"The young man's head has come out, please try harder, madam."
The tea bowl in her hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound, followed immediately by the sound of shouts and footsteps that made the old lady run in hastily.
It was so noisy that I couldn't hear it clearly, and I couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.
I didn't have time to think, I just instinctively listened to the instructions of the person next to me, exhaled and inhaled, gathered my strength, and involuntarily swallowed the ginseng soup that was fed to my mouth.
Finally, under the strong squeeze of others, his lower abdomen dropped, and with a cry, Lu Fenghe fell asleep again.
What you see when you open your eyes is a picture of hundreds of babies playing, every stitch and thread comes to life.
Lu Fenghe remembered that his bed curtain was obviously the auspicious cloud pattern that the concubine had just put on. When did he change it to this again? Do you still expect him to grow pearls?
It has been three years since I moved to the small Buddhist hall. On the first and fifteenth day of every month, I and the prince have a speechless and tasteless meal together. There are not many words to say. This style of bed curtain is indeed a bit out of place.
The picture of Baiying playing was shaking, and the bed curtain was slightly opened.
"Ah, madam, are you awake? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to get up?"
Lu Fenghe looked in disbelief at the fresh, beautiful and childish Bihe in front of him.
"Bihe?"
Bihe's eyes turned into crescent moons as he smiled, "It's my slave. Sister Cuizhi is guarding Brother Bao at Shanfu Hall. I want my slave to call her over."
Lu Fenghe frowned, Cuizhihe Bidu was still there?
When the eldest daughter got married, Bihe appointed her as a dowry mother, and the family followed Sister Zhen back to the south.
And Cuizhi, after accompanying her to the Buddhist hall, fell down and could not take another step down until she died.
Lu Fenghe took his hands out of the quilt, and what he saw was not the hands with wrinkled and ravaged skin curled with shriveled veins, but slender, graceful, smooth and clean hands with full, pink and shiny nails.
Bihe caught Lu Fenghe's brows frowning slightly and asked quickly: "Madam, are you feeling unwell? Do you need to call the doctor?"
Lu Fenghe moved slightly, feeling really uncomfortable, as if his whole body had been run over.
Bihe hurriedly took a step forward, pulled the bed curtains tightly, and stuffed Lu Fenghe's hands into the quilt, "Madam, if you can't bear it any longer, can't you see the wind now?"
"Is she the lady?" Lu Fenghe asked.
Lu Fenghe had two children in his life. Bihe said that Cuizhi was guarding Brother Ba, and the eldest daughter Zhen should be the newborn.
Although he knew it well, Lu Fenghe still wanted to confirm it again.
"It's a lady. They say that the eldest lady is lucky. Now she has a son and a daughter."
Sister Zhen, Sister Zhen was born on the fifth day of May in the 16th year of Yongping.
Lu Fenghe recalled the situation when Sister Zhen was born.
They say that giving birth is a journey through hell. Maybe that’s true. Sister Zhen had a fall and was born a few days prematurely. During the period, she suffered severe bleeding. She really stepped half way through hell.
This is probably true. She, a person who was supposed to drink Meng Po soup and cross the Naihe Bridge, was brought back by the half foot that had not entered the gate of hell.
Lu Fenghe was lost in thought when the door was gently pushed open again, "Bi He, are you awake?" This was Lu Fu's voice.
Lu Fenghe's eyes became moist again, and Qingling, the four of them had been with him for most of his life. Although they were his master and servant, they were very much like relatives.
"Wake up, Lu Fu comes in."
Lu Fu quietly walked to the bed without lifting the bed curtain, and asked Lu Fenghe through the bed curtain, "The lady is feeling better, should I call the doctor or medicine lady?"
After all, Lu Fenghe had just given birth and his energy was indeed not very good, and he didn't have much appetite for food, but he still needed to be reminded of some things quickly.
"Ask Fu'an to send a message to Piling, telling Qingling not to rush overland, but to take the waterway and bring me some special products."
Lufu is the oldest among the four, and the most thoughtful and steady in her work. She can usually do 100% of the things Lu Fenghe asks her to do.
Fu'an is the steward of Langjun Shen Nanxun's academy in the front yard. He is said to be a steward, but in fact he is in charge of the transfer of news between the Shen family in Kyoto and the military. Not only in the military, they have a special way of delivering news. As long as there are people, they will There is a way to deliver the message as quickly as possible.
Usually when he wanted to deliver letters and things to the Lu family in Piling, Lu Fenghe would directly ask his companion to go to the Lu family's shop. The business of the second family of the Lu family was spread all over the Yong Kingdom.
This shows that if you want to find Fu'an, you must send the news back as soon as possible.
Although Lu Fu couldn't understand, she still agreed, "I will go to the front yard to find Fu'an."
"Brother Bao, bring him back after dinner. There is no need to stay overnight at Shanfutang."
"yes."
"Everything has been arranged for the Dragon Boat Festival family banquet, so make sure nothing goes wrong."
Lufu responded, "Madam, you are so rested."
Bi He was outspoken and knew that Lu Fenghe would not like what he said, but he still whispered in a low voice, "Madam, just take care of yourself. I don't care whether their family dinner is good or not."
"Go ahead and do it, as long as Bihe is by your side."
"Yes." Lu Fu turned around to leave.
Lu Fenghe thought for a while and added, "Let Fu'an send the message to Lang Jun. There is no need to rush, everything will be fine."
"yes."
Lu Fenghe didn't think about Shen Nanxun at all, but she was still the eldest wife of the Shen family, so it was unjustifiable that she didn't care about her husband at all.
Lu Fu went out, and Bi He fed Lu Fenghe half a cup of warm water, "Madam, please bear with me, you can't have tea now."
After drinking the water, Lu Fenghe waved his hand and wanted to lie down.
Bihe helped her tuck in the quilt, carefully closed the bed curtains, found a rattan pouf and sat beside the bed, sewing while listening to the sounds and waiting for work.
Silence returned to the room, and Lu Fenghe recalled the situation before he gave birth.
Lu Fenghe remembered that he gave birth half a month early. After finishing the morning meal, he took care of the housework. After giving instructions about the Dragon Boat Festival dinner that day, he took his son, who was not yet three years old, to eat in the garden.
When I was going down the steps, I slipped. Although I was supported by Bihe, my stomach still hit the railing next to me.
Before the pain subsided, I heard the screams of Brother Go, who was running ahead and ran back when he heard the noise.
"Mom, you are bleeding, a lot of blood."
The clothes in late spring and early summer were already thin and could not cover any blood stains at all, and soon there was a pool of blood around my feet.
Fortunately, Lu Fenghe was well prepared and was immediately carried into the delivery room. The frightened Brother Ba was also sent to Mrs. Shen's house at Shanfu Hall.
Thinking of Brother Bao, Lu Fenghe's hands under the quilt couldn't help but clenched into fists. She was so good to Brother Bao, but she was raised by the old lady to be a person who couldn't carry her shoulders or lift her hands, and walked dogs and fought cocks all day long.
Brother Bao was sent to Shanfutang. The old lady kept Brother Bao that day, saying that Lu Fenghe was in a mess and could not take care of the children. After staying here, Brother Bao never returned to Tangchun Courtyard. , lived in Shanfutang until he was eight years old and moved to the front yard.
Lu Fenghe clenched his fists. If he tried it again, he would never be able to let Brother Bao leave his side. It would be fine if he failed in both civil and military affairs, but he still lost his life in vain.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Wuxi, historically known as Liangxi, Piling County, Changzhou Prefecture
The new book is delicate, I will pick it up when passing by.