Gao Ying and Lan Yiqing were guarding the door of the backyard. Seven or eight palace maids were going in and out of the room. Sometimes they remembered to take something, sometimes they forgot to take something. They were like a group of headless flies bumping around everywhere.
It was not their fault. They were a group of unmarried girls. How could they understand these things? Things happened too suddenly, so naturally they were messed up.
Wan'er and Gu Zhuting performed a special double act on the bowing field.
The person on the horse was Gu Zhuting. She could only act sixty or seventy percent like Wan'er, but it was enough to pass it off as real from a distance. There was a mezzanine in the oil cleaning car, which used the same design as the props used in the illusion show. It could make people make a visual mistake. Wan'er had hidden in the car in advance.
Gu Zhuting pretended to be injured when she fell off the horse. After she was helped into the carriage, the two of them joined hands to perform an exquisite "head swapping". Everyone saw that the body was Gu Zhuting's, while the head was Shangguan Wan 'er's. It was a seamless and flawless disguise. It was difficult for Gu Zhuting to master such a difficult illusion in a short period of time, but her Jiu Jitsu and escape skills made up for it.
But the space in the compartment of the carriage was limited. Wan'er already had a big belly, and she had spent too much time in there. She was already on the verge of giving birth, and this unavoidably affected the baby. The baby in her belly could not wait to come out.
Now the person who performed the magic skill to help her deliver the baby was Gu Zhuting. Gu Zhuting did not even have time to change her clothes before she rushed into the car. At this moment, she was sweating profusely.
Wan'er had a natural birth, so it was not as dangerous as Xiao Mang. However, when Gu Zhuting delivered Xiao Mang last time, it had nothing to do with the Yang family. She did not care about the life or death of the baby. She just tried her best.
This time was different. She was already a member of the Yang family. If something happened to the mother and the baby, it would be her fault. As the saying goes, care makes one confused. In addition, the weather in June was really hot. The sweat on Gu Zhuting's forehead was no less than that of Wan'er who was in labor.
Yang Fan and Zhang Changzong sat under the grape trellis in the courtyard. There was wine, yogurt, and sour plum soup on the table, but Yang Fan didn't touch a single mouthful.
In front of Zhang Changzong, Yang Fan could not show any special concern or worry, but his heart had already flown into the room. With every faint movement in the room, with every palace maid hurrying in and out, his heart would sometimes tighten and sometimes relax.
Zhang Changzong crossed his legs and used a pair of silver tongs to pick up two pieces of ice fish and threw them into the glass. He gently swirled the dark red grape wine and said: "We have finally passed this hurdle. Now Shangguan Waizhi is in labor. Once the child is born, there will be no more evidence for others to use against us."
Yang Fan took a deep look at the door and couldn't help but say what was in his heart, "I hope she and her son are safe."
Zhang Changzong waved his hand indifferently and said: "Although there is an old saying that women passing the hurdle of life and death when they give birth, it won't happen so coincidentally to Shangguan Waizhi, right? So many women give birth, and they are all safe and sound. Oh, right! Erlang, tell me, isn't this heaven's blessing us? "
Zhang Changzong suddenly slapped the stone table, his face full of excitement. Yang Fan didn't understand what he was talking about and asked with some surprise, "What did heaven bless us with?"
Zhang Changzong said with a smile, "Look, let them witness Shangguan Waizhi's injury with their own eyes. If Shangguan Waizhi can't make it through this hurdle and two lives are lost, we have to give an explanation to the outside right? At that time, we can use this excuse. Heh heh, falling and causing internal injuries. No one can find fault with this excuse, right? "
Although Wan 'er was not related to him in any way, how could she say such cold words? Yang Fan's heart was burning with worry. Hearing her say such shameless words was like cursing his wife and son to die early. Anger rose in his heart, and he clenched his fists. He forced himself to restrain himself, and then turned to look at the door.
Zhang Changzong felt that he had said something wrong, and seeing that Yang Fan didn't respond, he felt even more bored. He laughed dryly and changed the topic, saying: "I really didn't see that the Li family has someone like An Le. She is not simple. She actually thought of a way to trick me. This time I am safe and sound, but next, she will be in trouble."
Yang Fan said indifferently: "Because of Liulang's words, the Wu family lost a son and a daughter-in-law, and the Li family lost a son and a daughter. Now both the Wu and Li families see you as an enemy. Liulang, please don't cause more trouble."
Zhang Changzong laughed and raised his chin, saying proudly: "The hatred is already formed. Even if I am willing to let it go, will they be willing to let it go? The officialdom is different from the business world. In the business world, harmony brings wealth. In the officialdom, one must either not fight or fight mercilessly. Only when the opponent is completely defeated will there be no future trouble. "
Zhang Changzong glanced at the side of Yang Fan's figure and lowered his voice. He said meaningfully: "If you want to make friends in the officialdom, you must have a clear stand! An enemy is an enemy, a friend is a friend. If you are half-hearted and two-faced and want to have a foot in several boats, you will be the first to be killed in the end. "
The ice fish gradually melted in the wine. Zhang Changzong took a sip of wine and said slowly: "If two people want to duel, but there is someone in the crowd who has an unclear stand, he may stab you in the back at any time. But you don't know who he will stab. The two parties who want to determine the winner must first get rid of him. Isn't this reasonable?"
