Tyrant Pampering Wife Diary

Song Song's daily life and rest rules, everything can't be heard, at least in front of people, he is like this.

Although Living Lang is responsible for recording Li Xiao's words and deeds throughout the day, it is impossible to arbitrarily leave the queen's apse, even if he is a man, but his majesty, always avoid suspicion.

Song Song never discusses political affairs with Li Xiao outside, but when there are only two people, Li Xiao will inevitably be coaxed to say something.

As the body became heavier and the weather became hotter, Li Xiao did not allow others to touch him, he would bathe him in person, much more than description.

Song Song refused under the excuse of Li Xiao's busy events, so Li Xiao let him take care of the events together with himself, leaving Song Song with nothing to say.

"I heard that Song Ge was gone." After Song Song took a shower, he put on a large absorbent blanket, and his wet long hair was put on it. Li Xiao let him sit firmly, slowly rubbing the towel, and said, : "He seems to have gone all the way north, it is estimated that he will go some days."

Song Song hummed, Li Xiao leaned into his ear and said softly: "If you are not happy, I will send someone to kill him."

"This is not in line with His Majesty's style."

"Is it?"

"If you really want to help me deal with him, you won't even ask me what I think. I have dealt with people for a long time. You must keep him. It must be useful."

Li Xiao didn't follow his words. Song Song glanced at him sideways. His heart was a bit strange, but he lived a comfortable life, and he didn't want to care about those bad things, so he didn't ask much.

Li Xiao dried his hair and bent over to pinch his puffy legs.

Song Song didn't suffer much when she was pregnant in her previous life, but she doesn't know if it is related to her mood in this life. The morning sickness did not last until the birth of the child.

He looked down at the man's handsome eyebrows, and his heart softened: "In fact, this is not necessary for your majesty."

"Song'er wants the court lady to serve?"

Song Song smiled: "Why are you jealous of anyone?"

Li Xiao smiled, not much to say, but with a slight displeasure in his expression. Song Song pursed her lips and suddenly pulled her leg away. The calf slipped away from the man's hand for a while, and his ankle was clasped. The man said, "Don't make trouble."

"If you are so busy, just leave me alone."

"I'm busy."

His palms were gentle and powerful, and Song Song not only relieved his leg soreness, but also felt a sigh of relief in his heart. When he squeezed well, Li Xiao carried him to the bed, and Song Song suddenly called him: "Your Majesty."

"Ok?"

There was ice in the room, which was very cool. He covered Song Song with a thin quilt. When he looked up, he suddenly held his face, and Song Song kissed him **** his lips.

Li Xiao's expression was tender to the naked eye, and Song Song withdrew his hand and said, "I read a little while and wait for you to sleep later."

"it is good."

Li Xiao said nothing but kissed him unexpectedly. His kiss always had a sense of aggression. Song Song was breathless from the kiss and was easily released, his face was already red.

Li Xiao looked at it and suddenly wanted to bully again, Song Song hurriedly pushed him: "Okay."

It was not easy for him to let it go again.

Song Song always feels that his eyes staring at his stomach carry a faint hostility. Although it is not obvious, it is still enough to make people feel that, in addition to himself, Li Xiao is probably the person who most hopes that the little prince will be born quickly. Too.

Seeing that the day was getting closer, Ji Ying began to see him regularly. He seemed obsessed with personally picking up the birth of his son.

After each visit, Li Xiao would announce that he had asked questions in the past, and the content was similar, asking him whether Song Song could give birth and whether there would be any problem.

Despite Yu Jiying's repeated guarantees and Song Song's unraveling of the previous birth experience, he still had an unforgettable haze in his expression, and it became more intense as the baby's due date was approaching.

Song Song knew him again, nor was it a roundworm in his stomach, and he couldn't fully understand what he was thinking.

The time soon reached mid-August, the sun was hot at noon, and the ghost was hot when there was no wind in the afternoon. It was rare that there was a drizzle of rain. Song Song habitually walked in the yard in the afternoon. Circle.

As a result, when I was going up the stairs, my feet suddenly slipped, and my butler, who was fast-witted, stretched out his hand and held it straight, but then, there was a sudden pain in the abdomen.

Someone yelled, "Go to the Taiji Doctor! Call Ji Jiji!"

Soon after he was pushed into bed by a busy man, Li Xiao rushed in with a stride.

No one dared to try to stop him in the name of production pollution. Song Song grabbed the hand he reached over, sweating with pain and comforting him: "It's okay, don't worry."

Li Xiao said nothing, but squeezed his hand restraintly.

Song Song inhaled gently, the so-called holy medicine not only changed his physique, even changed his body structure, Li Xiao looked at him without blinking, Song Song's forehead cold sweat rolled down, his body Slightly twitched, which in turn gripped his hand.

Suddenly, the time passed slowly at this moment, and Song Song had no time to distract and watch Li Xiao's situation. His heart was on the child in his stomach.

It was said that it was a natural delivery, but it took only three hours to get down.

The palace people knelt down: "Congratulations, His Majesty, and His Majesty, He is a little prince!"

The baby cried in his ears, Song Song finally showed a relieved smile, and his long black hair was messy on his face, and his face became paler. He couldn't wait to reach out: "Show me, show me."

Gong people quickly hugged the child over, Song Song held the child in his arms with trembling fingers, and looked at his rumpled little face, his eyes suddenly swelled with incredibly complicated emotions.

