Zhang Shaoliang said that although cherry blossoms are beautiful, their flowering period is very short. Every time I feel that I have not appreciated them enough, I will fall into the wind and go after them.
Thinking about it now, it seems like he is talking about himself.
He is so good, such a good person, but he was taken away by the god of death when he was in his prime.
After that, Luo Ling kept thinking that it would be great if he had been kind to him before, and that there would not be so many regrets after he left...
In a blink of an eye, winter is coming again, and it has been six months since the chaotic capital change.
Zhang Shaoliang died, Qinglan died, and later, Cao Shichen died...
Luo Nan said that he died of illness. When he died, he was still holding the cheap jade pendant tightly. Zhang Shaoliang was always wearing it around his waist. Cao Shichen once said that it was the love given to his mother back then.
Token.
Cao Shichen came quickly and was anxious, so he went there in a few days.
After staying in Cao's mansion for a few days, Qing'er said that when the old man Cao went, he kept muttering Zhang Shaoliang's name, Shaoliang, Shaoliang...
Then, I went there as I read it.
When I returned to the capital, the palace was still so gorgeous and complex. The empress dowager was already old and stayed in her palace all day long to burn incense and recite Buddha's name, and she didn't often go out to walk around.
At the beginning of the next year, Luo Ling became pregnant again. The long-silent palace finally ushered in the first great event of the year.
After Yuwen Haoyu got off the morning court, he rushed to the bedroom early. Although it was early spring, it was still cold. Yuwen Haoyu entered the bedroom. He was afraid that the cold air brought from outside would freeze Luo Ling.
So he warmed his body in the middle room before he came into the inner room to see Luo Ling.
"Come back?"
Luo Ling was half-lived on the bed. When he saw him come in, he smiled and looked lazy. Since he was pregnant, his body was always prone to slackness. When he had nothing to do, he wanted to stay in the quilt and didn't want to move anymore.
"Well, are you feeling uncomfortable? If you feel uncomfortable, you must say, do you know?"
Luo Ling smiled and nodded. Yuwen Haoyu sat beside the bed, and Mei Xiang quit the inner room, leaving them a warm world.
Seeing the snacks placed on the small wooden table beside Luo Ling's bed, Yuwen Haoyu raised his hand and pinched her nose, "I just like some small snacks."
Raising his hand to block his hand, Luo Ling sat up and said innocently, "Why, now I don't even have the right to eat some snacks? Child, look at your father, aren't you really stingy?"
"Ling'er, you're wronged me. Is it bad for your health if you eat too much snack? Child, don't listen to your mother's nonsense. Your father loves her and you too."
Yuwen Haoyu said, smiling and touching Luo Ling's slightly raised abdomen. It has been three months since the imperial doctor said that the fetus looks very stable and he will definitely be a healthy and strong child in the future.
"Yu, I've already figured out the name of the child."
Luo Ling raised her eyes and looked at him without blinking.
"Oh? What's the name?" Yuwen Haoyu approached her and asked.
"Is it called Shaoliang?"
"good."
In late autumn, the child was born, but it was different from other newborns. When the child was born, he did not cry at all. His clear black eyes were wide open, and he looked at the person holding him curiously.
It's funny and laughing, it's very likable. Even the empress dowager who has never left the palace likes it so much that she holds it in her arms and is reluctant to let go...