When the child is born, I will give him a nice name. When he is one year old, I will help him walk step by step. When he is one year old, I will teach him to write and read. When he is older, we will drag him around the world.

, do you think it’s okay?”

".."

There was no answer, only a tear slipped quietly from the corner of his eye.

Ling Mulao fell asleep again, and Nangong Yi's warm and deep voice could be heard vaguely in his ears. The gentle feeling of holding it in the palm of his hand was very greedy.

She often dreams, but it is rare for her to have a beautiful dream, but this time when Ling Mulao fell asleep, she dreamed of the happiest thing in the world.

In the dream, the baby was born. Nangong Yi held their newly born child and smiled brightly. He asked her, "Wife, what will the child be named?"

When the child is one month old, he can already laugh and make noises. Although he is at an age where he should know nothing, he can still answer all kinds of weird questions from them.

On the day when Nangong Yi turned one year old, everyone celebrated together, but what was different from the past was that they did not hold a big banquet in the palace, but instead traveled happily among the mountains and rivers as a family of three.

When the child was just two years old, she had a big belly. Nangong Yi leaned against her belly and listened to the child's kicking. He smiled and asked her, do you think it would be good for us to have 12 children?

After hearing this, she couldn't laugh or cry. She put her hands on her hips and asked Nangong Yi if he thought she was a sow, but he said that it was a sow and that it belonged to Nangong Yi only.

..

Scenes of sweet happiness in the dream, if Ling Mulao could choose, she would never wake up, and not be separated from Nangong Yi and become a life and death.

However, when she gave up her will to wake up little by little as she dreamed, Nangong Yi, who was guarding her day and night, kept calling her.

The palace was busy and depressing. The imperial doctors were locked in the imperial hospital all day long, working day and night to develop various medicinal materials, and they were bound to find a detoxification formula.

And the gate of Yirao Palace has been broken down by doctors from all over the country who are interested in reputation. It's a pity that all of them came with confidence, but left in despair.

Two days passed, Feng Yan traveled long and hard at night, and finally invited Yi Luochen, Mrs. Mu from Quqi Villa, to take Ling Mulao's pulse.

Because Mu Qingye had always been grateful to Ling Mulao and Nangong Yi for saving his life and helping him reunite with Yi Luochen, he came with him when he heard that Ling Mulao had been poisoned.

Yiluochen is the only bloodline of the Bisu family, and his medical skills are extremely proficient. When he arrived at the palace, he took Ling Mulao's pulse without taking a moment's rest.

Nangong Yi frowned, "How?"

"Your Majesty, don't worry. Mu is not confident in others, but my wife's medical skills are quite good..." Mu Qingye said with relief, taking a sip of the freshly brewed tea.

However, before he finished speaking, he saw Yi Luochen standing up with a solemn expression and shaking his head, "It's a very strange poison. I have been practicing medicine for so many years, and I have never seen it in the medical records of the Bisu family."

Nangong Yi's face turned even paler, but he forced himself to calm down and asked: "What do you mean..."

".." Mu Qingye also held his breath and stepped forward to support Yiluochen who was tired from the journey.

Yi Luochen sighed, "Luo Chen has no choice but to seal the acupuncture points so that Concubine Rao will wake up temporarily, but this poison will only last one day. Your Majesty, please take care of it."

".."

Nangong Yi felt like five thunders were hitting his head, and the whole world was spinning.
Chapter completed!