After the medical concubine got married, the disabled prince was so angry

Yang Xuanling was dressed in iron and steel, killed gods on the battlefield, and was a top dignitary in the court. At this moment, he was just the most ordinary father in the world. In his heart, he was full of fatherly love and tenderness.

Yunzhu was carrying a small bundle, and it was the first time she walked so lightly in this period of time, without worrying about the child's safety, and without being heavily tied.

Sure enough, it's really easy to share with someone.

"Well, maybe I need to find a nanny." Yun Zhu whispered to Yang Xuanling.

Yang Xuanling turned her head, looked at her body that was completely the same as when she had not given birth, and nodded seriously and solemnly, "Yes! I will tell my mother that I have as many as I want."

"..." What kind of look is that in his eyes!
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West Palace, in charge of the academy.

Aunt Liu was fiddling with her abacus, calculating the profit and loss on the ledger, while dealing with the prime minister's wife, Yang Chushi.

"Aliu, what evil do you think I did. Two sons, one physically disabled and the other mentally disabled, neither of which can be passed on to the master. It would be better to ask Yumeng to find a son-in-law at the door, so that he can give him a son-in-law. The old Yang family has an incense burner." Yang Chu sighed while drinking herbal tea.

Aunt Liu looked at her in pain as she picked up the teacup. The only two teas she had left were all taken away by this autumn wind!

"... Yumeng is doing well now, old lady, don't worry about it."

Now the three daughters in the mansion are all married as daughters-in-law, so the aunts don't look at the face of the monk or the face of the Buddha, and they don't pay attention to Yang Chu's all day long, and they always want to make a fuss The headed mother of the house is tolerant and tolerant.

Yang Chushi sighed again, "Why don't Yumeng bring the child back to live for a while, I haven't seen their mother and daughter for a long time."

"I just left the day before yesterday." Aunt Liu didn't think much about her own daughter, and every time she came back, she would come back with a pile of ledgers and asked her to help look at the ledgers.

"It's been a few days, I miss my child." Yang Chushi said, taking another big mouthful of tea.

Aunt Liu couldn't bear it anymore, "Otherwise, old madam, I'll find an innocent girl who can give birth, and then give the second son some medicine. After it's done, I won't worry about you not having a grandson to hug."

Unexpectedly, Yang Chu said even more dejectedly: "I've tried it, and that kid is... useless, useless! Sigh!"

"...What about the lord? The lord has had his limb amputated, and it's nothing like that. As long as the girl takes the initiative, it should be fine, right?" Aunt Liu frowned after finishing speaking.

Because the prince's body looks quite weak, if it is a life-for-life exchange, it seems that it is not very cost-effective.Right now, the West Palace is fully supported by this one.

"He's even worse. Why don't you try the second child again, this time with a higher dose of medicine." Yang Chu was willing to sacrifice his son in order to hold his grandson.

"Success, with your words, I'll find someone to go." Aunt Liu closed the account book as soon as she finished speaking, as if seeing off a guest.

Her tea, give her a sip.

Unexpectedly, Yang Chu picked up the teapot, poured it out in one gulp, and drank it in one gulp, "Okay, as you said."

Aunt Liu: "..."

The large and luxurious carriage stopped at the gate of West Palace.

Yun Zhu came out of the carriage with her burden on her back.

When the young servant saw her coming out of the prince's chariot, he was startled at first, and then hurried over to greet her.

"The girl is here again."

Yun Zhu smiled: "Yes."

Jump off the chariot.

At this time, Yang Xuanling opened the curtains of the car, and said to the boy: "Go and ask the old lady to come over, if the master is here, I will also call here."

Yun Zhu was surprised, "What's wrong?"

Yang Xuanling looked at the two sleeping sons in his arms, and slowly said two words: "Rules."