Zhang Tingxin scratched the hairline at the back of his head and visited the royal family every day, especially the emperor's health. Sometimes the emperor was overindulged and his body was weak. For example, the night after Fang Jin'er brought the baby home, the emperor was too much.
The next day, his pulse broke, but he didn’t dare to tell the king to get some rest. In short, he was under great pressure and hair loss was common.
The concubines were all eager to hold their son, but no one could control this matter. He couldn't do anything, "I can't tell from my belly. I said at that time that it might be the emperor's son, 50% to 50%, and the other 45% to the emperor."
Where is the princess? Because you said you prefer eating sour foods."
Duanmufu clutched the corner of the quilt tightly, his lips were pale.
"It's a princess." Xia Ranshuang's originally expectant expression suddenly faded, and she said quietly for a long time: "It took me a long time! It took a lot of effort, but the result! She almost lost the saint and caused big trouble to the royal family! Fu'er! You.
..well!"
The Queen Mother, the Queen Mother, sounded quite disappointed.
Zhang Tingying's diagnosis: "The child is too big, has severe tears, and the uterus is severely damaged and prolapsed. I am afraid that I will have difficulty conceiving for the rest of my life. I need to rest for a long time."
Xia Ranshuang felt uncomfortable, "It will be difficult to get pregnant for life?!"
How is this possible! How can Heng'er not have a son! No, Heng'er already has a son. Chang Lin!
The Queen Mother suddenly turned around and asked Wen Jin among the concubines: "How is Chang Lin's chickenpox? Has the fever gone away?"
Wen Jin was quite surprised to be called out suddenly, "The fever has not gone away, and the child is unconscious."
"!" Duanmu Fu fell out of favor with the Queen Mother. At least the Queen Mother was disappointed when it came to childbirth.
She had just given birth and suffered from lifelong infertility. The Queen Mother even asked about Wen Jin's son's condition in front of her. A woman's heart is fragile and sensitive after giving birth, especially in front of the Emperor, the Queen Mother, and the concubines in the harem. Dozens of pairs of eyes gave birth to a single head.
The oversized fat princess, her neck turned red with embarrassment.
The news that she was pregnant with the prince had spread throughout the harem, but now she suddenly gave birth to a daughter. She couldn't accept the gap!
Especially Wen Jin, who actually came here to show off her power with her crippled son in her arms! She lived in the middle palace, gave birth to a son, and was pregnant with an unattractive one, which whetted the appetite of the emperor! She knew how to give birth to a child for the royal family.
, shamelessly charming, giving birth to a bunch of concubines!
"Your Majesty." Xi Gong pulled the emperor's sleeves and said weakly: "Look at our daughter, please give her a name!"
Fu Jingheng pulled out his sleeves coolly and gave a faint smile without knowing what it meant, "We'll talk about it later. You're tired!"
Duanmufu's hands dropped weakly, her face turned pale. She looked at the emperor, but she saw that his face was cold, and he was not happy at all when he got the noble daughter. Could it be that she was just a pawn for him in a political marriage to stabilize the country?
When she gave birth to a child, he wasn't moved at all. She almost died in childbirth to give birth to his daughter. If she wasn't a saint, wouldn't he cherish her so much! He... was so cold-blooded! She wanted to kill her
He wanted to cut him into pieces!
Duanmufu's mood collapsed. She had just given birth to a child, and she really couldn't bear the indifference of her husband and the cold eyes of her mother-in-law. What was the point of spending so much time and effort! Was it necessary to give birth to a son? Did she want to
Does dying bring shame to the royal family because of the fall of the saint? Does she want to die?
The cry of the newborn baby girl rang out in the room. The baby girl weighed nine pounds and was considered a very large baby. Her fat and tender flesh swollen her little face so much that she couldn't even tell who she looked like. Her eyes were narrowed into a thin line because of her fatness, and they were black.
Her eyes are very much like those of her mother Duanmu Fu.
Duanmu Fu glanced at his daughter and resisted slapping her mouth. Why were you crying? No one liked her. It was so noisy!
Fu Jingheng felt uncomfortable in his heart, and felt a kind of inner resistance to the child Duanmu gave birth to. He didn't even take a look at it, and clenched his hands because he was not sure whether it was his own child. This Duanmu Fu was so cruel that even a puppy could
Damn, how can you have love for children?
