Mu Rufeng raised her eyebrows: "My wife is a miracle doctor."
Xin Ruyi hooked her arms around Mu Rufeng's neck, kissed his lips gently and said, "Thank you, husband."
She has to take care of little Changling, and this time is really not suitable for pregnancy.
Mu Rufeng's breath was uncertain, and he said: "Go and get it quickly."
Xin Ruyi stopped teasing him, got out of bed and went to her pharmacy to give Mu Rufeng the anti-zi pill she had developed.
The good night is short and the joy is endless.
In the blink of an eye, it’s the third day of March.
Yun Shang gave birth to a son safely, named Lan Du.
The child in Xiao Jialan's belly was already three months old and the fetus was stable. Yuan Chen finally no longer restrained her.
She couldn't wait to take Yuan Chen to see Yun Shang's son, but she found that although the child was just born, he was exceptionally good-looking.
Xiao Jialan said with a smile: "When this child grows up, he will be very popular with girls. Look how good-looking he is right after he was born."
Yuan Chen looked at the little Lan Du, this child had really inherited the advantages of his parents, he was so grown up.
I hope his son can be as good at choosing.
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Xiao Jialan say: "We already have three sons, but not even a daughter. Husband, do you think these children can marry wives in the future?"
Yuan Chen's lips twitched and he said, "Just now you said that Lan Du is good-looking and very popular with girls, but now you are worried that he won't be able to get a wife?"
Xiao Jialan touched her nose and said: "What I mean is that the wealth should not flow to outsiders.
Who do you think among us will be the first to give birth to a daughter?"
Yuan Chen raised his eyebrows and asked her: "What do you want to do?"
Xiao Jialan smiled a little slyly and said: "Whoever has a daughter first, we will snatch her daughter away."
Yuan Chen suppressed a smile and replied: "I think it's okay. Let's get married as soon as possible, so that they can give birth to a daughter as soon as possible for us to raise."
When everyone around them heard this, their lips twitched. They had never seen someone so blatantly snatching someone's daughter.
I don’t know who will end up tearfully giving her daughter to Yuan Chen and Xiao Jialan to raise?
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In the twenty-third year of the Beichen Apocalypse, the Crown Princess was happy and the whole country celebrated.
Xiao Chongjun, who was far away in Nanyue, learned that his sister was pregnant, so he sent people all the way to send many congratulatory gifts.
The Crown Princess's pregnancy was originally a happy event, but the court was in turmoil because of it.
The reason for this is that someone proposed in the morning court that the prince should choose a concubine as soon as possible.
Emperor Beichen sat on the dragon chair, listening to the ministers talking about the ancestral system.
He quietly glanced at his son and saw that he was listening attentively, with an expression on his face.
Emperor Beichen sighed silently, there are always some courtiers who are not afraid of death and insist on challenging his son's bottom line.
After the admonishing minister finished speaking, there was a silence in the court.
After a while, Yuan Chen asked: "Master Chen, I heard that you have a daughter who is in her prime."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Chen suppressed his inner joy and said, "Yes, my little girl is sixteen years old."
Yuan Chen nodded and asked, "I wonder if Miss Chen would be willing to share my worries?"
Mr. Chen hurriedly said: "It is my daughter's blessing to share the worries of His Highness the Crown Prince."
Yuan Chen said: "Then let Miss Lao Chen lead the practice and go to the nunnery to pray for the orphaned princess and her unborn child."
Mr. Chen was shocked when he heard these words. He looked at Yuan Chen tremblingly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"
"Why, you don't want to? Didn't you say that you want to share the worries for me? What I am worried about now is the princess and the child in her belly."
Yuan Chen glanced at Manchao Wenwu and said: "My lords, if your rich daughter cannot get married, you can send her to a nunnery to share her worries."