Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

The eighth day of December is cold.

The woman's cry of pain came from Taishi Temple.

"Ben Gong's stomach hurts so much...!"

"Niangniang, hold on a little longer, the maid sent by the slaves will be here soon!"

In the house, the woman looked stunning, her black hair stuck to her white cheeks with sweat.

Although she is still young and beautiful, this is her first child.

She gritted her teeth, still unable to restrain the pain!

Wan Xuan and Wan Yin, the maids at the side, surrounded the bed and encouraged her.

The two maids who were guarding outside greeted the rest of the palace servants who were accompanying this time to boil hot water, prepare scissors, etc.

The sky was getting darker, and the moon quietly emerged from the cloud tip.

There are two little eunuchs, standing under the corridor not far away, listening to the heart-wrenching cry from time to time in the house, and whispering.

"Hey, you said, will Concubine Qiao give birth to a prince or a princess this time?"

"She definitely wants to give birth to a little princess. Not long ago, the emperor opened an altar to sacrifice to the sky in order to ask for a daughter!"

"I heard rumors that it was our majesty who committed too many murders and was violent. This is God punishing him. If he wants a princess, he will not give it!"

"Shh, you're going to die! Dare to talk about your majesty!"

…

In the Zen Room—

The one who was tormented by labor pains was the concubine Qiao Guifei, His Majesty's favorite concubine.

She was ten months pregnant and prayed every day to have a daughter.

Nothing else, just because the Emperor Gu Yihan of Daqi said that whoever has a daughter will be rich and rich in the future, and enjoy it inexhaustible!

The world knows that she is the concubine of the harem, but who knows, there are countless beauties in this harem.

She walks on thin ice every day, lest the grace be fleeting.

This is not... about to give birth, she dragged her cumbersome body and came to Taishi Temple to pray that she would have a daughter.

However, just kneeling on the futon, before kowtowing, my stomach started to ache.

Nowadays, the imperial concubine is going to give birth, which is a critical situation.

The temple was originally a place where no blood could be seen, but a meditation room had to be vacated to give birth to Concubine Qiao.

The palace people divided into two groups, some people went to the city and the palace to ask the imperial doctor Wen, others went to the palace to tell the emperor about this important event.

Having a boy or a girl, this is what happened.

…

In the palace, in the Qianyuan Hall, the lights are bright.

The current emperor, Gu Yihan, is sleeping with his head propped up to relieve the fatigue caused by reviewing memorials.

His face is like a crown of jade, and his bright yellow robes show his nobleness like a gentleman.

Brows are handsome, and under the sharp eyebrows are a pair of eyes that look decisive.

Now—

He frowned slightly, as if he had dreamed something.

In the dream, he walked in a luminous mist, following a hidden guide.

I saw an old man with white eyebrows, wearing a robe, suddenly appeared in front of him.

On the right hand side of Gu Yihan, the mist slowly dissipated, and a clear pond covered by a lotus appeared!

As the white fog disappeared, he saw a small stream, like the water of the Milky Way, shining with light, pouring into the pool from the sky.

The water droplets are crystal clear, the petals are pure and pink, and the lotus leaves are pale green.

Gu Yihan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Who are you? How dare you not kneel when you see me?"

The old man stroked his white beard and smiled lightly: "As expected of the Lord of Kyushu, even his tone is so arrogant.

That's all, the old man is here today to fulfill your wish and give you a daughter. However, you have to remember the promise you made. "