It snowed heavily outside the house, and everyone who entered the room had a thin or thick layer on their heads and bodies.
Large charcoal basins were burned in the four corners of the outhouse to block the cold air brought in and out.
Afraid of being too dry inside, the small four-sided stove was boiling water, making a small gurgling and boiling sound.
Meili was covered with a thick quilt and was still hot and sweaty in single clothes, but she did not dare to remove the charcoal basin for fear that the baby next to her would be cold.
He was so young that Meili almost didn't dare to hold him.
It had been three days since he was born, and no matter who tried to persuade her, she would not let the child out of sight.
She was afraid that this weak little life would secretly die in a place that she couldn't care about.
No matter what, she has to stay by her child's side She was weak, but she still insisted on feeding the child herself.
When the little baby nestled in her arms and sucked big gulps of milk, she felt that her life was being injected into his life, and she was extremely satisfied and at ease.
In order to have abundant milk, she drank all kinds of horrible-tasting soups and medicines without complaining.
As long as she was told that this was good for the child and beneficial to milk, she would eat it without blinking an eye.
The ancestor also carefully selected two healthy wet nurses for the baby, and Duoduo sent experienced nannies.
Aunt Yu'an stayed with the mother and child most of the day, and the imperial doctor also took turns on duty outside.
Even if nothing happens, premature babies should be checked and cherished every day.
When he was almost full moon, under the careful feeding and care of his wet nurse and mother, the baby's jaundice faded away, his wrinkled skin became white and tender, his face became rounder, and his thin arms and legs gradually became as plump as a small lotus root.
When the imperial doctor happily told Meili that the baby had successfully survived the most dangerous period, Meili was so excited that she burst into tears.
Because she was afraid that something might happen to her child, she put in all her efforts, and the little body lying in her arms actually gave her the strength to survive the grief of losing Brother Cheng Yi and Yong Hyuk.
The fragile and delicate child seemed to be relying on her all the time.
Only she knew how much she relied on this child lying in the little brocade quilt.
The little baby who looked very different from the one she just gave birth to was already her whole life.
From the moment she saw him, as long as she could, she was willing to exchange everything she had for his life and his happiness.
Jingxuan's return came without any warning, and there wasn't even a sound of announcing at the door.
The curtain was lifted and people came in.
Meili was holding the child who had just fallen asleep and patting him.
He stood outside and looked at her expressionlessly.
For a moment, she just looked back blankly.
Three or two nuns were still waiting in the room, congratulating Prince Qing diligently, and nagging him to go near Meili, who was still in confinement, and to hold the child who was not yet a month old.
"You all go down."
Jingxuan's indifference wiped away the smiles of the nuns.
They looked at each other suspiciously.
Fu Jin gave birth to a big fat boy.
Although he was born prematurely, the baby was strong and strong.
He was born at full term.
The child may not be so healthy and cute.
How could he have such an expression?
"Go down," he said in an aggravated tone, and everyone in the room turned pale and fled.
Meili was also frightened.
She held the child tightly in her arms like a mother protecting her cubs, and gave him a wary and sharp look.
As long as he dared to hurt the child, she would fight him desperately.
Jingxuan was seriously hurt by this look.
He was back, back from the battlefield and from the brink of death.
She saw him with such an expression and eyes.
He didn't want to look at her anymore, and his cold eyes slid down to the child in her arms.
Before the arduous battle, with the sounds of fighting and wails filling his ears, and in the cold days and nights, he always had a glimmer of hope that the child was his.
He was extremely suspicious, and he did not want to order her to abort the child.
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Although he had said cruel words, he was really afraid that if this child was conceived by him and Meili, his cruel decision would push her away from him.
Entering into a state of eternal doom.
He would rather take the gamble and lose.
"Don't be wary of me."
His tone was extremely cold, and the curve on the corner of his mouth was also cruel and cruel, "Yonghe died, just think of it as my compensation for him, I will let this child live."
Meili was trembling all over.
She never dared to think about the scene when he saw this child, and how hurtful he would say it was.
At this moment, he still broke her heart into pieces with just one sentence.
He really didn't recognize this child "I owe you Yonghe," she cried out uncontrollably.
If she didn't want to explain, could he believe it?
From the day she didn't fall into the red, suspicion had already arisen in his heart, not to mention that the child was born prematurely.
That is, full and full, he shines She will still be suspicious all her life.
"You owe him."
She trembled so hard that the child moved uneasily.
"You killed him."
He hurt her no matter how he hurt her.
She admitted it, but she felt unfair for Yonghe.
Hate him for Yonghyuk's parents hate him Jingxuan's face turned pale, and she revealed the scars in his heart, which were crueler and more bloody than others.
He also didn't expect Yonghe to die in Mongolia.
When he saw the bodies of Cheng Yi and Yong Hyuk, his pain and guilt were deeper than anyone else.
He was even afraid.
If Yonghyuk dies, Meili will hate him deeply for the rest of her life.
But he really couldn't bear it when he saw her resentful eyes and listened to her stern questions.
She hated him, but had she thought about it?
He also lost his best brother, and he also suffered a knot that he could never repay in his life.
He didn't ask her to comfort her softly, at least she wouldn't look at him like this when he just came back from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, thousands of miles away.
The first thing he did when he came back was to see her.
He missed her.
He missed her when the cold was unbearable, and when he was injured and in pain, he missed her.
He thought of her all the time during marches, bloody battles, and ambushes.
He always told himself that he could not die.
She was waiting for him at home, and she was alone, weak and helpless.
Yes, she succumbed to Suying’s identity because of him.
What will she do if he dies?
There were many times when he wanted to write to her, but it was very difficult for him to actually write.
He was angry and disgusted when she didn't reply to the first and second letters, but he was still afraid that she would miss her.
Finally, she gave him a four-word letter home.
He was so happy that he jumped on his horse and ran around the camp.
He even killed himself I am so excited.
He is the aloof Prince Qing, but because of this sentence "everything is fine", he is as happy as a young boy who has received his first love letter.
He had known about her pregnancy for a long time, and he did not even admit that he was silently waiting for her letter announcing the good news.
The only one he waited for was Suying's letter.
When the weather turned cold, he waited for the thick coats Suying brought; when winter entered, he waited for the bedding carefully sewn by Suying; when he was injured, Suying came all the way to bring tonics and medicine, and he doubted Meili.
Did she know that he was hurt?
No matter how unwilling her heart was, he gradually admitted that her heart was no longer with him.
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Just as he didn't love her who was ignorant and reckless back then, she didn't love him who was ruthless to her again and again.
Even so, he still doesn't give up Yong Hyuk's death, the way she looked at him, and the way she protected her children made him finally understand that he had made a mistake that hurt everyone.
The indifference with which he turned away, and the deep black eyes in which he never looked at the child or her again, made her heart feel like powder blown away by the cold winter wind, leaving nothing behind.
She knew that her resentment was unfounded.
Although she knew that it was irrational for her to allow the misunderstanding to deepen instead of explaining it, she still could not forgive him for refusing to hold her child.
If he doesn't admit it, this is his child too She was so angry that the child she loved like the most precious treasure in the world was ignored by him like this.
When the hollow despair and helplessness hit her again, she could only hold the baby tightly and put her face against the baby who was struggling to breathe.
She didn't know what to do.
The questions that fate gave her were getting more and more difficult.
She was only eighteen years old, and she didn't even have anyone to discuss it with.
Tears fell on the child's brocade quilt.
Now she was completely at a loss except loving the child.
Brother Chengyi, Yonghe, Jingxuan, Yonghe’s parents, and herself were all in panic: