After the clearing, I became the soft bag of the fourth master

Chapter 129 is a boy

The child's cry was extremely loud, after his cry sounded.

The dark clouds all over the sky dispersed, the heavy rain stopped, and the thunder stopped.In less than a quarter of an hour, the sky cleared up, and golden and warm light shone into the house.

When the Mongolian Khan came in, the smell left by the production in the house had not faded away.Wu Ling was lying on the bed, wet and weak like a puddle of water.

And Wu Ling's child was wrapped in a tiger skin quilt and held by the Mongolian concubine. When the concubine saw Da Khan coming in, she hurriedly let him see her grandson: "Look, it's a boy..."

"Hmm... like his Erji..." Mengmeng Dahan wanted to reach out to touch...but he flinched in the end, he turned and walked towards Wu Ling eagerly, also wanting to touch himself from behind daughter, but finally backed down.

In the end, Wu Ling slowly turned his head and shouted: "Abu..."

"Eh!"

The Mongolian Khan agreed very quickly, and then asked urgently: "Do you have anything to eat... Abu ordered his servants to do it. You must be exhausted after giving birth..."

But Wu Ling didn't answer these words, she asked: "Abu...what's the situation at Hanyu Pass...?"

These words made Mongolia Khan startled a bit. He must have guessed that Wu Ling had doubts about the situation at Hanyu Pass. The Mongolian concubine did not answer Wu Ling's words, but continued to speak her own words. : "Why don't you drink porridge, white porridge is more delicate, you don't have the strength now... I'm afraid you can't chew food..."

After speaking, the Mongolian Khan was about to walk to the door.

"Abu!" Wu Ling yelled, and the Mongolian Khan stopped again. Wu Ling struggled to get up and supported her body with her arms. The truth, when can Abu tell me?"

The Mongolian Khan felt a little heartbroken, and he hurried back to press his daughter. The Mongolian Khan comforted Wu Ling: "Hanyu Pass is the pass between the Qing Dynasty and Junggar. I don't know the situation inside. I'm going to Send someone over there to inquire about the news, and when we find out the real news, I will tell you, okay?"

Wu Ling naturally knew that most of the words of the Mongolian Khan were prevarication, but now Wu Ling did not have the strength to seek the truth by herself, so she nodded: "Then thank you, Abu..."

. . . . . .

Wu Ling gave birth to a boy.

Wu Ling, who was lying on the bed, couldn't believe it, she actually had a child... until the Mongolian princess put the child beside her, Wu Ling looked at the child beside the pillow, who had just been born , She doesn't look like a person yet, but she can still vaguely feel that this child looks very similar to her.

Wu Ling stretched out her fingers, and lightly touched the child's face, the real and the unreal collided with each other, tears flowed from her eyes, she actually had a child...

The Mongolian concubine sat aside, gently wiped Wu Ling's tears, and she also followed her eyes: "Silly boy, you have committed a lot of crimes because of this little thing. It is really a legend, the father of this child For him, he was willing to give up the chance to fight for the throne and was dispatched to the frontier. As for his mother, she had been pregnant for three years and went through the door of hell. When this child was born, it rained heavily and the sky The thunder that ignites the fire is really extraordinary..."

While the Mongolian concubine was speaking, Wu Ling pushed aside the baby's tiger skin quilt, and looked back and forth naked, as if looking for something.

This frightened the Mongolian concubine terribly. Although the rain had stopped now, the weather was still cold, and the newborn child would suffer from the cold.The Mongolian concubine quickly covered the child with a quilt, and asked suspiciously: "Ling'er, what are you looking for in the child?"

"The supernatural mark..."

Wu Ling frowned. Wu Ling's mother is also from a foreign race. She has the same birthmark on her forehead as Wu Ling. Logically speaking, the child born to Wu Ling should also be from a foreign race. If there is no birthmark, then at least... there should be a birthmark somewhere on the body~ But just now, Wu Ling searched the child over and over again, but couldn't find the supernatural imprint...

The Mongolian concubine also wondered: "I can't... People of foreign races have powerful supernatural powers. Even children born to ordinary people are all foreign people with supernatural powers. There has never been a precedent for ordinary children born to foreign people." ...And when this child was born, there were thunders and visions, how could it not even have a supernatural mark~"

Wu Ling doesn't believe in evil, and neither does the Mongolian concubine. The two of them lifted the child's quilt and checked everything inside and out. There really is no mark of supernatural power...

Afterwards, the Mongolian concubine was a little discouraged: "How could this be?"

But Wu Ling seemed a little plain: "It's fine if you don't have supernatural powers... It's not a lucky thing to be an ordinary person and live a life in peace and stability."

"If you think so... well..." The Mongolian concubine comforted herself.

Then she looked at the little boy and said, "This boy is so good-looking, please give him a name... You have worked so hard to give birth to him, so it is most suitable for you to name him..."

Wu Ling lowered his head and looked at the child in his arms.

The one with thick eyebrows and big eyes... the mouth is small, just like Wu Ling's, with a slightly upward posture... He really resembles himself... Wu Ling smiled: "Let's call him Little Nezha..."

"This……"

The Mongolian concubine choked: "That's the name? When the child grows up, I'm afraid she will complain..."

"The nickname is Nezha... the big name... let's call it Yuan'an..."

Yuan'an, which means Yuan'an, deep in Wu Ling's heart, in fact, he is always looking forward to that the person in the distance can be safe and sound...

The Mongolian concubine naturally didn't understand the meaning, but the name sounded really nice: "Yuan'an, Yuan'an, it's such a nice name, if it weren't for the profound culture of the Central Plains, haha~" Said, Mongolia The concubine also reached out and touched the child's face, and yelled loudly: "Yuan'an~Yuan'an~Xiao Yuan'an~I am your Yijiyu~"

Seeing the concubine Mongolia like her little Yuanan, Wu Ling also smiled happily.

This day, Wu Ling really worked too hard, Huadian's abilities were exhausted by her, and it may take a long time to recover, these are nothing... What Wu Ling is most concerned about now is the situation of the fourth master. She knew that when Si Ye's letters were all fake in the past two years, Wu Ling began to feel uneasy, always feeling that something big was about to happen...

(End of this chapter)