Gong Yueyue naturally knows these things about Zhao. Moreover, she does not think that she will be the kind of lucky mother who can easily give birth to a child. In terms of the size of her belly and her current petite body, she We have already made the worst plan - if it doesn't work out, Fu Yun will take charge.
Although He Yong's wife came to Cangzhou, she saw the horrific scar on the belly of this former mother-in-law, which was really unsightly, but in order to survive, no one would care about it.
With these ideological and practical preparations, Gong Yueyue felt much calmer when the incident came. Wave after wave of sexual pain spewed from the inside out, forcing her to have to brace herself up. , gathering all the willpower of the whole body to resist.
No wonder her mother once told her that when she was born, if there was a well next to her, she would jump into it regardless of her own safety and be done with it.
No wonder her former female boss also said that if guns were not brought into the delivery room when giving birth, she would have shot herself without hesitation.
Gong Yueyue now understands their words more and more. "OH, FUCK, it hurts like hell!" She saved it for the birth of the baby in order to save energy. At this moment, she was reluctant to say a word, it was all in her belly. It was digested silently.
In the eyes of outsiders, her silence at this time seemed like she was strong or trying to be brave.
For example, Du Ruotong came running after hearing the news: "Yueyue, I'm here to accompany you." Miss Du thought she could hear the coward's howl from a few streets away, but even when she walked to the bedside, she couldn't. I heard Gong Yueyue making some noise. But when I saw her gnashing her teeth and grabbing the bed rail with her hands, I thought she was making things difficult for me again.
"If it hurts too much, just cry, just scream, don't bear it anymore." Miss Du said distressedly in her ear.
Gong Yueyue, on the other hand, just opened her eyes and looked at her, then closed her eyes tightly and silently returned to the state of fighting with herself.
After Wenpo was invited, she walked over to Gong Yueyue and checked. More and more people gathered around her, squeezing the not-so-spacious space in front of the bed.
"You guys, don't be so nervous." Po Wen had no choice but to issue an eviction order: "Stand at the door and give her some fresh air. The whole room is suffocated."
The women and girls then reluctantly left the house.
At this time, a large group of people were standing in the courtyard outside the door. The scene was similar to the formation of relatives and friends outside the delivery room of a tertiary hospital in the first century.
Naturally, all the servants of Zhao Mansion are here, and starting from today, they will have two new masters.
In addition, there are Zhao Changyuan’s colleagues, including He Yong and his wife, Pan Jingyuan and Yin Liang.
Not long after that, another person arrived, which surprised everyone. This person was Pan Zhuqing. Not to mention that he had recently become a famous figure in the Central Plains. Everyone knew about him. The scandal was enough to make his arrival seem particularly unexpected and bizarre.
Mrs. Liu was very protective of her son, so naturally she didn't like Pan Zhuqing. But no matter how upset she was because he was a guest, she still had to put on a show of hospitality on her face. "Master Pan is really thoughtful, and he still finds time in his busy schedule. Visit.”
"The younger generation has grown up with the Major General, and worked with the two of them. Now that everyone has left their hometown, they should take care of each other." After all, Pan Zhuqing came prepared, and his words were perfect, but in To those in the know, it sounds false and harsh.
Ms. Liu was aware of her straightforward nature. If she said a few more words to him, there was no guarantee that she wouldn't say something that would hurt the situation. She didn't look at Pan Zhuqing's monk face, but always looked at Pan Jingyuan's Buddha face. She managed to squeeze out a decent expression.
Smiling, he took Xiaomei and his personal nanny to the kitchen to prepare tea.
While the servants were busy, Mrs. Liu pulled Xiaomei aside and asked softly: "Xiaomei, are you and Miss Pan Zhuqing close to each other on weekdays?"
When Xiaomei heard this, her face turned pale: "Old madam, don't listen to outsiders' nonsense and rubbish on my young lady. From the beginning to the end, the young lady only pretends to be my uncle and no one else."
Mrs. Liu quickly gestured for her to lower her voice: "I know, why are you anxious? What I mean is, I would advise the young mistress not to associate with him in the future. The eldest son of the Pan family looks gloomy. Besides, what is the temper of the young master?
It’s not that you don’t know. You’re already a father, so you can’t let him get crazy anymore.”
Hunger strike, night attack on the Grand Master's Mansion, and injuries to court officials... Zhao Changyuan has really done a lot of misdeeds in the more than a year since he came here.
Xiaomei also mentally reviewed her "superior uncle" feat, nodded solemnly and said: "Xiaomei knows that she will pay close attention to the young lady in the future."
The arrival of Pan Zhuqing made the Zhao family feel uncomfortable. But at this time, when it comes to sadness, I'm afraid no one here can compare with him. No matter how inappropriate his feelings for Gong Yueyue are, he is indeed moved by his true feelings.
The terrible thing is that when it comes to feelings, he can neither pick up nor let go. To put it simply, it is difficult to like someone. Once you like someone, it is not so easy to let go. What is even worse is that - what you can't get is always
the best.