Yang Fan didn't expect that Zhang Changzong, who never had any political wisdom, would say such words today. Moreover, he was beating around the bush in an attempt to win him over. After being in the officialdom for a long time, even if one was imperceptibly influenced, one would still learn some things. The reason why Zhang Changzong said such words today was probably because the two of them had teamed up against Princess An Le today. Princess An Le was shouldering two families on her own. Behind her was the Li family and the Wu family, so she felt that there was a good chance to pull him over to her side.
Yang Fan thought: "Your metaphor is good. But, do you think that you are the one in the duel? Not anyone can go on this arena. Those who can go on the arena can only have the surname Wu or Li. You are the one who needs to be the first to be cleared out by the duel. "
Yang Fan didn't have the slightest response. He was thinking about how to answer Zhang Changzong's words when the door suddenly opened. Shu Xiaomiao stood at the door, panting. Her cheeks were as red as peaches, and her forehead was drenched in sweat. She stammered excitedly: "Born … born! Mother and daughter are safe! "
A loud and powerful cry of a baby accompanied Sapling's words drifted out of the room. Shu Xiaomiao's words were directed at Yang Fan. In this courtyard, besides Zhang Changzong, who didn't know that Yang Fan was the biological father of the child?
"Good! Good! "
As Yang Fan said this, he almost jumped up and let out a cheer. But as soon as his toes touched the ground, he suddenly remembered that Zhang Changzong was beside him, so he quickly restrained himself. He wanted to immediately rush into the room to see his woman and child, but as soon as he leaned forward, before he shot out like an arrow, he immediately thought of Zhang Changzong.
Any overly enthusiastic performance was inappropriate for him, and it didn't match his current position and identity. However, his excitement was already overflowing with words. His body first straightened, then leaned back, and it was already impossible for him to pretend to be calm. High Official Yang's quick-wittedness was on full display at this time. His body spun like a windmill, and he grabbed Zhang Changzong's hand.
Yang Fan tightly held Zhang Changzong's hand, and said excitedly: "That's great! The matter that the Saint entrusted to us has finally been completed. Hahaha, Liu Lang, do you feel relieved now? "
Zhang Changzong's mouth was full of tears, and he said with difficulty: "Let … let go! It hurts! It hurts! Let go! It hurts so much! "
When the two of them walked out of Wan 'er's residence, Yang Fan was in high spirits, and he said to Zhang Changzong in high spirits: "Today I went to Bi You Palace's banquet, but because of the fire, I didn't eat and drink well. Then I came to the island, and I'm covered in sweat. I'm going back to take a bath, and I'll invite Liu Lang to drink tonight. "
Zhang Changzong swung his fiery red palm, and said with a grimace: "Good! I also want to go back and take a bath. See you tonight. "
The two of them lived in Liu Xuntian's residence, one in the East Stride Courtyard, and the other in the West Stride Courtyard. Outside of Yang Fan's courtyard was the outer wall of Wan 'er's courtyard, which was about a hundred feet away. Yang Fan rushed back to his own courtyard, and without a moment's pause, he jumped over the wall. A moment later, he appeared in Wan 'er's bedroom, panting.
Although the bedroom was still messy, it had been cleaned up. Gu Zhuting stood in the room, looking at Yang Fan, and said with a smile: "Sister Wan 'er and her daughter are safe."
"En!"
Yang Fan opened his mouth to say something, but for a moment, he couldn't say anything. He just opened his arms, and tightly hugged Gu Zhuting, so hard that she almost couldn't breathe. Only then did he let go of her, and looked towards the bed. He saw Wan 'er lying on the bed, and her face was a little haggard, but she was smiling sweetly, and her smile was incomparably serene and contented.
Yang Fan walked over, sat down by the bed, and held her hand. Her hand was a little cold, and unusually soft. Gu Zhuting smiled, and walked out, and on the way, gently closed the barrier door.
Yang Fan stretched out his hand, and tenderly wiped Wan 'er's forehead. Someone had already wiped her face, but there was still a thin layer of sweat seeping out. Yang Fan completely wrapped her hands in his palms, and with a slight turn of his gaze, he saw the child in the swaddling clothes.
A flower lattice bundle wrapped around a small person, only half the size of a palm could be seen. The little one's eyes were closed, and she was sleeping very sweetly. She was on the bed, right inside Wan 'er's body. The two of them, one big and one small, intertwined into two warm currents, rippling in Yang Fan's heart.
Yang Fan's doting gaze lingered on the child's face for a long time, and then turned to Wan 'er. In a low voice, he said, "It's a daughter, our daughter. When she grows up, she will be as beautiful as you."
Wan 'er softly said, "Now it's as you wish."
Yang Fan chuckled before he quickly shut his mouth, fearing that he would wake his daughter up. He lowered his voice and softly asked, "How are you?"
Wan 'er gently rubbed her stomach, and quietly said, "My stomach is empty, but my heart is full."
The two of them looked at each other, and suddenly laughed at the same time. Smiling, they looked at the crystallization of their love.
After a long time, Wan 'er withdrew her soft gaze from her daughter's face, and said to Yang Fan, "Langjun, let's give our daughter a name."
Yang Fan gently stroked her cheek, and then slowly moved to the space between her eyebrows, and stroked the scar that had been drawn into a plum blossom, and quietly said, "Dai 'er, let's call her … Yang Dai' er!"
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