"It's him, your majesty you see." He wept with joy, and looked up at the people around him, only to find that Li Xiao's eyes were staring at him, his hand was pinched on the mattress on one side, the mattress had been torn broken.

Song Song groaned in his heart and said, "Your Majesty?"

Ji Ying, who was washing her hands, looked up, looked at Li Xiao, and shouted, "Your Majesty?"

Song Song secretly said badly, and quickly reached out to hand over the child and said, "Hug him out."

He propped himself up and touched Li Xiao's face with his hand. The latter's eyes finally moved. He looked at Song Song's finger and his lips moved—

Song Song heard nothing.

"I'm fine." Song Song shook his hand in front of him, let him look away again, his lips pale and smiled: "Your Majesty, look, I'm really good."

He tentatively touched Li Xiao's hand, carefully pulling his five fingers off the mattress, Li Xiao's eyes still looked at him motionlessly, Song Song slowly reached out and hugged him, only to find his body Shaking uncontrollably, the amplitude is very small, almost touching him without touching him.

Song Song patted his back and gently called several times. Li Xiao suddenly moved. He took the towel and dipped the hot water on one side, bent over to wipe Song Song's blood on his body. Song Song was rubbed by him obediently, and Li Xiao turned his head to look at the pool of blood on the bed. Song Song hurriedly kicked the quilt to cover it, but he was hugged by him.

Li Xiao wrapped him in a blanket, hugged him away from the blood-stained bed couch, and sat quietly on a soft couch on one side. His movements were tight, but he also stayed in a proper position. Holding a life-saving straw.

He looked straight at the bed for a while, his eyes receded from the blood stains on the beach, looked down at Song Song, Song Song smiled at him again, and then came over and kissed his lips, "Your Majesty, look at me, Really good, the little prince is born, are you not happy?"

Li Xiao pursed his lips, his eyes flickered suddenly, he opened his mouth again, his lips wriggled, but Song Song still didn't hear.

He suddenly realized something, his face suddenly changed, and he hugged Li Xiao hard.

He suppressed the fear that came out of his heart and muttered: "Don't be nervous, just temporary."

Temporarily...loss of voice.

He said: "Your Majesty, hold me tight."

Li Xiao hugged him quietly, no other action, Song Song couldn't help crying.

Not only did he lose his voice, Li Xiao couldn't even hear him.

Song Song took a hard breath, but his body shook uncontrollably, Li Xiao tightened his arms, patted his back, and his soft lips touched his ears, as if comforting.

In the place Li Xiao couldn't see, Song Song raised his hand and wiped the tears that had just rolled out of his eyes. He calmed down again and came to look at Li Xiao's eyes. He pressed Li Xiao's forehead and chuckled. It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t be nervous, relax, sit here, I’m going out to find Ji Ying and let him come to see you.”

Li Xiao looked at his lips, Song Song put it in slow motion, and exaggerated his lips: "I, go out, find, Ji Ying."

He was about to slide off Li Xiao, but he was embraced again by him. From the movement of his lips, Song Song interpreted: "Wind."

There was wind outside, he had just finished production, and he was easy to get cold when he went out.

Song Songbian flattened his mouth and hugged him again, shouting: "Mr. Ji!"

The door was quickly pushed open, and Ji Ying walked in and Song Song said: "Come over and show him."

"He won't do it?"

"He is sober."

Ji Ying looked at Li Xiao quietly looking at Song Song. He didn't think he was very sober. He approached tentatively, and Li Xiao suddenly hugged Song Song tightly again, and his eyes looked overcast .

Ji Ying immediately raised his hands to express his innocence. While observing Li Xiao, he asked Song Song: "Are you sure he is fine?"

"Something." Song Song couldn't bear tears: "It seems that he can't hear me and can't speak."

Ji Ying froze for a moment, and said, "You pass his hand."

Song Song rubbed Li Xiao gently with his cheeks, let him look at himself, and then came to take his hand and said, "Let him see, Your Majesty, be a little bit, hurry."

Under his repeated coaxing, Li Xiao finally stretched out his hand. While looking at his face, Ji Ying stretched his hand over his pulse from afar, and said, "His pulse is a bit chaotic. It should be a transient aphasia caused by excessive tension. Prescribe some medicine and try it."

"Will it be alright?"

Ji Ying quickly drew back her hand, withdrew a few steps, frowned: "Normally, it should be better by now, but he has mad poison in his body, and the gadget is easy to disturb the nerves. It’s not impossible to be dumb."

Song Song looked at Li Xiao in a panic, the latter continued to be silent.

Song Song anxiously went to see Ji Ying again: "You are a healer, and he can be cured."

"It's not easy to say." Ji Ying glanced at Li Xiao again, frowning more tightly. "Isn't I saying, do you have a child to stimulate him like this? Isn't this a good thing?"

Song Song looked guiltily at Li Xiao, his forehead pressed against him, and wept: "I don't want children anymore."

Li Xiao's eyes suddenly flashed again, his ears moved. A mouth, and then suddenly thought of something, closed tightly again.

Ji Ying couldn't help it, saying: "I'll go back and read the book and open two stable houses. You take good care of him first, and don't let him get stimulated anymore."

Song Song nodded hurriedly, even the newly born child could not take care of it, coaxed Li Xiao softly, and indirectly comforted himself: "Don't be afraid, it will be fine."

The author has something to say:

The road of competing favors between the emperor and the child.

Crazy: This wave has stabilized.

baby:?

PS, the stimulus is too big and the loss of voice is real.