The vast night sky is filled with mysterious and lengthy colors, and the stars are all over the moon.
The Chunxi Hall, which was used to entertain the ministers, was so busy that it was almost on fire, and the string and bamboo music could be heard from a distance.
This night is the day when my daughter, Princess Chang En, is full moon.
Xia Yan exempted all parties from taxes and even pardoned many death row prisoners.
This is a favor that has never been seen since the founding of the Xia Kingdom.
I held my daughter in my arms and walked slowly from Panlong Palace to Chunxi Palace. Along the way, the moonlight swayed freely and fell on my gorgeous and noble skirt. The gold hairpin on my head dazzled me, and in my ears I could hear Xiao Guozi's endless chatter:
"The queen has given birth to a little princess, and the king is very happy. It's only one month old, and the king has even chosen a tutor."
I didn't want to listen to his nonsense, but when I heard that Xia Yan had even chosen the little princess's tutor, I couldn't help but be shocked: "Who?"
Never be Song Ke. Never be...
"This is Song Yuanbao, the son of Song Ke."
I breathed a sigh of relief. It was okay. Although Song Yuanbao was Song Ke's son, he was many times better than Song Ke.
I patted the baby in my arms and laughed: "Chang'en, look, you can't even speak. The tutor has already been chosen. You have to grow up quickly, otherwise you will be too young."
Fu is in a hurry, be careful of hitting your palm in the future."
Xiao Guozi burst into laughter: "Your Majesty, you really love to joke. How could Song Yuanbao dare to hit the little princess? Your Majesty wouldn't chop her up."
Facts have proved that Xiao Guozi thought too much. A few years later, Chang En grew up and recognized Song Yuanbao as his tutor. On the first day of morning class, he was beaten all over his head. He seemed to have inherited the same fate as me.
, so that she becomes more and more resistant to fighting in the future.
Of course, this is all another story.
Now that the baby is only one month old, I just want to cope with the situation and quickly take my daughter back to the palace to rest.
When I arrived at Panlong Palace, the officials stood up to congratulate me. I smiled calmly and gestured to them to get up.
Sitting high, Xia Yan sat upright on the dragon chair, his face filled with the joy of becoming a father for the first time. He rarely smiled so kindly, and the light in his eyes was so bright that it almost overflowed.
Xia Yan walked down from the top with graceful demeanor.
I stretched out my hand and he took it.
"Here we come."
"Well, the little guy just made a fuss."
After a few simple greetings, Xia Yan pulled me to my place, and the audience suddenly burst into shouts: "Long live the king, a thousand live the queen, a thousand live the princess..."
The sound was deafening, and I quickly covered the child's ears for fear of waking her up at this time.
But it was still too late. The little guy struggled to wake up from his sleep. When he opened his eyes, he burst into tears.
I took a breath, my little ancestor, how could you cry at this critical moment?
The high-pitched crying seemed to never stop. Even though I tried my best to coax her, it still had no effect.
As soon as the little princess cried, the people below were not interested in eating or drinking, and all looked at me.
In front of so many people, I felt a little at a loss.
Xia Yan frowned, stretched out his hand and said, "I'm here."
He handed the child over doubtfully. Who would have thought that this naughty child cried even more sadly. Not only did he cry, his limbs were stretched out everywhere, as if he was struggling before death, as if to say, let me go...let me go.
I.
Xia Yan shook her arms eagerly and imitated the nurse's tone of voice and coaxed: "Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry."
