Lin Wujing looked at the two of them and felt that things were not good. He leaned out guiltily and prepared to walk out.

Mingxiluo stared at Xiang Xinci. Without a birthmark, he would clearly look down on his son, but Mingxiluo could not condemn Xinci, who had just given birth to a child: "What are you going to stay here!"

Lin Wujing stood up and knew that he had suffered a disaster without any recklessness.

Ming Xiluo concealed his displeasure and was disappointed when he arrived at his son without a birthmark: "What are you doing standing there? You don't have to look at the birthmark. I don't know how many stoves to move in! Go and move it yourself!"

Lin Wujing was like a grandson: "Yes, the emperor."

Xiang Xinci looked at him: "What are you shouting to him?"

Ming Xiluo looked at the sleeping child in his arms and didn't speak. Could it be that he would drive Lin Wujing out now and not let Lin Wujing see him? Xinci wouldn't tell him afterwards. Instead of letting the two say one more thing, it's better to watch here! He will let them know whether there is a birthmark, Xuan Sheng will be unique in the future!

Xiang Xinci was almost amused, and she tilted her head and looked at him: "Are you having a quarrel? Are you unhappy?"

Mingxiluo turned to Xiang Xinci solemnly: "No matter whether he has a birthmark or not, I hope you can treat everyone equally."

"I don't have seven or eight children, and I'm still treated equally."

"Not everyone in the royal family has a birthmark, and many generations do not have birthmarks, so whether or not they have a birthmark does not affect his future achievements."

She has never given birthmarks without birthmarks. Didn’t she raise her? “If your next child has a birthmark, you will also suppress your second son, and you will definitely give this to the throne?”

Mingxiluo: "..."

Xiang Xinci is in a good mood, hey, people's hearts.

But Mingxiluo said excitedly: "You are willing to have one."

Xiang Xinci's hand with hair suddenly stopped. This was already very troublesome. He was lazy and unable to lift his energy for a long time in the late pregnancy: "Yes, if this one has no birthmark, the next one will be there, you will still hold it so safely."

"This... I will have to wait until I have it... Or? I will give birth to another one in a while."

Xiang Xinci glanced at him and withdrew his hand: "Go away, so I just saw if there is a birthmark, just look, what are you doing with such a big reaction?"

“…”

Aunt Qin lit ambergris and soaked a warm towel in a basin carved with the unicorn beast.

Lin Wujing pushed the small bed to the edge of the bed, and added a few more braziers to the room, which made the heat smoke the cheeks red.

Joule, who was driven away, slipped in again under the pretext of serving hot water, and was very excited.

Chang'an outside scratched his ears and his forehead, trying to lift the curtain and take a look, but he knew he couldn't see it.

Xiang Xinci caressed Lin Wujing's hand, poked her head out, and was full of interest.

Lin Wujing held Xinci's hand: Don't be anxious, don't be impatient.

Ming Xiluo glanced at him: "Wujing, come here to help."

Lin Wujing let go of his wife: "Yes."

The little prince was placed on the bed.

Aunt Qin quietly looked at the emperor's face, opened the little prince's cradle, took off the little prince's clothes, and the naked little guy kicked his legs happily, sleeping even deeper.

Xiang Xinci couldn't help but touch his little arm: "So tender."

Mingxiluo took her hands away with quick eyes.

The wet nurse turned the little prince over and exposed her snow-white back.

A warm towel was placed on the back of the little prince.

Xuan Shengxiao moved his hand and fell asleep again.

Xiang Xinci lies on Lin Wujing's shoulder and looks over.

Lin Wujing's eyes were unblinking, and he couldn't help but move towards Xinci for a moment. There was a faint smell of milk between his nose. Lin Wujing's consciousness went down uncontrollably, but immediately withdrew his gaze. The noble girl rarely feeds the next generation by herself, and hurriedly looks at the little prince.

Ming Xiluo concentrates on his mind and looks forward to it.

Aunt Qin, Joule tightened the silk handkerchief in his hand.

Wen took the towel away, and the outline of the petals as big as a small wine glass appeared.

An excited sob sounded, and it was impossible to tell who made it.

Xiang Xinci was so amused that she could see who was so concerned about it.

Lin Wujing's tense eyebrows and eyes relaxed.

Ming Xiluo looked at Xiang Xiang Xinci excitedly in an instant. Seeing her leaning against Lin Wujing's shoulder, he immediately didn't want to share his joy with her. However, seeing Lin Wujing following the rules, he looked at Xinci excitedly: How about it? Birthmark.

"It doesn't matter who said it's just now."

Mingxiluo did not respond and quickly asked someone to wrap the child up.

Aunt Qin and Joer also smiled, excited and happy, all kinds of emotions. According to the emperor's meaning, this birthmark proves that the little prince is "excellent". The emperor and the ninth prince both have birthmarks.

Xiang Xinci saw that as the towel was removed, the light traces disappeared little by little until they disappeared completely.

Xiang Xinci sighed. It doesn't matter whether there is this birthmark or not, but she knows that the person who is lazy and has a soft ear can no longer become the emperor.

Xiang Xinci left Lin Wujing's shoulders, and her former children completely left her. Forget it, Liang Mingzhu is an emperor and may not be willing to be a free prince here.

Lin Wujing felt the empty shoulders, and the soft touch was still on his back, and he couldn't help looking over.

Xiang Xinci noticed his gaze and immediately pinched the flesh on his waist and twisted it.

Aunt Qin just turned around and saw it, and helped the two of them block it.

Ming Xiluo held his dressed eldest son back in his arms, and had a larger territory in his heart. Throughout history, emperors have been taboos in fighting, but what if there is a wise and war-friendly prince in the central palace.

This is a gift from God to Daliang Kingdom, and it is an opportunity for Daliang to move from a century of decline to a century of prosperity. The Ninth Prince and him have wasted a generation. How can we not build a broader future now?

Whether it is the war horses of foreign tribes in the northwest, or the more abundant materials and aquatic products after crossing the sea, they can increase the ability of Daliang to deal with natural disasters and plagues.

This birthmark is a gift and a blessing for the people: "He has a birthmark."

"You have said it."

Lin Wujing was respectful and added icing on the cake: "Congratulations to the emperor, congratulations to the emperor, and be happy to get Lin'er."

"Congratulations to the Emperor, congratulations to the Emperor, God bless me Daliang."

"Everything is good, everything is good, it's just a birthmark, and it doesn't take it that much attention."

Then don't hug it so happily.

When Chang'an heard the movement inside, his back was straightened. Mrs. Zhongguo was his old master. If the old master gained power, the more stable his status was.

...

Mrs. Fen also heard that she was with her daughter early in the morning and listened to her daughter talking about the royal birthmark.

Fennie grew up with a big mouth in surprise: "There is such a magical thing?"

Xiang Xinci originally thought it was not unusual, but when she saw the mother's love, she was surprised and told her mother about the secrets of the royal family with interest. The combination of what she saw in the royal collection a few years ago made Fen's mother smile.

Aunt Qin watched from the side, feeling happy. Miss Seven and the old lady were like a child.

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Chapter completed!