The last time the queen gave birth to a daughter, it had a great impact on her master, so even Jiyue was not confident about the medical skills of the palace physician. Now the master is unconscious again and can't make up his mind, so he has the courage to do it privately
After requesting the order from the queen, he rushed outside the palace.
On the bed in the side hall of Changchun Palace, the maid in charge pulled up the red brocade quilt and boiled the water under Qu Ru's instructions. Wen Po said anxiously: "This Fujin hasn't woken up yet, what's the matter?" Rong'er saw the maid clumsy.
, couldn't bear his temper and went into battle himself, pinched Yutang Renzhong tightly, "Good Tang'er, wake up quickly, the child is still counting on you!"
"Ahem." Yutang gradually regained some consciousness, "Sister, it hurts..." Rong'er stroked her forehead and said gently like a mother: "Don't be afraid, sister is here, you listen to me
He said, don't think about anything now, just listen to Po Wen and give birth to the child, so that you and the child can survive the difficulties. Tang'er, you have to be stronger, for Fu Heng's sake and for your own sake."
She nodded laboriously, her lips turned white and her breathing was heavy. Rong'er shouted: "Quick! Get the ginseng slices for Fujin to hold! Yutang, you will get better, you will!" Po Wen cut it open.
The mother's skirt and mattress trembled slightly, "Amitabha, this is the first time I have delivered a seven-month-old fetus, Goddess Guanyin, please bless me!" Rong'er became even more frightened when he heard this, "You mother-in-law, hurry up!
If you delay Fujin, I can't spare you!"
"Yes! Yes! Please try your best, slave! Fujin takes a deep breath, exerts force...then relaxes! Push harder!"
Marquis Hongli was outside the compartment, his heart burning with fire and restless. He was even more anxious than when he was waiting for Yongxi to be born. Hearing Wen Po panic and say: "Your Majesty, before the entrance to Fujin Palace is opened, you are going to punish the slaves. Old Master
There's nothing I can do about it!" Seeing Yutang bleeding, Rong'er's eyes were sharp, as if he wanted to peel off the skin and bones of Wen Po, "What's the point of keeping mediocre people like you in the palace! Today, you must come up with something for me.
Come up with a way!" Hongli said angrily: "Zhang Weiyong! If you can't think of a way, I will kill you!"
The double pressure from the emperor and the empress forced Zhang Weiyong and Wen Po to secretly say together: "Now we can only use the method of burning moxa to induce birth!" Wen Po's face turned pale, "This has a great impact on the mother's nature, and her life may be in jeopardy at any time.
, how to do it!" Zhang Weiyong said angrily, "If we allow this to continue, it will be difficult for both mother and child to be saved! If we can save one, at least we still have a glimmer of hope!"
In order to inform the empress of the danger, the two of them used the method of inducing moxa. The strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine filled the delivery room, making Yutang more and more out of breath. She grabbed the quilt on the couch with both hands and was in unbearable pain.
Heng...you don't keep your word, I hate you..."
In the Yili military tent at this moment, Fu Heng suddenly woke up from his dream and sneezed several times. In the dream, he kept chasing his wife, and when he was about to touch the corner of her clothes, she suddenly disappeared again. He himself
She took out the Fei Se brocade bag from her arms and held it on her chest, "Tang'er, our child should be seven months old now. Don't worry, the war will be over soon. I will definitely go back to accompany you by then, and I won't leave you alone.
People suffer.”
Rong'er held her hand and comforted her: "Okay, when that kid comes back, sister will be the first to help you teach him a lesson!" Yutang felt her lower abdomen getting more cramped, as if it was about to tear. Wen Pofang said in surprise:
"Fu Jin, it's almost done! The old slave has already seen the young master! Work harder!" Yutang gasped in pain and still held on just for the sake of her child. Rong'er cheered on:
"It's almost done! Yutang, work harder, you are a great contributor to the Fucha family!"
Seeing the baby's head gradually coming out, Mrs. Wen finally breathed a sigh of relief. She finally had a glimmer of hope, "It's done! It's a young master, just smaller!" Rong'er happily stepped forward to wrap up the baby and patted it.
After being patted on the back, the little guy started crying, "Looking at his small stature, his voice is very loud. Xi'er's little husband-in-law, I've been waiting for you!" Hongli heard the voice outside, "Rong'er,
Come and take it out for me to see!"
"Why is the emperor so anxious? You should wipe the little guy's body first!"
Yutang was exhausted on the bed, but still smiled weakly, "Sister, child, show me..." Rong'er carried little Fu Heng to the bedside, and Yutang leaned on him and half hugged him, "You
He's so small. It's your mother's fault that made you suffer. Sister Rong, look at his wrinkled face, like a little old man!" Rong'er smiled and said, "I still dislike the child I gave birth to.
You have forgotten that when Xiao Xi'er was born, she had more wrinkles than this kid, but this baby still needs milk to make her look fat and ugly."
Wenpo picked up the little one and was about to take a bath. Yutang suddenly covered her belly and turned pale. Rong'er noticed something was wrong. He lifted up the brocade quilt and took a look. His face suddenly changed: "Someone is coming! Someone is coming quickly!"
Seeing the blood flowing out from Yutang's body, the accompanying maid hurriedly ran out of the delivery room and asked the imperial doctor for help, "Master Zhang, Fujin is in trouble. She has lost a lot of blood, and Po Wen's medicine can't stop it!"
Hongli grabbed Zhang Weiyong by the collar and asked, "What did you do?"
"Your Majesty, the situation in Fujin is critical, and I have no choice but to make this decision! Otherwise, it will be difficult for both of us to survive!"
Yutang: "Sister, I'm so cold. Is it okay?" Rong'er hugged her with tears in his eyes and covered her tightly with the quilt. "No, you and the child will be fine. You have gone through so many dangers."
I’ve survived this situation, and I’ll definitely be able to do it this time too!”
She shook her head: "In the past, when I treated terminally ill patients, I always said this, but... no one can return from the Yama Palace several times. Sister, if anything happens to me,
, you have to help me take good care of the child, protect him, and prevent him from being bullied... I don't want him to be like me. And... Fu Heng, let him marry a virtuous wife, unlike me, with a bad temper
this is not good···"
Rong'er stopped and said, "Don't say stupid things. We have agreed to be in-laws. If you dare to let go, you will pay for my jade pendant!"
After saying this, the man in his arms didn't answer for a long time. He just leaned quietly on Rong'er's shoulder, as if he was asleep.
When Hongli saw that the room gradually became quiet, worries and fears arose in his heart. He no longer cared about the alchemist's fallacy about the conflict between blood and men in the delivery room, and rushed in. All the maids in the room held their breaths and lowered their heads.
On the side, not daring to offend Long Yan, Wen Po even hugged the child and hid behind the screen, like holding her own amulet.
The little girl who used to call Hongli brother was lying quietly on the couch now, silently. Hongli seemed to have been evacuated and did not say a word. He wanted to touch the beauty's dark hair again, but he finally put his hand
I'm afraid she won't be willing to take it back. Ever since she returned to Beijing, she has always disliked touching her in the slightest. Sometimes even if she stood closer, she would hurriedly avoid it.