The person who listened to this song the most was Yu Beiming. His heart trembled. His big hand holding the reins suddenly tightened, his finger bones protruding.
Accompanied by the singing, I walked forward faster and completely forgot what tiredness was.
The singing stopped, and the women in the carriage had not yet recovered.
Mo Xiaohuan glanced at them, feeling sad to the song in her heart, and suddenly one by one
"Uh..." Mo Xiaohuan held the carriage with one hand and stroked her belly with the other. The expression on her face was a little painful, "I... my belly..." She was about to give birth, she was about to give birth...
Hearing her words, the girls all came to their senses and all started to panic. Huanpei quickly stretched out his head and shouted, "Fufeng! Your Majesty!"
Weak Liu Fufeng and Yu Beiming, who heard her cry, quickly rode their horses to the carriage window. When they saw Mo Xiaohuan's somewhat painful expression, they knew what was going on, and Yu Beiming's heart was twitching.
stand up
Weak Liu Fufeng glanced at her belly. It was moving and she was about to give birth. He looked at Yu Beiming and said, "The nearest destination now is our drama village, so we can only speed up the pace to get there!"
Yu Beiming was concerned about Mo Xiaohuan and nodded, "Immediately send someone back to the imperial city to ask for a stable woman. Let the teams in front retreat to both sides and send Xiaohuan to the village first!"
Weak Liu Fufeng nodded, turned the horse's head and went to the front of the team. The team immediately withdrew from both sides, and the carriage immediately accelerated towards the stockade.
The bodyguards of Yubeiming scarf rushed back to the imperial city to invite Wen Po.
Lin Muxin looked at Mo Xiaohuan's painful expression, and her heart couldn't help but lift up. Xiaohuan was about to give birth, was it almost time for her too?
Lin Muxin's heart skipped a beat.
"Uh..." Mo Xiaohuan gritted her teeth, held onto the carriage with both hands, and endured the pain from her stomach.
There was a cracking sound.
"I... hurry up, my amniotic water has broken..." Mo Xiao shouted in pain
Seeing her like this, Huan Pei on the side clenched his heart, stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and encouraged her, "Hold on, it will be here soon, you will be fine, you must hold on!"
She also became afraid. Xiaohuan might have difficulties with this pregnancy, but no matter what, she had to endure it.
Mo Xiaohuan grabbed Huanpei's hand with one hand. Huanpei's hand was so painful that she didn't make a sound. She endured it.
Soon, the carriage stopped
Huan Pei and Lin Muxin were the first to get off the carriage, but Mo Xiaohuan was in too much pain to move. Yu Beiming got on the carriage and carried her out, then walked into his room and put her on the bed.
Mo Xiaohuan's clothes were soaked with sweat, and her face turned pale in pain. The hand holding Yu Beiming was also green and white, with the knuckles protruding.
"Xiao Huan, please bear with me. Po Wen will be here soon. Promise me that everything will be fine, okay?" Yu Beiming half-crouched beside the bed, stroking her sweat-dampened hair with one hand and helping her with the other.
Wiping away the sweat, the distress in the black eyes is deep and deep
Mo Xiaohuan bit her lower lip tightly with her teeth, and the little guy in her belly was turning constantly.
"I...I hurt..." Tears overflowed from her eyes
Yu Beiming lowered his head and kissed her tears gently, his whole heart aching because of her pain, "Xiao Huan, hold on, I'll be with you..."
Damn it! Then why hasn’t Po Wen come yet?
At this time, Huanpei came in. She asked Yu Beiming to go out to prevent him from getting more angry after seeing it. She accompanied Xiaohuan