Be good, call me uncle

Chapter 1771 We have a son, and the prime minister has a heir.

Jiang Jingqiu ran away.

Xie Yun grabbed Lu Mingyong's arm and asked anxiously: "What's going on?"

In order not to disturb Xiaoqian, Lu Mingyong explained to him in a low voice:

"As soon as the formation was broken, Mr. Baili entered the palace. Because Mingzhu and Huihui reported that Xiaoqian gave birth safely, he was first taken to Yu'er to see the unconscious Yu'er."

"It turned out that Yu'er's pulse condition was normal, but she was unconscious and didn't look like she was ill."

"Because Yu'er was kidnapped by the Master at the last moment, His Majesty was worried that this might be related to the influence of the reincarnation formation, so he asked Miss Jiang to take a look."

While the two were talking, Mr. Feng ran in in a hurry.

He didn't even care about the two of them and rushed straight into the delivery room.

Behind him, the two wet nurses almost ran out of breath, but they still didn't dare to delay and followed him with their skirts in hand.

Xie Yun was silent and said: "The safety of this place is left to you. I will go to Puze Temple to ask Master Qingchen to come and have a look."

Lu Mingyong stopped him: "Gu Huaijun has gone straight to Puze Temple. You don't have to go. There are more important things for you to handle."

"Just now, a man in black escaped from the palace with something in his arms. I have sent experts to chase him, but I'm worried that they are no match for the man in black."

"So, you take Yan Shaoxuan with you to help. We will take care of the rest, so you don't have to worry too much."

Xie Yun said: "That person took away the reincarnated life master. At that time, I was busy protecting Xiaoqian and the child and did not chase him. Fortunately, you did not lose him."

Lu Mingyong didn't know why: "Reincarnated life master? What does this mean?"

Xie Yun told him: "I have told Miss Jiang the whole story. Just ask Miss Jiang. Without further ado, I will take the first step."

After saying that, Xie Yun left.

Lu Mingyong still had a lot of things to do. He arranged for experts to wait here and then left.

Inside the room, Mr. Feng suddenly opened the curtain that separated the inner room from the outer room.

When he came, he was walking very fast and striding like lightning, wishing he could have wings.

When he saw Xiao Qian leaning on the quilt and about to breastfeed, he stopped.

Xiao Qian saw the curtain move and quickly raised her head.Through the morning light that filled the room, Xiao Qian saw this man who was sweating profusely.

He suddenly turned into a little crybaby, even more aggrieved than the one crying in his arms.

"Husband..."

Mr. Feng threw open the curtain and rushed over in one stride.

The swaddled baby held tears in his mouth, while the sweaty and pale little lady's eyes were soaked in tears.

Finally, he shouted: "Nanny! Nanny!"

The two wet nurses came stumbling in, out of breath from exhaustion.

Mr. Feng ordered: "Take her down to breastfeed."

The old aunt also had a discerning eye, and immediately said: "Madam, let the old slave come and hold the young master. Don't worry, the old slave and the nurses will take good care of him."

Xiao Qian reluctantly handed the child over.

After the old nanny and nanny retreated, she threw herself into Mr. Feng's arms and called earnestly: "Husband..."

Mr. Feng checked her up and down, and then reached out to pick up the teardrops.

The results are more and more.

He had no choice but to stretch out his hand to catch it: "Madam, I'm too late for my husband. Everything is my husband's fault."

Xiao Qian went from sobbing quietly to bursting into tears.

She didn't know whether she was crying about the fear of these days, the narrow escape of giving birth to a child, or the Feng Xia who died and no one cared about her.

Anyway, she cried very hard and didn't stop for a long time.

Mr. Feng had no choice but to whisper comfort. He was as helpless as a child.

After crying for a while, Xiao Qian slowly stopped.

She said: "Husband, we have a son, and the prime minister has a daughter."

(End of this chapter)