Let me be a concubine? I turned to someone else's arms

Luo Qin secretly glanced at her husband beside her and saw that he seemed to have anticipated everything. Thinking that reinforcements would be arriving soon, she gradually felt relieved.

It would be best if the war ended and the world was at peace, then she could live a peaceful life.

Xie Jun raised his hand, placed it on Luo Qin's round belly, and chuckled: "The child didn't bother you, did he?"

"Fortunately, I've been pretty good today."

It was only now that Luo Qin realized that fetal movement would also cause pain to the mother, especially when the baby was older and the mother was thinner. When the fetus occasionally kicked his spine, the pain was so severe that Luo Qin wanted to pull him out and beat him up.

Xie Yun watched his wife's belly grow bigger and bigger. Her belly was very thin and the baby would occasionally kick and hit it, which made him terrified.

As the weather got hotter, his wife's appetite became worse, and Xie Yun became even more worried.

I wish there was some magic that could alleviate Qingqing's pain and let her eat well.

The birth is in two months, so just be patient.

The midwife in the mansion is on call at all times and lives next door to Lily Garden.

The couple chatted, and Luo Qin asked him: "It's a boy, have you thought of a name?"

After Luo Ji confirmed that Luo Qin was pregnant with a boy, the Xie family was overjoyed when they found out.

Taifu Xie was even more enthusiastic about giving his eldest grandson a good name, but it is not known whether he has thought of one yet.

Speaking of this, Xie Yun touched his nose and said, "Father wants to give me a big name, so let's give me a nickname."

Nickname?

For a moment, all Luo Qin could think of was what people in later generations said about people being easy to raise with humble names, such as Tiezhu, Tieniu, Ergou, etc.

Thinking of this, Luo Qin couldn't help but laugh, causing Xie Yun to look at her, "Have you thought it through?"

Luo Qin shook his head, "No, you think about it."

Xie Yun smiled and said, "Then let's call it 'Eternal Slave'."

Luo Qin: "......"

Luo Qin fell silent, glanced at her husband, and said faintly: "Immortality? Isn't it a bit rustic..."

The "Nu" in the child's name is actually a kind of affectionate name given to him by his elders.

"Earth? What does that mean?" Xie Yun was puzzled.

“It’s just not very elegant.”

"How is this indecent?" Xie Yun was even more puzzled. "My son, the eldest grandson of the Xie family, has been destined to be extraordinary since he was born into your womb. He will have a bright future and a high position in the government. This is the hope of his grandparents. As his father, I only hope that he can be healthy and free from illness and disaster for the rest of his life, and grow up safely in this chaotic world."

The infant mortality rate is too high in this era. Xie Yun hopes that the child can grow up safely and have a worry-free life.

Yes, longevity, doesn’t it just mean hoping that he grows up healthy and has a long life?

Luo Qin touched her belly, her eyes were gentle, "Okay then, let's call it 'Eternal Slave'."

My dear baby, your mother and I don’t really hope that you will live forever. We just hope that you can be safe and happy in this life, and that everything goes well for you, and that you die of old age.

Luo Qin looked gentle as she stroked her belly gently again and again. Xie Jun also looked at his pregnant wife with a smile as bright as spring water on his face.

In July, there was a shortage of supplies in Jiankang City and people were becoming increasingly anxious.

At this moment, Su Ji died.

The death was very strange.

He said that he felt he had trapped Jiankang and won a great victory, so he was so happy that he drank several bowls of wine, then started to act crazy while drunk and ran to the Jin army camp to show off his power.

As a result, he was drunk and lost control of himself, and was killed by several soldiers of the Jin army while he was drowsy.

Yes, it's so magical.

Or the kind where someone cuts him into pieces.