Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf: 109|[Fanwai 1]

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Lin Feilu was pregnant in the fifth year of marriage.

As for pregnancy, she has always maintained a mindset of letting it go. After all, contraception is not easy to do in this era, and everything can only be resigned. But occasionally she would still whisper in her heart secretly, God, don't let me conceive a baby too early, let her enjoy the two-person world for a few more years.

God seemed to have really heard her wish, so the child came too late in the palace expectation.

Because your majesty only has such a queen, the eyes of the hundreds of civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty and the people of the Song Dynasty are all fixed on Lin Feilu's belly.

In the past few years, the rumors about Princess Yong'an have long since disappeared under Song Jinglan's iron and blood methods. Now everyone has no objection to the fact that the queen who has the blood of the Dalin royal family gave birth to the crown prince.

Everyone only hopes that she will give birth early, hurry up, and give birth to a crown prince. Everyone takes advantage of the Song Dynasty at its peak, your majesty is in the prime of life, and the prince is thriving.

In the past few years, Lin and Song have maintained good-neighborly friendship. In the past few years, the emperor of Dalin visited the capital of Song State. There is no one who does not love peace and continues to develop. Even if his Majesty abdicates in the future and the crown prince with the blood of Dalin succeeds, the prosperity of the two countries can continue.

One hundred years of peace, in this era, it is too rare to meet.

Everyone craned their necks and waited and waited. Finally in this winter, we waited for the news that the empress was pregnant.

Manchu officials looked more excited than Song Jinglan who was a father.

Lin Feilu had a vague hunch before he asked the imperial doctor to see it. In fact, there is no sign. It is common for her to postpone her menstrual period. Without morning sickness, it is even more impossible to show her pregnancy. But when she suddenly woke up one morning before dawn, she had a strong instinct that she had.

Song Jinglan was still asleep, with his arms around her waist, breathing and then gently brushing her eyelashes.

Lin Feilu lay on his arms, pressing his palm with his belly, and after a while, rubbed the tip of his nose against his face.

Song Jinglan tightened his arms and pressed the person into his arms, sleeping hoarsely: "What's the matter?"

Lin Feilu's voice is serious: "Xiao Song, I suspect you are going to be a father."

Song Jinglan slowly opened his eyes.

The two people stared at each other, and for a moment, Song Jinglan quickly got up and put on his single clothes and walked to the door, shouting in a deep voice: "Tiandong!"

Tiandong responded outside the door.

Song Jinglan said: "Doctor Xuan."

So it didn't dawn, the imperial doctor ran all the way to Lin'an Temple and gave the serious empress empress' pulse.

Lin Feilu's direct feeling has confirmed that she does have it.

It's only been more than a month, and the pulse is stable. The imperial doctor couldn't help but knocked his head three times and then went down to prescribe the antifetal medicine.

Lin Feilu sat cross-legged on the bed, looking down at his flat abdomen, a little stunned, a little confused, and a little bit inexplicably expectant and happy. Song Jinglan covered the door and walked over, touched her head and asked, "Are you still sleepy?"

Lin Feilu yawned, "A little bit."

He lay down holding someone in his arms and patted her back gently: "Then go on sleeping."

Lin Feilu touched the bed, touched his hand, then grabbed his palm, gently pressed it on his lower abdomen, and asked him in a small voice, "Are you happy?"

Behind a thin layer of clothing, his palm was hot, he lowered his head and kissed her messy temple: "Very happy."

Lin Feilu felt that she couldn't sleep anymore, so she changed to a lying position and pressed his hands and his hands on his lower abdomen, and his voice was a little cheerful: "Xiao Song, let's get something for him/her What's your name?"

Song Jinglan didn't answer, she said: "Guess it is a boy or a girl? Do you like boys or girls?"

He smiled, kissed her eyes, the tip of her nose, and the corners of her lips: "I like it all, it's good."

Lin Feilu thought for a while, and continued to ask cheerfully: "If it's a boy named Song Xiaolan, and a girl named Song Xiaolu, how about it?!"

He couldn't help laughing: "Okay."

The Queen’s pregnancy has become the biggest happy event this year.

Lin Feilu is in good health and the fetus is growing very well. Although she was pregnant for the first time, there was a sister who became pregnant that year. She accompanied her to several classes and knew that pregnant women should not lie down all the time. However, proper exercise and yoga are more conducive to the birth of the fetus.

After all, in this age of inadequate medical equipment, having a baby is a very dangerous thing.

So the people of Yong'an Palace watched the empress empress make all kinds of strange movements on the mat every day.

The other woman was pregnant, and she wished she could lie in bed for ten months, but her own wife was so frustrated, and the palace people were afraid and worried. Song Yu couldn't help it, so she ran to find Song Jinglan secretly.

Then Lin Feilu gave His Majesty Song a half-hour yoga class for pregnant women.

He knew her flexibility was good, and he could not help being funny when he heard her speak eloquently. Although he believed her, he still consulted a doctor for insurance. Although it was the first time that the imperial physician heard about yoga, he also came to a harmless conclusion based on medical concepts, and Song Jinglan was completely relieved.

However, because of her pregnancy, she can no longer go to Qinshan to spend with everyone this year.

Lin Feilu wrote a letter to Lin Ting, and then put away his playful thoughts and raised the baby in the palace with peace of mind.