"Yes, Your Majesty." Zhang Tingxin handed the newborn to Po Wen and asked Po Wen to help take care of it. After the baby was wrapped, he handed it to Duanmu Fu's arms for her to hold.
Duanmufu hugged his daughter and squeezed her hard without leaving any trace. The frightened child's cries became smaller.
Fu Jingheng, out of kindness for his own dragon species, ordered: "Zhang Tingxi, let others take care of this place. You go to Chang Lin to see a doctor. Mother, hold the child and let Xi Gong rest."
Wen Jin saw that Duanmu Fu had given birth, Brother Heng had his eldest daughter, and Chang Lin had a half-sister.
The child was born successfully, and the baby was safe. Wen Jin breathed a sigh of relief. When Zhang Tingxin came over, she quickly handed the child to Zhang Tingxin. She felt relieved a little, "Judge, the baby is silent at this time."
Come on. Please save Chang Lin. He was shaking just now, but now he is motionless. His little face is also purple."
Zhang Tingxin had a solemn expression on his face. He put the child on the soft couch, opened the blanket, and took a breath. "The child's breath is weak and he is unconscious. There is no other way but acupuncture."
Wen Jin saw Zhang Tingxin inserting the silver needle into Chang Lin's neck and shoulder, but Chang Lin was unconscious. His small body was leaning on the soft couch, his eyes closed and he was dying. He couldn't help but feel extremely worried.
Asked: "Is it still too late? Zhang Tingxin, you must save my child. Please."
Fu Jingheng saw that Chang Lin had fallen into a coma because he had received treatment late. He felt disgust for Duanmu's children and felt strong self-blame for Wen Jin's mother and son. He didn't know whether Wen Jin would have the idea of leaving again.
, he said he would not let her be wronged, but he broke his promise again in just two months.
Fu Jingheng said: "Old Mo."
"Yes." When Lao Mo heard the summons, he realized that the king had ordered him early in the morning, and he immediately fetched a bowl of water from the well in the West Palace courtyard.
Fu Jingheng pricked his finger with a silver needle from the medicine kit, and dropped a drop of blood into the bowl. Then he pricked Duanmu's daughter's finger and dropped a drop of blood into the bowl, dripping the blood to recognize her.
The two drops of blood merged quickly. The fact was in front of him and he couldn't let it go. However, he still felt that something was wrong in his heart. As if he had been cleverly blindfolded, he was challenged to that serious suspicion. He blamed Duanmu and said: "On weekdays,
If I had been less greedy, I wouldn't have had a difficult delivery, almost killed two people, and caused a catastrophe! Nine pounds!"
Duanmu Fu was so scolded by the emperor that her eyes were red. She had just tried her best to give birth to his child, but he thought she had eaten too much during pregnancy! She developed a strong hatred for Fu, and also developed a strong hatred for Wen Jin.
, she also hates the Queen Mother! The word "nine pounds" made her so ashamed that she wished she could die, "Your Majesty, I gave birth to a daughter for you! But you despise her for being heavy!"
"Yeah." Fu Jingheng responded lightly.
"Your Majesty! Because of me, you are regarded as the rightful master by the world!" Duanmufu felt like a knife was being cut in his heart. For such a ruthless and realistic man, this word "hmm" is so chilling, and he is trusting an inhumane person!
"It's because of me that you become the Queen of the West Palace!" Fu Jingheng said coldly: "Everyone gets what he needs. I don't owe you anything."
Duanmufu clenched his hands tightly.
Xia Ranshuang's attention was also attracted to Chang Lin, who had been stabbed with a silver needle by Zhang Tingxin. She told Duanmu Fu: "Have a good birth. I just had a difficult delivery. If something happened to you, Queen Mother Lou outside would spread rumors."
What, if your Majesty is criticized by others, I don’t know what to do to suppress public opinion! But your belly is not up to par! After you have taken care of it, you can work hard to have a second child."
"Yes. Your Majesty." Duanmufu hugged the daughter he gave birth to with all his strength, and his heart became more and more resentful towards Wen Jin who had given birth to a son.