy or a girl?"

He smiled, kissed her eyes, kissed the tip of her nose, and kissed the corner of her curved lips: "Everyone likes it, all are good."

Lin Feilu thought for a while and continued to ask excitedly: "If a boy's nickname is Song Xiaolan, and a girl's nickname is Song Xiaolu, how about it?!"

He couldn't help laughing: "Okay."

The queen's pregnancy has become the biggest joy of the year.

Lin Feilu is in good health and her fetus is growing well. Although it was her first time pregnant, she had a sister who was pregnant and she went to classes with her several times. She knew that pregnant women should not lie down all the time. Proper exercise and yoga would be more conducive to the birth of the fetus.

After all, in this era of incomplete medical devices, having children is very dangerous.

So the palace people in Yong'an Palace watched the Queen make various strange movements on the mat every day.

Other women were pregnant and wanted to lie in bed for ten months, but their concubine was so troubled. The palace people were afraid and worried. Song Yu couldn't persuade him and secretly ran to find Song Jinglan.

Then Lin Feilu gave His Majesty Xiao Song a half-hour yoga class for pregnant women.

He had known that she was flexible enough, and he heard her speak so well that he couldn't help but feel funny. Although he believed her statement, he still went to consult the imperial physician for insurance. Although it was the first time that the imperial physician had heard of yoga, he also gave harmless conclusions in combination with medical concepts, and Song Jinglan was completely relieved.

However, because of pregnancy, I can't go to Qinshan to spend this year with everyone.

Lin Feilu sent a letter to Lin Ting, then put away his tricks and took care of her baby in the palace.

However, the life of raising a baby is not boring. Song Jinglan knew that she liked reading novels very much, so she invited a troupe in Lincheng to come to the palace to perform for her. So Lin Feilu lived a happy life of watching live-action TV series every day.

She was bored and even wrote "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". For someone who has watched all the versions of The Condor Heroes, it is easy to write most of the classic plots and lines.

After writing the script, the book was written by Mr. Jin Yong's name. She called all the famous actors in Lincheng into the palace, then selected actors one by one, and then handed the notebook to the headmaster to watch him film every day.

When have you ever seen this kind of vernacular script? The story is so wonderful, the performance form is amazing, the drama conflicts are strong, and it is very appreciative. So the name of Mr. Jin Yong quickly resounded throughout the literary music world in Lincheng.

Later, everyone knew that there was a slogan master in the palace who was the Queen’s imperial master of the story!

During her pregnancy, Lin Feilu had a good addiction to director, screenwriter and producer. Of course, prenatal education was not lost. Every day, Song Jinglan played the piano and flute to read the Four Books and Five Classics on her belly.

With great expectations, Song Xiaolan was born in the autumn of the following year.

Lin Feilu gave birth very smoothly. Song Jinglan prepared in advance for various dangerous situations without using the imperial physicians and civilian doctors. A quarter of an hour after the midwife entered, the sound of a baby crying in the room was heard.

It was also because of the precedent of the Empress that pregnant women later promoted yoga to the people, and women increased their appropriate exercise during pregnancy, which reduced the chance of women in Lin and Song dying during childbirth to a certain extent. Lin Feilu, who was originally called the living Bodhisattva by the people because of his marriage, once again invisibly increased his reputation among the people.

Of course this is all a story later.

When Song Xiaolan was just born, she was a tender and ugly monkey.

Lin Feilu saw a newborn baby for the first time and felt that she was ugly at first sight.

She was not breathing evenly, and almost cried. She said to Song Jinglan, who was sitting by the bed holding her hand, "Why is it so ugly? Has it mutated?"

Song Jinglan: “…………”

Song Xiaolan, who was still in her infancy, cried even louder.

Song Xiaolan, who was disliked by his mother at the moment of birth, was angry and strong, and finally became better after more than half a month.

The little baby heard footsteps outside the hall and the familiar smell of milk on the mother's body. He opened his eyes wide for a moment, and his little hands were unconsciously shaking in the air.

He finally looks better!

My mother should praise him!

The curtain was lifted, and the woman leaned over and leaned in and looked at each other for a long time, Lin Feilu screamed: "Songyu! Where has my ugly son gone?! Whose child is this? Why is this lying on the shaking bed of my ugly son!"

Song Xiaolan: “…………”

After the baby's full moon, his facial features and skin gradually grew.

White and clean, dark eyes and red lips, so cute that it can make people's hearts cute.

He is usually very cold. Although he doesn't cry or make a fuss, he doesn't laugh when the palace maids and nannies tease him. Only when Lin Feilu is there, the baby will make all kinds of cute expressions that are not worthy of his life.

Lin Feilu covered her heart: "Ah! My son is so cute, ah, so cute!"

Song Xiaolan is very satisfied with this.

He just likes to see his mother look cute!

Song Xiaolan looks very similar to his father, and his eyebrows and eyes are carved from the same mold, but his face and lips are as follows his mother's back, so his facial features look more cute and softer.

When he could speak, the most common sentence he asked Lin Feilu every day was: "My mother, am I cute?"

Lin Feilu decidedly: "Song Xiaolan is the cutest child in the world!"

Song Xiaolan looked at his father, who was lowered to review the memorials, then climbed into Lin Feilu's arms and hugged her neck, leaned close to her ear and asked secretly: "Is that cute or is my father's cute?"

Lin Feilu said, "Of course it's you!" She also leaned into his ear and said secretly, "The father cannot be described as cute. He is handsome and handsome!"

Song Jinglan, who was criticizing the memorial, looked up and smiled slowly at his son.

The witty Song Xiaolan noticed some meaning from his father's smile, so he was literate and began to check the difference between cuteness and handsomeness.

After checking, I found that handsome and handsome not only have two more words than cute, but also have more praise than cute!

I don’t know who wrote this book, but it even says that when you don’t know how to praise someone, you praise him for being cute.

This is so aggrieved!

It turns out that the queen of mother kept praising herself for being cute because she couldn't find any other praise words!

Song Xiaolan cried angrily: "I don't want to be cute anymore!"

So Lin Feilu found that her cute breast dumplings had a small face all day long, and her waist was straight, and she didn't wear the little dinosaur Pikachu clothes she made for him.

What did Song Jinglan do? He followed him with a serious expression next to him, wearing clothes of the same color as his father and combing his hairstyle.

Song Jinglan glanced at the narrowed version of himself beside him, and leaned his body to support his forehead with his fingers.

Song Xiaolan immediately did as he did, but because his body and arms were too short and he couldn't reach it, he fell from the bed.

I cried loudly when I fell.

Song Jinglan sneered, and before Lin Feilu rushed over, he reached out to pick up the milk dumpling, put it on his legs, and asked indifferently: "What are you doing?"

Song Xiaolan thrust and said, "I...I am learning from my father..."

Lin Feilu came and wiped his dirty little face: "Why do you have to learn from your father?"

Song Xiaolan looked at his father and mother, and the more he thought about it, he felt more aggrieved. He raised his head and cried: "I also want to be as handsome as my father, but I can't learn it at all. Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
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