However, the days of raising a baby were not boring. Song Jinglan knew that she liked reading novels, so he invited a troupe from Lincheng into the palace to show her. So Lin Feilu lived a happy life of watching live-action series every day.

She was bored and wrote "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". For someone who has watched all versions of the Condor Shooting TV series and watched more than once, it is easy to write most of the classic plots and lines silently.

After writing the script, the book contains the name of the old man Jin Yong. She calls all the famous actors in Lincheng into the palace, and then selects the actors one by one, and then gives the book to the class owner to watch him film every day.

When have you seen this kind of vernacular script? The story is so wonderful, the performance is amazing, the dramatic conflict is strong, and it is very ornamental, so the name of Jin Yong's father quickly resonated in the Lincheng literary and music circle.

Later, everyone knew that there was a master of scripts in the palace, who was the queen's master of scripts!

During her pregnancy, Lin Feilu had a good time with the addiction of director, screenwriter and producer. Of course, prenatal education has not fallen. Every day, Song Jinglan played the piano and flute to her belly and read the four books and five classics.

With all the expectations, Song Xiaolan was born in the autumn of the next year.

Lin Feilu gave birth very smoothly. Song Jinglan prepared imperial doctors and private doctors for various dangerous situations in advance and was useless. A quarter of an hour after the midwife entered the room, the sound of the baby crying came from the room.

It was also because of the precedent of the Queen Empress. Later, yoga for pregnant women was introduced to the people. Women increased proper exercise during pregnancy, which reduced the chance of death during childbirth for women in Lin and Song to a certain extent. Lin Feilu, who was originally called a living bodhisattva by the people because of his marriage, has once again invisibly increased his reputation among the people.

Of course this is all something to follow.

When Song Xiaolan was just born, he was an ugly monkey with red and tender tenderness.

When Lin Feilu saw a newborn baby for the first time, he felt ugly at first glance.

She didn't even breathe her breath, almost cried, and said to Song Jinglan who was sitting on the bed and holding her hand: "Why is it so ugly? Is it mutated?"

Song Jinglan: "..."

Song Xiaolan, who was still in her infancy, cried louder.

Song Xiaolan, who was dismissed by her mother and looked ugly as soon as she was born, became aggressive, and finally became better after more than half a month.

The little baby widened his eyes for a while when he heard the sound of footsteps coming from outside the temple and the familiar smell of milk from the mother's queen, and his little hand swayed in the air unconsciously.

He finally looks good!

The queen should praise him!

The curtain was opened, and the woman leaned in and lowered her head. After a long time looking at each other for a long time, Lin Feilu screamed, "Song Yu! Where is my ugly son?! Whose child is this? Why lie on my ugly son's rocking bed!"

Song Xiaolan: "..."

After the baby's full moon, his facial features and skin will gradually grow.

White and pure, black eyes and red lips, cute enough to make people's hearts cute.

He is usually very cold. Although he doesn't cry or make trouble, he doesn't laugh when the maids tease him. Only when Lin Feilu is around, the baby will make all kinds of cute and dead people. Cute emoji.

Lin Feilu covered her heart: "Ah! My son is so cute, ah, so cute!"

Song Xiaolan is very satisfied.

He likes to see his mother's queen look so cute!

Song Xiaolan looks a lot like his father, his brows and eyes are like a mold carved out, but his face and lips follow his mother's queen, so his facial features are more lovely and softer.

When he can speak, the most common question Lin Feilu asks every day is: "Mother, am I cute?"

Lin Feilu is decisive: "Song Xiaolan is the cutest kid in the world!"

Song Xiaolan glanced at the father, who lowered his head to appraise the memorial, and then climbed to Lin Feilu's arms to hold her neck, leaned close to her ear and asked secretly, "Is that cute or cute?"

Lin Feilu said: "Of course it's you!" She also leaned in his ear and secretly said: "Father cannot be described as cute, he is handsome and handsome!"

Song Jinglan, who was criticizing Zhezi, looked up and smiled slowly at his son.

The witty Song Xiaolan noticed something in his father's smile, so he started to look up the difference between cuteness and handsomeness while he was literate.

After searching, I found that handsome and handsome are not only two more words than cute, but praise is also more important than cute!

I don’t know who wrote this book. It said that when you don’t know how to praise a person, praise him for being cute.

This is so wrong!

It turns out that the queen always praised her cuteness because she couldn't find other words of praise!

Song Xiaolan cried angrily: "I don't want to be cute anymore!"

So Lin Feilu found that the cute milk dumplings had a small face all day long, with a straight waist, and she didn't wear the little dinosaur Pikachu clothes she made for him.

What Song Jinglan did, he followed with a serious look beside him, wearing clothes of the same color as his father and combing the same hairstyle.

Song Jinglan glanced at the reduced version of herself next to her, leaning over her forehead with her fingers.

Song Xiaolan immediately did so, but because the body and arms were too short to reach, she fell off the bed.

Fall and cry.

Song Jinglan snorted, before Lin Feilu rushed over, he reached out and picked up the milk dumplings, put them on his lap, and asked quietly: "What are you doing?"

Song Xiaolan twitched and said: "I...I'm studying Father Emperor..."

Lin Feilu came and wiped his dirty face: "Why do you want to learn from the father?"

Song Xiaolan looked at his father and mother again, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved, she raised her head and cried: "I also want to be as handsome and handsome as the father, but I can't learn it at all. It's too difficult—"