Wedge

In the winter moon, the sky is dark and there is fine snow in the air. The snow has been falling for several days. The roof, treetops, and the ground are covered with a layer of frost.

In a house in the southwest of Shuocheng, the lights were bright at this time, and big red lanterns were hung high in the corridor at the lin top, and a maid passed by from time to time.

In a small building in the middle of the house, a man with a beautiful hair in his thirties, with handsome facial features and a sky-blue gown, had an elegant atmosphere of books between his hands and feet, but at this time, he lost his usual warmth and was walking anxiously, asking the girl on the side from time to time.

A woman's scream came from the inner room, which made the man's face a little whiter. The tightly closed door was opened, and a woman brought out a basin of blood. Seeing that the middle-aged man could not afford to salute, she turned around and entered the room.

After a while, I only heard a long cry from the woman. The extremely painful cry made the man's heart tremble involutarily. When he shook his mind, he heard a loud baby crying. Then a smile appeared on the man's face and said, "Finally born." Then a girl came out with a baby wrapped in a small cloth and smiled at the man, "Congratulations, my lord, mother and daughter are safe. She is a beautiful daughter!"

The man grinned at the corners of his mouth, reached out and gently lifted the corner of the cloth bag. At a glance, he raised his voice and said, "Fu, reward."

The maid served with an uncontrollable smile on her face. The man listened to their auspicious words happily and walked into the inner room. The girl waiting next to him saw the man coming in and opened the curtain and smiled, "Madam, the master has come to see you."

**, a beautiful woman with slender eyebrows lifted her body slightly, and her face was still a little pale. After seeing the man, she raised her spirit and smiled, "Master... child..." There was a little worry on the woman's face.

The man smiled, took the girl in the woman's hand, bent down and kissed the woman's cheek, and whispered, "As long as it's Atang's child, whether it's a boy or a girl, I like it."

The woman finally put down her mind, gently raised the corners of her mouth, and slowly closed her eyes.

The man touched his wife's cheek sadly and whispered, "Atang, thank you for your hard work." With that, he looked at his daughter who was sleeping sweetly in his arms. He couldn't help but feel soft and smiled in a low voice: "Hope, daughter, the daughter is Dad's intimate little cotton-padded jacket~~" With that, he put the child next to the woman and took off his shoes. After going to bed, he hugged the woman who was still a little weak and was satisfied. With a sigh, he closed his eyes.