In the room, the smoke rose.

Just a little while, Chi Wanqun has already found a stable woman.

Within the room, Fengqi songs burst into a low voice, and the outside, the emperor's dust has long been anxious, eager to rush in.

"You can't go in." Chi Wanqun and his emperor Zha lived with him.

No matter in which era, having children is a big thing for women, men are taboo to see. "Wait here, Feng Biaotou is so tenacious, there will be nothing."

"But it’s only eight months." The imperial eyes are full of endless concerns.

The maiden is only pregnant for eight months. This is undoubtedly a premature birth.

"Not premature, you can rest assured." Emperor ancestors slowly laughed at this moment. "The two children have been absorbing the spiritual power of Chu Getou, and the protection of my ancestors and my body, and they have accelerated their growth."

Listening to the emperor's ancestors, the emperor's dust has slightly lowered his heart.

In the room, among the credits, a stable woman gave birth to Feng Chuge.

"Little lady, hard, the child's head is coming out."

People say that having children is the biggest pain for women, and this is true.

At this moment, the Fengchu song almost exhausted all her strength.

During her time, I don’t know how long it took, and she was surprised. "Come out, force!"

The whole body has collapsed, the last bit of Fengchu song, and finally "wow"!

A clear call rang throughout the yard.

At the same time, the horizon, the colorful clouds and clouds quickly gathered, the horizon, the 霎 is good-looking.

"Hey, gave birth to a baby, is a little princess." The sound of the surprise of the stable wife, the emperor will break into the door, and the voice of the stable woman once again let him live. "there's still one!"

The imperial dust is impatient, but Chi Wanqun is looking at the clouds in the sky, his face showing a deep smile.

Colorful clouds, the symbol of auspicious.

That little girl, the future is bound to be the phoenix of people!

The first child almost exhausted all the strength of the Fengchu song, and the first child was a little smoother.

After a while, the second child also came out.

When the second child’s clear voice rang through the clouds, the whole ground seemed to shake.

Outside, Chi Wanqun’s eyes were a bit strange, and then he picked up his beard and smiled.

The imperial dust has already rushed into the house.

At this moment, Feng Chuge’s forehead was full of sweat, lying on the couch with a slight collapse.

The imperial dust bypassed the stable woman, went directly to the Fengchu song, and reached out and held her hand. "Yang, it’s hard..."

Feng Chuge raised his eyes and looked at the imperial dust. Then he looked at the child who was one of the hands of the stable woman. He raised his lips and smiled.

Even if her face is pale, but at this moment, she still laughs and laughs.

"Dust young master, you see, these two children, can be beautiful, hey, I have never seen such a good-looking child in Xilong." Wen Po holding her child up, the emperor took it easy. go with.

At this moment, one of the baby's mouth is spitting bubbles.

The strange thing is that these two babies are not wrinkled like the new born children, their skin is very smooth, especially white and tender.

Although the eyes have not been opened, but from the perspective of the five senses, they are faintly visible.

"Dust... I look at the children." Feng Chuge struggled to get up from the bed to see the child.