Chapter 827 Extra_The Emperor and Empress take care of the baby [End]

If possible.

Si Yu hopes that all he has experienced is a nightmare, and after waking up, he will have the cute little Azhao as he wishes.

But reality is cruel.

He suffered for ten months and was looking forward to his daughter, but finally failed.

After hearing the news of the birth of the little prince, the civil and military officials first reacted to ecstasy. Dasheng finally had his next successor.

Then he smiled in his heart.

Your Majesty is looking forward to the little princess so much. After all, he has paid the wrong payment for the entire ten months of expectation and torture.

Although very disappointed.

But when I woke up, I watched Song Zhao and the little prince in the cradle lying on the bed.

Si Yu's heart was filled with great warmth and satisfaction.

He sat beside the bed, leaned over and touched Song Zhao's cheek with the tip of his nose, and said sincerely, "Thank you for your hard work, the queen."

"It must be your hard work." Song Zhao didn't suffer much during the entire pregnancy and even during childbirth. However, Si Yu suffered a lot. She smiled and said, "If it weren't for you, I might be the one who would have suffered so much."

"Stop talking..." Si Yu's eyebrows frowned slightly, and now he seemed to be able to feel the heart-wrenching pain at that time. When he thought about it, he became more and more disliked by his son.

"Why aren't my daughter? I've obviously calculated everything... Everyone says that it's sour and spicy. I've eaten so many chili peppers, how can I still be a son?"

"What's wrong with being a son?" Song Zhao was unhappy. She was very protective of her child. "Look at how beautiful our baby is. She is much more delicate and beautiful than other babies when she was born. She is not worse than girls' houses. She will definitely be a handsome man in the future."

Si Yu glanced at his son.

indeed.

The little prince perfectly inherited his and Song Zhao's good looks. His head is round, pointed chin, big eyes, and his double eyelid folds are obvious. His skin is white and tender. It is not like an ordinary child who will be wrinkled when he is born. It is simply a ready-made glutinous rice ball, which makes people feel weak.

But it wasn't the daughter he wanted.

My son will only be his rival in love with him who was in his previous life.

"You won't be more girls than boys?" Song Zhao saw that Si Yu really didn't like his son, so he quickly spoke for his son, "In my opinion, the first child is very good. Haven't you always wanted to go out for a trip?

Next, we can raise our son well and ask him to take over as soon as possible, so you can also get more relaxed.

If you are a daughter, you really want to raise an empress, are you sure you will be willing to let your daughter work hard to deal with the government affairs every day?

Moreover, the empress needs to bear much more pressure than the prince. Can you really feel at ease to let your daughter face rumors?"

Si Yu's eyebrows and eyes drooped, and he murmured like a disgusting voice, "What you said makes sense."

He is indeed worried.

But he had too deep obsession with his daughter.

No one could stand the sudden gap.

Song Zhao said again, "It's okay, this is just the first child. At worst, we have a second child, can I make your dream come true?"

Si Yu shook his head violently and refused firmly, "I can't let you reborn."

In the past, he just saw other women having children and felt such pain from their visual and auditory sense.

Now he has experienced the pain from pregnancy to delivery.

That's really unbearable to look back on.

At that time, Si Yu thought while hurting, but fortunately he had endured it. But he didn't promise if he would be so lucky to let Song Zhao escape next time.

So he couldn't let Song Zhao have a baby anymore.

"Promise me, I don't want my daughter anymore. From now on, I won't mention it again, and you don't say it anymore."

*

On the day the little prince was full of the month, Si Yu issued an order to grant the little prince the crown prince and named it - Yan.

All civil and military officials sent gifts.

Even the King of Nanyue came from the full moon to Dasheng Dynasty.

He brought the red coral tree worth thousands of meanings and auspiciousness to send it to the Pepper House Hall, humbly asked the palace servants to pass on the message, wanting to take a look at the crown prince, but he was still turned away.

Dan Tai Mo finally left lonely.

After that, the crown prince's 100-day banquet, the first birthday, the birthday of the old lady Song, the birthday of Yun's family, the birthday of Song Zhao, and even the birthday of everyone in the Song family, the King of Nanyue sent a gift.

Time flies by.

The crown prince is two years old.

Xiao Ayan inherited her parents' high looks, becoming more and more beautiful as she grew older, and she was so exquisitely carved that she looked like a New Year's painting doll.

Xiao Ayan is also very smart.

He left more steadily than an ordinary child at the age of one year, and could run around the palace at the age of two.

Song Zhao has been teaching Xiao Ayan himself to recognize his words and read. Xiao Ayan, who is only two years old, has already memorized the thousand-character text and speaks like a little adult, which is very cute.

Xiao Ayan has been cool since she was a child, just like his father, always with a handsome face and a very mature look.

If you don’t like to talk to others, you will get angry when others praise him for being cute.

"My mother, let's discuss something. Don't comb Xiaojiu for me in the future, as that wouldn't be cool at all."

Xiao Ayan stood in front of Song Zhao and made his request seriously.

The little boy was wearing the Crown Prince's uniform customized by Shangyi Ministry and raised his hand to touch Xiao Jijiu on his head, the little man was quite stylish.

Song Zhao combs his hair in front of the makeup box. She likes to do such private things herself.

Hearing this, he looked at the little boy with pink and jade in the mirror, "Little Jiujiu is so cute. What should I do if my mother likes Xiao Ayan to comb Xiaojiu's look?"

A tangled expression appeared on Xiao Ayan's soft face. He didn't want to disappoint Ah Mom, but he didn't want to compromise. It was quite a bit bitter and revengeful.

"Why didn't my mom comb the little Jiujiu for her father?"

Song Zhao said while slashing his eyebrows, "Because your father is an adult, we are still a child."

As she said that, she asked habitually, "A Yan comes here to show Ah Mom, what color of mouth fat looks good today?"

Xiao Ayan stood on tiptoe and looked into the dressing box, "Am I look good no matter how you look."

He said softly, and carefully chose a bean paste-red mouth fat with fingers with meat. "Ah Niang's clothes today are like lilies, and Ah Yan thinks it is more suitable for lighter colors."

Song Zhao applied the mouth fat of his son's choice to his mouth, and it was indeed very well matched. She leaned over and kissed her son's face, "My grandma is going to go to the imperial study room to have lunch with your father. Are you going with her?"

Xiao Ayan's big, dark and bright eyes rolled around, hugged Song Zhao's knees, and said obediently, "My mother hug~"

Song Zhao squatted down and hugged the person.

My son always pays attention to the style of the crown prince outside and can't help but act coquettishly in front of him.

"I still have to hug you when I'm so big, aren't you afraid of being seen by others?"

"A Yan is still a child."

Xiao Ayan was confident.

He buried himself in Song Zhao's neck and whispered,

"My grandma hug her tightly, Ah Banquet has hidden a lot."

The mother and son came to the imperial study together.

Just stepped into the door.

Si Yu, who was handling the memorial, looked up.

"Here you come."

He pinched his eyebrows, held a deep smile in his eyes, quickly walked to Song Zhao, and lowered his head to kiss her.

Xiao Ayan suddenly stretched her little head out of Song Zhao's arms.

Si Yu suddenly stepped back in fear.

Xiao Ayan raised her hand and saluted her sternly, "My son has met his father."
Chapter completed!