The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister

if it is possible.

Si Yu hopes that what he experienced was a nightmare, and when he wakes up, he will have the cute little Azhao as he wishes.

However, the reality is cruel.

He suffered for ten months, looking forward to his daughter for ten months, but finally failed.

After hearing the news of the birth of the little prince, the civil and military officials' first reaction was ecstasy. Dasheng finally had a successor.

Immediately afterwards, I snickered in my heart.

His Majesty was looking forward to the little princess so much, and the whole ten months of waiting and torment were finally paid by mistake.

Although very lost.

But when he woke up and looked at the picture of Song Zhao and the infant little prince lying on the bed.

Si Yu's heart was filled with great warmth and satisfaction.

He sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over and touched Song Zhao's cheek with the tip of his nose, and said sincerely, "Thank you queen."

"It should be because of your hard work." Song Zhao didn't suffer much during pregnancy and even childbirth, but Si Yu suffered a lot. She said with a smile, "If it weren't for you, I might be the one who died of pain."

"Stop talking..." Si Yu frowned slightly, as if he could still feel the heart-piercing pain at that time, the more he thought about it, the more he disliked his son,

"Why not a daughter, I've obviously counted everything... They say sour and hot, how can I still be a son after eating so many peppers?"

"What's wrong with my son?" Song Zhao was unhappy, she was very protective of her child, "Look at how beautiful our baby is, it's much more delicate and beautiful than other people's babies when it's just born, and it's no worse than girls' babies. Ah, he must be a handsome man in the future."

Si Yu cast a glance at his son.

indeed.

The little prince perfectly inherited his and Song Zhao's good looks, with a round head, pointed chin, big eyes, obvious folds on the double eyelids, white and tender skin, not wrinkled like ordinary children when they are born. The ready-made glutinous rice dumplings make people feel soft.

However, it was not the daughter he wanted.

The son will only be the love rival in his previous life who came to steal his wife from him.

"You won't favor girls over boys?" Song Zhao saw that Si Yu really didn't like his son, so he quickly spoke up for his son, "In my opinion, it's good to have a son as the first child, don't you always want to go out to play in the mountains?" water?

We will be able to train our son well in the future, let him take over as soon as possible, and you can relax too.

If it's a daughter, if you really want to train an empress, are you sure you'd be willing to let your daughter deal with government affairs every day?

And the empress needs to bear much more pressure than the prince, can you really rest assured that your daughter will face gossip? "

Si Yu lowered his brows and murmured in a low voice, "You're right."

He is really worried.

But his obsession with his daughter is too deep.

No one can stand the sudden drop.

Song Zhao said again, "It's okay, this is just the first child, the big deal, we have a second child, I will make your dream come true, okay?"

Si Yu shook his head violently, and firmly refused, "I can't let you regenerate."

In the past, he just watched other women give birth, and felt the pain from sight and hearing.

Now he has experienced the pain from pregnancy to delivery.

That was really unbearable.

At that time, Si Yu was thinking about the pain, but luckily he endured it. But he doesn't guarantee whether he will be so lucky to let Song Zhao hide next time.

So it is impossible for him to let Song Zhao have children again.

"Promise me that I don't want a daughter anymore. From now on, I won't mention it again, and neither will you."

*

On the day of the little prince's full moon, Si Yu decreed to designate the little prince as the crown prince, and named him—Yan.

Civil and military officials sent congratulatory gifts one after another.

Even the king of Nanyue traveled thousands of miles from the full moon to the Dasheng Dynasty.

He brought an auspicious red coral tree worth tens of millions and sent it to Jiaofang Hall. He humbly asked the palace servants to send a message that he wanted to take a look at the crown prince, but he was still turned away.

Tantai Mo finally left lonely.

Since then, the crown prince's hundred-day banquet, one-year-old birthday, and the birthday banquet of the old lady Song, Yun's birthday, Song Zhao's birthday, and even the birthdays of everyone in the Song family, the Nanyue king sent congratulatory gifts every single one of them.

Time flies.

The crown prince is two years old.

Little Ah Yan inherited the good looks of her parents, the longer she grows, the more beautiful she is, and she looks like a doll in New Year pictures.

Little Ah Yan is also very smart.

When he was one year old, he walked more steadily than ordinary children, and when he was two years old, he was able to run around the palace.

Song Zhao has been teaching little Ayan how to read and read in person. The two-year-old little Ayan has already memorized the thousand-character prose, and he speaks like a little adult, very cute.

Little Ah Yan has been cool since he was a child, just like his father, always with a handsome face and a very mature appearance.

He doesn't like to talk to others, and he will get angry when others praise him for being cute.

"Aniang, let's discuss something. You don't want to give me little tweets anymore. That's not cool at all."

Little Ah Yan stood in front of Song Zhao and made his request seriously.

The little boy was wearing the crown prince's uniform custom-made by the clothing department. He raised his hand and touched the little Jiujiu on the left and right of his head.

Song Zhao combed her hair in front of the dowry, she likes to do such private things by herself.

Hearing this, he glanced at the pink and jade-carved little boy from the mirror, "Little Jiujiu is so cute, Auntie likes how little Ah Yan combs Xiaojiujiu, what should I do?"

Little Ah Yan showed a tangled expression on her soft face. He didn't want to disappoint A Niang, but he didn't want to compromise, which seemed a bit bitter and bitter.

"Why doesn't Auntie give my father a little chirp?"

Song Zhao painted his eyebrows and said, "Because your father is an adult, and we, Ah Yan, are still children."

As she said that, she asked habitually, "A Yan came over to show A Niang, what color of lip balm looks good today?"

Little Ah Yan stood on tiptoe and looked into the dowry, "No matter what, A Niang is pretty."

He said softly, and carefully selected a bean paste red lip balm with his fleshy fingers, "Aniang's clothes today are in the color of a lily, and Ah Yan thinks a lighter color is more suitable."

Song Zhao smeared the lip balm chosen by her son on her own lips, and it matched well, she leaned over and kissed her son's cheek, "Auntie is going to the royal study to have lunch with your father, and I will talk to Auntie Shall we go together?"

Little Ah Yan's big black and bright eyes rolled around, hugged Song Zhao's knees, and said obediently, "Hug, mother~"

Song Zhao squatted down and hugged him.

The son always pays attention to the style of the crown prince outside, and can't help acting like a baby in front of him.

"I still want to hug you at such a big age, aren't you afraid of being seen by others?"

"A Yan is still a child."

Little Ah Yan is confident and confident.

He buried Song Zhao's neck and whispered,

"Hold tight, Ma'am, the banquet is well hidden."

The mother and son came to the royal study together.

Just stepped in the door.

Si Yu, who was processing the memorial, looked up.

"coming."

He squeezed the center of his brows, with a deep smile in his eyes, and quickly walked up to Song Zhao, bowing his head to kiss her.

Little Ah Yan suddenly stretched out her little head from Song Zhao's arms.

Si Yu was abrupt, and backed away in fright.

Little Ah Yan arched her little hands and saluted solemnly, "I have seen my father."