"Uh... um... junior brother..." Hua Weiluo pushed him away with some struggle. Looking at the intense emotions rolling in his deep eyes, she couldn't help but said shyly: "It's still bright today...
…”
"What does that have to do with it? It's not the first time it's dawn anyway..." Zhishan leaned over to block someone's chattering lips. A pair of slender hands reached into the wedding robe and gently kneaded her.
.
"Well...little junior brother..."
“What did you call me??”
"Husband..."
"good……"
The bright red wedding robes were scattered on the ground, leaving only a charming color inside the red gauze tent.
half year later.
Hua Weiluo stood outside the door of Haitang's room anxiously. Hearing a louder scream inside, she felt that she was so anxious that she could not help but push the door open and go in.
Zhishan stood beside her, looking at her slightly bulging belly with some worry, and advised in a gentle voice: "Luo'er, please sit down for a while. I'm worried about you walking around like this."
"But Haitang hasn't given birth yet!!" Hua Weiluo retorted casually and continued walking back and forth in front of Haitang's door.
Mr. Yun was sitting on a chair not far away. Feeling the murderous gaze projected by Zhishan, he had no choice but to say to Hua Weiluo: "Brother and sister, why don't you sit down for a while? If you don't sit down for a while, I will
It’s almost killing me with my nonchalant gaze.”
"I..." Hua Weiluo opened her mouth, and when she was about to say something, she heard a cry of "Wow" in the room.
The eyes of several people outside the house suddenly lit up and they gave birth!!
"Congratulations to Your Majesty, Congratulations to Your Majesty, your Majesty has given birth to a little prince." The midwife Wen took out the cleaned little prince and gave Mr. Yun a look, and said with a smile.
"Great!!" Hua Weiluo said in surprise: "I'll go in and have a look!!"
"Hey, Princess Eleven, you can't go in. The place hasn't been cleaned up yet. Oh, Princess Eleven, wait for me!!" Before Po Wen could react, Hua Weiluo had already gone straight in.
Rushed in.
Zhishan stood outside the house, his deep eyes staring at Mr. Yun, who was holding the wrinkled little prince, teasing him with joy, completely ignoring the look of someone who wanted to kill him.
.
Three months later, at the little prince's 100-day banquet.
Haitang was holding the little prince in her arms and was happily discussing with Hua Weiluo what a nice name to give him. Hua Weiluo suddenly stiffened, covered her stomach with both hands and stammered towards Haitang: "Haitang...
I have a stomach ache……"
"What!!?" Zhishan, who was sitting next to Hua Weiluo, quickly turned around, stretched out his hand to check her pulse, and said in a panic to Mr. Yun: "Hurry, she is going to give birth!!"
"Quick, quick, quick!! Prepare the room, go to the imperial hospital and call the imperial doctor! No! Call Po Wen!!" Mr. Yun immediately panicked. It's not good for you to give birth before the flowers fall. You have to be in the palace.
Sir, if the process does not go smoothly, Yun Feiran will directly massacre his palace, right?
"Quickly, find a stretcher and carry Princess Eleven to my room." Haitang also quickly directed towards the maid standing next to her.
Within a moment, someone came over carrying a stretcher.
Zhishan carefully picked up Hua Weiluo, then held her hand all the way, and trotted towards Haitang's bedroom, asking with a trembling voice: "Luo'er, Luo'er, how do you feel?
