Dong Jingyi stepped up the steps of Changchun Palace, the night was as cool as water, and the red moon was in the sky. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was already spring, but the wind in the air was as tight as a gust, with a steep chill, and it whistled low through the cracks in the doors and windows.

Everyone felt that this celestial phenomenon was different.

The entire Changchun Palace was brightly lit, the palace people were in and out in an orderly manner, and several imperial doctors were already waiting in front of the palace.

The queen no longer welcomes him to go back, so he can only go back to the hospital. Although he is good at detoxification, after all, pregnant women and children are still relatively mature in orthodox medical skills, so he has no intention of interfering, but Yang Ziming repeatedly asked him to take care of Tang Meiren.

Tang Meiren got up from the pain in the morning, and it was twelve hours, but the child was still not born. Tang Meiren was already weak, and now if she tosses like this, I am afraid that she will not have the strength to give birth to the child in the end.

He greeted those imperial doctors, almost all of them had heavy faces, they seemed to be planning to use the proliferative medicine, but it really didn't work, I am afraid it was the medicine of the tiger and wolf.

Dong Jingyi said calmly on the side: "The longer the fetus is in the body, the smaller the vitality, and in the end, it really can't be done, so you can only take the child by caesarean section." All the imperial doctors were slightly stunned and looked at him together. If the child is taken by disembowelment, the child will surely survive and the mother will die. Although these words were the last resort, Dong Jingyi dared to say them.

Dong Jingyi walked up to the current highest-ranking envoy of the Tai Hospital, and said in a low voice: "Lord Liu, I think that's a prince." ”

Although this sentence was whispered, the doctors around him could hear it clearly.

Lord Liu's face was shocked, and he looked at him: "Are you serious? "Although the people in the Tai Hospital don't like Dong Jingyi's uncertain temperament, his medical skills do find a different way, and there are things they can't match. Dong Jingyi's expression was calm: "I am willing to gamble with my official position." What's more......" His gaze swept around: "If I am in charge of the knife myself, I may be able to save Tang Meiren's life." ”

The imperial doctors glanced at each other, if it was really a prince, it would be more expensive than ten Tang beauties, and Tang beauties would have to take out the child whether they were alive or dead.

But there has never been a precedent for a doctor to take a child.

Imperial Physician Liu glanced Dong Jingyi up and down, and finally gritted his teeth: "I'll go see Your Majesty." He grabbed Dong Jingyi's arm: "My net worth and life and the honor and disgrace of the Tai Hospital will all be handed over to you." ”

Dong Jingyi bowed: "I will not disgrace my life." ”

Tang Meiren was lying on the soft silk quilt, her face was already pale, and she didn't even have the strength to shout. The midwife next to her wiped her sweat and told her over and over again that she must never sleep. This is different from the pain of poisoning before, if she had been in pain for a long time before, she would have fainted. But the pain was one after another, until she was in extreme pain, and she had to stay awake.

It's like watching a saw blade sawing at her, endlessly, endlessly.

Dong Jingyi walked in, carrying the medicine box on his back, and brought a cool breeze outside the house. The door was closed again, and the air became dull and oppressive.

He came to Tang Meiren's side, took out a few bottles of medicine from the medicine box, and placed them on the bed. He took out a small, sharp knife and rested it on a clean handkerchief......

His movements are graceful and slow, but they make the hearts of those around him tremble.

Tang Meiren's original expectant gaze was also frightened by this posture.

Dong Jingyi lowered her body and said in her ear: "Niangniang, Your Majesty has made it clear that if there is a case, you can only keep the little prince first." ”

Hearing this, Tang Meiren gasped violently, her hands clenched into fists, and her nails stuck into the flesh. Dong Jingyi continued: "Niangniang can't be reborn, the minister can only take the child by caesarean section, and Niangniang will also lose her fragrance." But it's not easy for the minister to pity Niangniang, and he wants to save Niangniang's life, but this method is extremely risky......"

He turned the bottle in his hand: "Is Niangniang willing to be a body for the ministers to raise Gu." ”

Jiacheng, the ancient house of the Qiao family, is quiet and peaceful, and it seems that everyone is living a paradise-like life.

It was in the evening, Liu Niang was sitting on the edge of the bed and reading letters to the queen's mother, most of which were sent by the prince in the palace, telling some about the recent situation in the palace. The queen mother sat there and listened quietly, and after listening, she would say a few words very calmly, and let Liu Niang reply.

The queen is now in a state of sometimes sober and sometimes confused.

After she came to her senses, she naturally remembered what she had done, but she didn't mention it anymore, but said to Liu Niang and Aunt Lian with great emotion: "It's also very good here." ”

The queen began to eat vegetarian, chanting scriptures, and copying Buddhist scriptures, as if she was dying. As if she had let go of everything, she became gentle and quiet again, and every day except for praying for the princess and the prince, she sat there and watched the sunrise and sunset, and the clouds rolled up.

When she is confused, she will have a five-stone scattered drug seizure, and she will forget what she did and said when she was awake - she lost her temper, lost her heart, and self-harmed.

Halfway through Liu Niang's reading, a blue and white porcelain pot resting on the Buddha table suddenly vibrated as if something inside had broken out of its shell. Liu Niang was stunned for a moment, counted the hours, and stepped forward to lift the lid and take a look.

Behind her, the queen asked suspiciously, "What is that?" Seeing Liu Niang closing the lid expressionlessly, she returned to her and said softly, "It's nothing." ”

Aunt Lian heard the movement and walked into the house, glanced at Liu Niang, and didn't say anything.

In the middle of the night, Aunt Lian walked lightly into the queen's house and came to the Buddha's case. She took out the handkerchief she was wrapped in her arms, threw a small, bloody, humanoid thing into the pot, and whispered, "Good ......." ”

There seemed to be something in the pot, and it hissed, and Aunt Lian closed the lid to block out the sound. Then move the pot to the dark compartment behind the Buddha statue and place it.

The windows were not opened, but a gust of wind blew and extinguished the candles burning in the house.

The delivery room was separated by a huge curtain, with Dong Jingyi and the lying Tang beauty on one side, and the midwife and palace people waiting nervously on the other.

Dong Jingyi was holding a little baby with blood on his hands, but the midwives and palace maids were hiding behind the curtain far away, trembling with fear, and they didn't have the courage to open it to see, as if Dong Jingyi was some kind of vicious monster.

Naturally, Dong Jingyi, who cut Tang Meiren open with a knife with a cold face, was splashed everywhere with blood, and now he was covered with blood, standing in a pool of blood, not much different from the monster.

He didn't count on those palace people, pulled the small blanket on the side of the bed, wrapped the baby, cut the umbilical cord, and then walked to the curtain and handed the baby to them, looking tired: "It's a prince." The midwife's eyes lit up, and the palace people immediately took action around the little prince, and after a while they heard a bright cry of a baby.

Before Dong Jingyi returned to the delivery bed, Tang Meiren was already dying and unconscious. The pill bottles on the top of the wooden table were empty, as if the contents had been taken out.

Dong Jingyi didn't care if Tang Meiren heard it or not, but just whispered in her ear: "Congratulations to Niangniang for giving birth to the prince." ”

The curtain next to it suddenly exclaimed, as if the palace people had seen something amazing.