People around him were busy walking around, with excited expressions on their faces. Some were discussing who the child might look like more, and some were discussing the gender of the child... All of this, for Pan Zhuqing, was actually a kind of extreme.
Big stimulus.
Let the one you like give birth to children for you, let your parents enjoy the joy of family life, and let the people in your family welcome your little life with blessings... This seems to be such a blessing to find Zhao! Zhao Changyuan has it, He Yong already has it, and his younger brother Pan Jingyuan
Sooner or later, there will be one. Why doesn't he, Pan Zhuqing?
He is not a man with too high vision. He once sacrificed his yearning for love and married a so-called wife for the sake of the glory of his family and the emperor's will. What was the result?
Why is this happiness that everyone in Xun Zhao has, but for him, it is a luxury?
So even at this moment, no movement could be heard in the house, but Pan Zhuqing, standing in the courtyard, was still heartbroken and uneasy.
But he didn't regret coming here rashly today. If the heartache was so extreme that he could give up, just let the storm in his heart become more violent.
Xue Jiu's sudden appearance pressed the pause button on all his thoughts.
"Young Master, please take a moment to speak."
The subordinate's expression was somewhat panicked, so Pan Zhuqing did not dare to neglect him. He led him to a deserted corner and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
Xue Jiu leaned into his ear and said: "Someone attacked our prison. It seems that they were targeting the old guy named Qian."
Pan Zhuqing's face turned livid instantly: "Is there anything wrong?"
However, Xue Jiu did not disappoint him this time: "Fortunately, we strengthened our guards and did not let this group succeed. But..."
If he weren't still in the Zhao Mansion, Pan Zhuqing would have gone crazy: "But what? Say it in one breath."
Xue Jiu still leaned into his ear and whispered: "Some people say that the person taking the lead seems to be... Zhao Changyuan."
Mr. Qian is currently the thunder in Pan Zhuqing's hand, how can anyone else pull the lead? Let alone Zhao Changyuan! He, Pan Zhuqing, has never dared to look down on this pretty boy.
"Let's go and have a look." Without saying a word, he immediately took Xue Jiu to greet everyone and hurriedly left the Zhao Mansion.
His carriage had just turned out of the alley. On the other side of the road, several military horses roared towards the Zhao Mansion.
Po Wen had been here for so long, but she didn't hear Gong Yueyue snort. She didn't pay much attention to it at first, but as time passed by, she gradually felt that this girl's endurance was a little beyond what she had seen before.
Fu Yun still silently grabbed the handkerchief and kept wiping Gong Yueyue's sweat. Po Wen couldn't help but come to the bed and look at Gong Yueyue, and then advised her with half admiration and half worry: "Mrs. , if the pain is severe, just scream out loud, there is no need to hold it in like this."
Gong Yueyue tensed her body. As the pain in her stomach became more and more frequent, she forced herself to keep recalling the past, happy and unhappy, thrilling and exciting... hoping to numb her consciousness.
When she heard someone talking to her, she subconsciously opened her eyes and looked around. The first thing she saw was Po Wen with a kind face. The next second, a figure flashed in from the door. She looked intently and understood. She had just met this person in the morning, her acting husband Fang Zhiwen.
Po Wen looked back when she heard the footsteps and found that a young man had barged in. She quickly stopped her and said, "Hey, how could you come in?"
Fu Yun stepped forward and explained: "Grandma Hu, this... is her husband-in-law." Probably Zhao Xiong and his wife sent Fang Zhiwen in to stage a prenatal drama of husband and wife's affection, just to cover up others' eyes. Everyone knows that Zhao Changyuan loves his wife more than anything else. How could I let my wife suffer alone, while I stood waiting outside the door?
Gong Yueyue vaguely heard his soft inquiry, but she really didn't want to take the effort to open her eyes, so she replied with difficulty: "It doesn't hurt very much... you can go out... I'm fine."
After saying that, she felt his warm and rapid breath still blowing on her face at close range, without any intention of leaving. She said helplessly and funny: "I...I'm not...angry about what happened in the morning. ...I won't...deduct your salary. Let's go..." This money-lover probably thought that she was unhappy at the door of the house in the morning because he spoke too loudly and disturbed her sleep.
"I'm not going anywhere, I'm just going to be with you." His voice sounded trembling in her ears. Before she could think about it, her hand was suddenly tightly held by his rough big hand.
She suddenly opened her eyes, facing his close eyes and his face that was so enlarged that it filled her entire field of vision. The tenderness, anxiety and distress in his eyes gradually condensed into a crystal, smearing the already beautiful eye sockets. and eyelashes, dazzling the woman in labor.
This face was very familiar to her. Fang Zhiwen would hang out in front of her every day with this face. But at this moment, here, when she was in pain, it actually made her blood surge and her heart beat faster. She understood It was definitely not because the two of them were too close. It was because on this face, from the eyebrows and eyes to the corners of the nose and mouth, she saw the affection that completely belonged to her, the concentrated and deep affection. (To be continued)