Feng Duhu, who was trying to divert his attention, noticed Mrs. Zuo's expression and couldn't help but ask.

"I am naturally happy when I think that our Feng Mansion will have more people."

Feng Duhu said "Oh", then nodded and continued following Mrs. Zuo's words:

"I don't know if it's a boy or a girl. It would be great if it's a daughter..."

There were too many sons in the family, and Feng Duhu desperately wanted a daughter. Otherwise, it would be too lonely to have two daughters.

Whether the x chromosome can turn over depends on this.

But before he finished speaking, the right lady in the delivery room could be heard screaming, "Son!" She didn't even care to moan.

"Madam, madam, don't get excited and don't waste your energy."

The medical staff inside quickly gave advice.

The right lady is unwilling to give up:

"Feng Mingwen, don't say that I want to have a daughter again..."

Feng Duhu didn't dare to be harsh anymore: "Okay, okay, have a son, have a son."

Then he said without giving up:

"Actually, I have no prejudice against sons or daughters. It's the same for boys and girls."

Not to mention the right lady in the delivery room, not even the left lady sitting with him in the waiting room believed this.

"You're lying!"

Mrs. Zuo probably had stomach pain again, and her words sounded like she was gritting her teeth:

"Wise words and charm!"

Who doesn’t know that in the entire family, both of them are the most favored?

When picking fruit in the yard, you have to carry it on your shoulders.

Ah Chong was envious of his real name and wanted to be promoted, but then he got the word "go".

Feng Duhu sighed: "Si Niang, I still remember when you and I first met. You were about the same age as both of us, right? At that time, you said that I was a clever talker."

"At that time, I only thought that you were young and ignorant. I didn't expect that after so many years, you would still comment like this. It's really a waste of time for you and me as a couple."

Upon hearing his words, Mrs. Right, who was a little angry at first, immediately laughed out loud and her mood calmed down a bit.

Although he has experience, Guard Feng Du is a little restless next door, let alone his right wife who is preparing to give birth to a child?

To say I wasn't nervous at all would be a lie.

But when Feng Duhu talked about the first meeting between the two, Mrs. You was also a little emotional.

In a flash, it has been almost twenty years.

If nothing else happens, the child who is about to be born should be the youngest child in the family.

Because even I, regardless of my age or physical condition, may not be allowed to have another child.

As for the others, according to the medical school, they are already considered advanced mothers, and the risk will be greatly increased if they give birth again.

I don’t know if he had a tacit understanding, but Feng Duhu recited something leisurely outside:

"If life were just like the first time we met..."

Just such a sentence, which sounded plain and insipid, was actually very attractive, making all the ladies on the left and right tremble slightly.

Mrs. Zuo, who had always been cool in front of outsiders, actually showed a trace of memory in the corner of her mouth before anyone smiled.

Although Alang was not around when I gave birth to Ah Chong, he still left a poem.

There are countless poems about inducing pregnancy in the world, but I am afraid that this is the first poem about inducing pregnancy.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Zuo looked at Feng Duhu with a faint look:

This bowl of water is really flat.

The right lady, who was lying on the couch in the delivery room, heard the poem and remembered that she had asked him for something in the early years:

If one day I were to give birth to his child, I would listen to his poems in the delivery room.

But these words were just made out of jealousy.

Now so many years have passed, if Alang hadn't recited the poem at this time, she would have forgotten that this happened.

Unexpectedly, he kept this matter in his mind.

Thinking of this, Mrs. You couldn't help but feel sweet in her heart, and she seemed to have forgotten even the pain.

But no matter what the two ladies were thinking in their hearts, neither of them spoke, tacitly waiting for Feng Duhu to say the next sentence.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, the wait was in vain.

"Where's down there?"

Mrs. Zuo was in the same room as Feng Duhu. When she saw that he was sitting blankly and seemed to have no intention of continuing to read, she couldn't help but urge him.

In the past few years, Feng Duhu has been busy with work and has rarely produced new works.

At this moment, I finally got the chance, but I didn’t expect that it was only the beginning. How could I endure this?

"I just have feelings in my heart and just say it casually, what's the point?"

Naturally, Feng Duhu couldn't read out the rest.

Otherwise, how can we explain the sad autumn wind and the painting of a fan that changes the heart of an old friend?

Unbelievably, the two ladies thought he had a new love.

Life is still at stake, so just pretend to beep or something and put it aside later.

"Feng Mingwen, you are a murderer!"

The sweetness turned into nothing, and coupled with a huge pain down below, Mrs. Right couldn't help but scream in pain and curse.

"It's starting, it's starting, madam, don't use too much force first, take a breath, and then use force again!"

The doctor's voice sounded in the delivery room.

Listening to the right lady's screams of pain in the delivery room, Feng Duhu was sweating slightly on his forehead, and his mind was frantically recalling the poems he had memorized at the bottom of the box, which one was suitable for this situation.

Obviously I was studying secretly a few days ago.

As we get older, does our memory also decline?

At this moment, a servant suddenly reported outside the door:

"My lord, Mr. Wei is here."

Feng Duhu was so focused that he didn't seem to hear.

Mrs. Zuo stepped forward and gave Feng Duhu a gentle push.

"how?"

Only then did Feng Duhu come to his senses.

"Wei Rong is here."

Wei Rong is the bishop of the Royal Academy and one of the academy's supervisors.

At a young age, he was already called Mr. Wei.

"Oh, oh, let him come over then."

If Zhang Yuan is the senior disciple of the school, then Wei Rong is Feng Duhu's first disciple.

Of course, the real disciple of Open Door has already achieved a transformation in status, from a disciple to a person beside his bed, and even gave birth to a child.

As Wei Rong's nominal disciple, there was no need to avoid suspicion.

However, Feng Duhu still walked out of the waiting room and met Wei Rong at a place slightly away from the delivery room.

"What's up?"

"Disciple, first of all, congratulations to Master for the new addition to his family."

"You haven't been born yet. Is this why you came here?"

"One more thing."

"explain."

Feng Duhu was still anxious to go back to accompany the childbirth and was in no mood to waste time.

"Brother has received a letter, saying that your Excellency has begun mobilizing troops and is preparing to take action."

Feng Duhu thought thoughtfully: "According to the planned time, it is almost time to make preparations. It is normal."

It is estimated that the official documents from Hedong will arrive tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

He looked at Wei Rong and asked:

"Hedong Dudu Mansion, is there any other news?"
To be continued...