After the two talked, someone in the court mentioned the draft again, and Shen Qianyu refused because the treasury was not rich and Dongning had no money.
For those who were unwilling to give up, Shen Qianyu would say that whoever proposed a draft would have money from his family to hold it.
As time went by, the voice of the draft gradually faded away.
Song Wan also seemed to have survived the most uncomfortable stage of pregnancy, and his whole body became lighter.
But Shen Qianyu seemed to be obsessed with taking care of Song Wan, and still stayed by her side all day long.
On the first day of launch, he never left.
Song Wan's delivery was not smooth. I wonder if it was because the fetus in her belly followed Shen Qianyu. The little boy was strong and quite big, so Song Wan suffered a lot when he was born.
Shen Qianyu was waiting outside the delivery room, shivering with coldness all over.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. The Queen is blessed with great blessings, and she will be safe for both mother and child."
Ji Rong comforted her softly from the side, while Wan Xiao stood in the distance and worried about her little master.
Shen Qianyu stared at the closed door, but he didn't listen to anyone's words.
He only felt that his three souls and seven souls were flying to nowhere, and his whole person was in a kind of confusion and trance. When he first entered the room, he heard a loud cry of a baby. He looked up to the sky and sighed, almost falling to his knees on the ground.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, the Queen has given birth to the eldest prince. Both mother and son are safe..."
Both Fangmai and Fangmai, who were in charge of the obstetrics department of the Tai Hospital, stood up and wiped the sweat from their foreheads, while Po Wen walked out with a crumpled-up baby in her arms.
"Wan Xiao, take care of my prince."
After Shen Qianyu finished speaking, he pushed the palace maid away and wanted to enter the delivery room.
"No, Your Majesty."
Before anyone could stop him, he walked to Song Wan in a few steps.
"Your Majesty..."
Heng Zhi and Heng Wu were holding copper basins in their hands, ready to clean Song Wan. Shen Qianyu silently stepped forward to take the copper basin and wipe the stains on her body with his own hands.
"Wan'er, are you okay?"
Song Wan's face was as pale as gold paper, and his messy hair was stained with sweat and stuck to his face, looking extremely embarrassed.
But Shen Qianyu felt that his Wan'er was always so beautiful that it shocked him.
"It's hard work holding a child."
Song Wan shook his head weakly, laughing at his biased words.
That is also her child, why bother?
It's just that she is really weak now, and she fell asleep half-consciously without being able to say a single word.
When she woke up, it was already night. There was a bright yellow cradle beside her, and Shen Qianyu was sitting next to her, teasing their child softly.
"Wan'er is awake?"
Carrying the fat little guy to Song Wan, Shen Qianyu said softly: "Look at him, he looks very much like Wan'er."
Song Wan was quite surprised to see that his hands holding the child were skillful and steady and his movements were very smooth. Guessing that he might have practiced secretly at some point, I couldn't help but feel warm in my heart.
"Wan'er, look at our child."
For some reason, Shen Qianyu suddenly choked up and his eyes were sore.
Song Wan looked at him with a smile, then raised his head slightly to look at their child. He couldn't help laughing after just one glance.
The big baby looked ugly, and Shen Qianyu didn't know where he saw someone who looked like her.
After Song Wan chuckled, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to hold the little baby in his arms.
"Wan'er, please give our child a name."
"Irregular."
Shen Qianyu snorted softly: "What's wrong with the system? You are his mother, and you have gone through all the hard work to give birth to him, but you can't give him a name?"
Half-crouching down, Shen Qianyu hugged his wife and children and said with a smile: "If not, how about you and I each choose a word for him?"
"Wan'er chooses first, and I will choose after Wan'er has chosen."
Song Wan looked up at Shen Qianyu who looked very interested, and agreed with a faint smile.
She lowered her eyes and thought for a moment and said softly: "How about choosing the word 'time'?"
Shen Qianyu said: "The word "Shi" is good."
"The poem "Wan'er" expresses joy for a man to follow the way of a gentleman. At this time, the word is the culmination of a gentleman's work. It is very good, very good."
Seeing that Shen Qianyu knew what he meant, Song Wan smiled lightly.
"Where is Your Majesty? What word would Your Majesty want to choose?"
Shen Qianyu looked at Song Wan, then at the baby in his arms, and gently uttered the word "Yan".
"Yan means peace and quiet. I hope that our children can be gentlemen who live in peace and quiet in the future."
After saying that, Shen Qianyu lowered his head and looked at the sweetly sleeping baby in his arms, feeling soft in his heart.
During the Lantern Festival many years ago, he lost a friend.
But it was that person who allowed him to get to know the most beautiful woman in the world.
Jiang Yan's feelings were unspeakable, so he helped him hide them in his heart, but Shen Qianyu felt that Wan'er deserved all the most sincere affection in the world and couldn't bear to bury them.
"Yan?"
Song Wan raised his eyes, a little surprised.
"Why? Wan'er doesn't think it's good?"
"it's not true."
She thought for a while and said: "It is indeed excellent."
"The second master of Chengyang Marquis Mansion has the word "Yan" in his name. He is a serious and elegant gentleman, upright and self-possessed. On the day of the Lantern Festival, he passed away from serious injuries while saving my brother. Both my brother and I felt very indebted. "
She knew that her brother had lit a lantern for the second master of the Jiang family at his home temple, but he had passed away and any further efforts would be in vain.
But now Shen Qianyu suddenly chose this word to name her child. Inexplicably, Song Wan thought it was very suitable.
"I hope our child can be a benevolent gentleman like the second master of the Jiang family in the future..."
Shen Qianyu continued: "Maybe he is a Mingjun in the prosperous age."
His eldest son with Wan'er will definitely be the crown prince.
Shen Qianyu could say this, but Song Wan couldn't. She just smiled faintly and stretched out her hand to poke Shen Shiyan's arm.
Shen Qianyu knew that she had no intention of forcing it, so he held her hand in his palm and kissed her devoutly.
Infants grow up very quickly, but their appearance changes dramatically in just one or two months. Due to the special nature of Shen Qianyu's harem, Shen Shiyan became a treasure held in the palm of everyone's hands as soon as he was born.
Shang Rong loved it so much that she held it in her arms all day long and wished she could take him back to her bedroom at night.
Zhang Baozhen also seemed to have found fun. He held a sewing basket and sewed clothes for Shen Shiyan all day long, ranging from bedding for the eldest prince to small Pfaff pockets, tiger-head shoes and tiger-head hats, and even clothes for one or two years old. , I sewed no less than five pieces.
Zhao Nanzhang, on the other hand, had already begun to select princes at home to accompany him to school. Just waiting for Shen Shiyan to speak, he asked his children to accompany him to practice martial arts, learn riding and archery and other skills. Qi Qingling even started collecting piano scores from all over the world early, just so that Shen Shiyan could understand the music in the future, communicate with the world, and have a clear mind.
Even Wan Xiao, a leisurely person who doesn't care about anything, rarely gets busy.
He collected all the secret agents of Dongchang into a book, and went to various places to select those children with extraordinary talents, thinking that Shen Shiyanxun could be his personal bodyguard and bodyguard under his control.
And Shen Shiyan, a little baby who can only babbling, has been loved by thousands of people since he was born...
