Wen Xiaotu was stunned at once, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, shouldn't you put the preservation of the Emperor's heir first?" - In the royal family, even if the Queen is giving birth, she must give priority to keeping her young, not to mention that she is only a concubine.
Emperor Mingzhao's eyes were deep, and he stared at Atu's astonished eyes: "Because, in my mind, you are more important than the child."
Wen Xiaotu was dull. The emperor still had no heirs! Under such circumstances, he still regarded her as more important than his heirs. Doesn't this mean that the emperor was sincerely interested in her?!
At this moment, even if Wen Xiaotu is unwilling to admit it, he must admit it.
But when did the emperor fall in love with her?!
Wait, it seems that after he named her Zhaoyi, the emperor confessed his love to her! But at that time, she didn't take it seriously.
Ming Zhao said softly: "The baby in your belly has turned around, and the fetal position is now very positive. Even if you give birth prematurely, it will be a normal delivery." - Moreover, since the baby is small, it should be easier to give birth.
Wen Xiaotu had no time to continue to be surprised by the emperor's affection for her, but forcefully grabbed the bowl of medicine, "I don't want premature birth!" - In this era, the death rate of premature babies is extremely high! Even in the royal family, with this era
Even with the best medical conditions, she didn’t dare to gamble!
Ming Zhao was startled by A Tu's move. When he saw A Tu raising his head, he poured the medicine into his mouth. Ming Zhao didn't dare to go up and grab it. With such a big belly, if he did anything, he would definitely get pregnant!
"I will instruct the imperial doctor not to prescribe these medicines to you anymore!" Ming Zhao said with a straight face.
Wen Xiaotu held an empty bowl in her arms, her mouth full of bitterness. She stuck out her tongue, quickly grabbed a handful of candied fruit and stuffed it into her mouth, "Your Majesty, it is very dangerous for a child to be born prematurely. To be safe, it is better to carry it to full term.
It’s more secure.”
Mingzhao, don't look away. The child is safe. What about you, Atu?
Ming Zhao took a deep breath and said, "You don't have to say anything anymore. I didn't ask the imperial doctor to prescribe inducing labor medicine for you. I'm already a loving father!"
Wen Xiaotu’s black line: I thank you for being such a loving father! My son is really unlucky for eight lifetimes to have a father like you!
But the emperor was very stubborn. The emperor issued an order not to allow imperial doctors to prescribe anti-fetal drugs, and Wen Xiaotu really had no choice. Since there was a risk of premature birth, Wen Xiaotu did not dare to go to the gym. If he stretched his belly, it would not be effective.
If you take medicine, wouldn’t that mean you’re going to have a premature birth?
But he couldn't move, so Wen Xiaotu had to take a walk every day instead.
But soon, she couldn't even walk anymore!
Because it's cold and snowing.
The road was slippery in the snow, and people around her didn’t dare to let Empress Zhaoyi, who was pregnant with twins, go for a walk! Wen Xiaotu didn’t dare to go out either, because if she slipped, she would definitely give birth prematurely again!
Oh, how sad!
Especially with such a big belly, Wen Xiaotu could no longer see her own feet and needed help to walk. She could only pace back and forth in the heated Changyi Hall, like a donkey.
Fortunately, the people around her protected her tightly, and Wen Xiaotu herself was extra careful, so the child still stayed in her belly and grew wretchedly.
Seven months, eight months, nine months - Wen Xiaotu was terrified and kept praying that it would be full term.
Emperor Ming Zhao came to Changyi Palace more and more frequently. Every time he came, he would stare at her stomach and worry for a long time, as if he was complaining that the child was not born yet.
Wen Xiaotu joked: "Maybe it's because it feels too comfortable in my belly."
Ming Zhao glared at him bitterly, "You are still in the mood to joke!"
Wen Xiaotu could only smile and say: "Your Majesty, don't worry too much." - I gave birth to the child, not you. As the person concerned, I am not as nervous as you.
Ming Zhaofu said again: "I summoned Huiguan into the palace and asked him to caress your head and observe your fate once." - This Huiguan took so long to recover. Hmm, it must be a deliberate delay!
Wen Xiaotu was silent for a moment and said: "Your Majesty, there is no need for it. As the saying goes, it is a blessing, not a disaster, and disaster cannot be avoided." - In fact, she still does not believe in the art of observing fate with a discerning eye.
Mingzhao frowned: "Atu, don't make trouble." - I just had to drink the bowl of anti-fetal medicine before, but this time I have to let Hui watch clearly what will happen on the day of delivery!
Wen Xiaotu said: "The concubine is not making trouble. Even if Master Huiguan can really see clearly the concubine's future fate, so what? He can't change her fate." If the emperor does not believe in these feudal superstitions, he will simply follow them.
Ming Zhao was startled, yes, even if he could see clearly this time, so what?
Wen Xiaotu added: "Besides, the way the master vomits blood is so scary. Does the emperor want my concubine to be frightened again?" - She is not far away from giving birth now, and pregnant women cannot withstand being frightened.
Ming Zhao frowned, could it be that Hui Guan had anticipated this, so he kept delaying it?
This dead monk!
"I know!" Ming Zhao's face turned gloomy.
Wen Xiaotu had no choice but to step forward and hold the emperor's tightly clenched fist, and said softly: "The emperor has made the most comprehensive arrangements for the concubine. The concubine and the child will be safe."
After all, who is going to give birth? Why does she, a pregnant woman, have to comfort others?!
Looking at the soft pair covering his fist, Mingzhao finally slowly let go of his hand. He took a deep breath and gently held Atu in his arms, "Don't be afraid, I will always be by your side."
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Wen Xiaotu suddenly had mixed feelings in her heart. Although she didn't know that the emperor would like her, she was sure that she didn't like the emperor at all.
Um, I'm a little sorry.
However, Wen Xiaotu didn't have much extra time to worry about the emperor, as her belly alone was enough to worry about.
These days, the harem is also tense. Xin Ruozhi checks the cases that are sent to her palace again and again, fearing that there are any mistakes. Everyone around her is also worried, even the mutton-fat jade is carried away.
Please don't come near her.
No one in the harem dared to cause trouble. Even the Queen Mother fasted and chanted the Buddha's name. From time to time, Grandma Baitan came to visit and delivered various tonics. Her midwife and imperial doctor were called to Qian'an Palace or Yi Nian every now and then.
The palace asked her, in short, her belly was the most precious thing in the palace, so nothing could go wrong.
On such days, the twelfth lunar month finally entered.
That morning, Wen Xiaotu ate Laba porridge that had just come out of the pot. It was soft, glutinous, sweet and delicious. She ate three bowls of it in one go.
Then she felt a little pain in her stomach.
Calm down, it's just the beginning, don't be in a hurry, eat first and then talk.
Wen Xiaotu sped up his eating speed and ate about two adults' meals. Then he went to the toilet, and his stomach pain suddenly stopped.
Wen Xiaotu hurriedly called for hot water. He didn't dare to take a bath at the moment. He only asked someone to scrub him. After all, after giving birth, he couldn't even think about taking a bath for a month.
After scrubbing, my stomach hurt even more. This was the second wave. Although there was no need to rush, after all, I was pregnant with twins, so she calmly said to Hongguo: "Help me go to the delivery room."