Lovely Wife from Heaven: Husband, it's amazing

Chapter 336 Murong Yao's Birth 1
Zhang Huaner went up to salute while weeping. Her belly was already big, and she moved a little clumsily.Fu Jian quickly supported her, and said softly: "There is no need to salute."

Fu Jian helped Zhang Huan'er to sit down at the table, and said, "I was busy a few days ago and didn't come to visit you. I hope you don't blame me."

Zhang Huan'er was flattered and said: "I dare not, because I have no face to see your Majesty again, and I am guilty." As he spoke, he didn't even dare to raise his head again.

Fu Jian asked some questions about diet and daily life, and also told Zhang Huan'er to take care of his health, but he never mentioned the child's affairs.

Zhang Huan'er felt extremely guilty, and dared not take the initiative to mention the child.The two of them talked like this for a while, but Fu Jian left with the excuse that there were too many memorials and he needed to go back to review them quickly.

Looking at Zhang Huan'er, Fu Jian knew at a glance that Zhang Huan'er was loyal to him, her eyes and heart were all on him, it seemed that she was indeed not a flirtatious woman.

In this way, he was actually right in not awarding Zhang Huan'er to Murong Chong, it was a mistake in the first place, why make the same mistake again and again.

After Fu Jian left, Zhang Huan'er looked radiant. She seemed to be in a much better state of mind than before, and she no longer cried and sighed every day.

A few months is too long for a fetus. From a small seed, he has grown slowly in his stomach, and now he is about to break out of the ground.

On the day Zhang Huaner gave birth, there was no sign, just like every day in the past, doing embroidery and watering the flowers and trees in the yard.

Suddenly, a gust of warm water flowed from her lower abdomen to her legs, which wetted her skirt, followed by bursts of pain. She yelled in panic, "Come on! Help me!"

The maids were already standing not far from her, so they hurried over to support her and walked into the house.Princess Qinghe ordered someone to go to the imperial physician and Mrs. Wen.

Everyone in Suxinzhai was busy, both excited and frightened.After a while, Zhang Huan'er couldn't help moaning from the room.

The labor pain became more and more unbearable. Her fingers tightly grasped the quilt, and big drops of sweat rolled down her head.The hair was glued tightly to her face.

Soon, the whole room was full of people. Princess Qinghe, Mrs. Wen, and court ladies went around. Finally, Princess Qinghe gave an order decisively, leaving only two swift maids to help, and she went out with other useless people. wait.

Zhang Huan'er was crying inside, Princess Qinghe was anxious outside, even more nervous than giving birth to her own child, and the imperial doctor was calm and sipping tea.

I don't know how long it took before there was a loud cry from the room, and Princess Qinghe's heart was put into her stomach, and Murong Chong's child was born safely.

At this time, a person came in from outside the palace gate. Princess Qinghe didn't see clearly until the person approached. It turned out to be her mother whom she hadn't seen for a long time—the Kezuhun family.

Princess Qinghe rushed forward, but she didn't know where to start talking.Ke Zuhun said: "Baby, you have suffered. Your Majesty heard that Liu Ronghua was in poor health, so let me come into the palace to have a look."

Princess Qinghe couldn't understand why, it was Fu Jian who asked his mother to pick up the child. Poor Zhang Huan'er had just given birth to him, and before he had time to see him, the mother and child were about to be separated.

Princess Qinghe said: "My younger brother has already chosen a name for the child. It is called Murong Yao. The jade spy that the father gave to the younger brother has also been passed on to the child."

　In my conception, this little baby will have a little connection with Jing Ran later.

　　Fortunately, there is no detailed record about when Murong Yao was born in history, and there is no record about Murong Yao's mother, which is convenient for me to make up. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)