Chapter 463: Exhausted

In the spring of the Qingge tribe, it is really not easy to catch a bright sunny day.

The rain stopped last night, and today the sun is shining, and the soil of the moon note is still wet and fresh, and the moon note after the rain is bright and translucent green, and the layer of tulle is removed, which is different and gorgeous.

With a firm belly, he swayed in the small courtyard of the bamboo building, walked slowly, looked melodious, bent down slightly, and stretched out his hand to play with the few abusive beauties who were beaten by the rain, red and eye-catching.

The faint light hit the side of the face, and the faint softness bloomed on the beautiful face, and the soft hair was tied up casually behind him, slightly yellow and shiny.

Mu Youchen leaned against the door frame and laughed, this continuous rainy day, I am afraid that she will be suffocated, but today I look at the spirit is very good.

"Mu Youchen, come here, look at this little worm, there is white hair on his body. ”

Listening to Mu Qianxun's childish surprise, Mu Youchen smiled dumbly, but the figure leaning on the door frame did not move at all, his eyes were obsessed, and he was a little stunned.

At first acquaintance, she was the age of a child, but she didn't seem to be able to touch her heartstrings with anything, and now, she is going to be a mother, but she is more and more like a child, so, it's good.

"Hey, I'll tell you......"

Mu Qianxun turned around suddenly, the light on his face suddenly disappeared, his eyes were dull, his expression was tense, and he stood in the sun, his face was slightly pale.

"What's wrong?"

Mu Youchen's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly strode and stood in front of Mu Qianxun, full of nervousness.

"Mu Youchen...... Just...... The little guy kicked me and my stomach was ...... Stomach aches, it seems to be ...... It seems to be ...... It's going to be born. ”

clenched Mu Youchen's sleeve tightly, his face was anxious and he was about to cry, and a layer of fine beads of sweat was already covered on his forehead, I don't know if it was urgent or painful.

The enemy is pressing, her life is hanging by a thread, she has never seen her so dazed and panicked, and even with it, Mu Youchen also panicked and stammered:

"I ...... I'm going to call Wen Po!"

"Don't go, I'm scared alone!"

The crying force grabbed Mu Youchen and refused to let go, his stiff figure didn't dare to move, and his whole body couldn't stop trembling.

"Wen Po! Wen Po! Ling Ze! Ye Chen! Go find the witch doctor!"

Pulling his throat and indiscriminately commanding, he hurriedly picked up Mu Qianxun and placed him back in the bamboo building.

Wen Po lives next door, and Mu Youchen's hoarse voice seems to have fallen, where does Wen Po dare to delay, and she will come quickly.

In the bamboo building, Wen Po was full of smiles, and there was no nervous look on the faces of Mu Qianxun, her hands, and the children who took out, countless children, this kind of scene was like a commonplace.

found a pillow for Mu Qianxun to lean on, Wen Po gently stroked her lower abdomen, and was about to untie Mu Qianxun's nepotism, Mu Qianxun subconsciously blocked it, and quickly withdrew it, and her pale face was dyed with a touch of crimson.

The skirt was removed, the quilt was covered from the neck to the soles of the feet, and a pair of rough palms were attached to Mu Qianxun's lower abdomen, and they were gently brushed down.

"Lord, let people boil some water, keep boiling, boil more water.

Lord, go out first, and the king of Khan will hand over the women of the people to serve, and if you give birth to a child, men can't keep it, don't let this filthy breath ......"

Wen Po babbled in a vain attempt to get rid of Mu Youchen, after all, historically, men were not allowed to enter this delivery room, and Mu Youchen was so conscious of it.

Mu Qianxun clutched the corner of his back, turned his head, and stared at Mu Youchen pitifully, with a bit of pleading, and his heart was pounding wildly.

Wen Po didn't finish speaking, but was coldly interrupted by Mu Youchen, and in her cold eyes, there was no room for negotiation:

"What filth! Looking for a child to give birth, this king will guard it! Do whatever you have to do, whatever this king does!"

Wen Po was stunned by Mu Youchen's eyes, and smiled reluctantly, fortunately, getting along with each other is not a day or two, and she more or less understands Mu Youchen's temperament, but she is indifferent and has no malice.

Mu Youchen ordered the matter of boiling water out, so he was engrossed in guarding in front of Mu Qianxun's collapse, clasping Mu Qianxun's palm, eager to hurt her.

Wen Po is helpless, just keep it, anyway, it won't affect anything, stay aside, and continue to hold Mu Qianxun's lower abdomen:

"King Khan, don't hold back, be lucky, be calmer, there are women here, King Khan will be fine.

The child is not yet in delivery, and it will take an hour, so don't be nervous. ”

Gentle reassurance, a smile on her old face, full of wrinkles, looking at the waves in her eyes, Mu Qianxun seemed to be really not as scared as Fang Cai.

According to the guidance of Wen Po, he relaxed a little bit, holding Mu Youchen's palm, feeling the faint temperature of his palm, and his lower abdomen, for a while, became more and more swollen and painful.

"Why aren't you born yet, wasn't Leng Hao very fast that time?"

Mu Youchen raised his eyes, there was no indifference in his eyes, only a blank anxiety, listening to Mu Qianxun's suppressed cry of pain, his whole heart was entangled.

"Don't worry, the speed is different from person to person, the physique of the Khan King is different, this is not the time to top the pain, it will be more painful when you are born, it doesn't matter. ”

Wen Po persuaded with good words, the color in her eyes became softer and softer, she saw a lot of noble people, they were ordinary people, and there were not many husbands who could treat their wives so attentively.

It is rare that a pampered prince is a real infatuated lover, and he knows how to feel sorry for his wife's husband, where can he be worse, and he can't help but feel relieved.

This person is old, and he has seen a lot of things, but he likes to sigh more and more, and when he saw the hot water brought in, he hurriedly soaked the handkerchief and wiped Mu Qianxun's sweat.

The lower abdomen was distended and painful, and it was worse than a while, and the palm holding Mu Youchen was almost numb, but it was getting tighter and tighter, frowning, and sweating like rain.

Listening to Mu Qianxun's increasingly aggravated cry of pain, Wen Po nodded, guiding Mu Qianxun's pair of jade legs to stand up.

The tossing and turning pain, the head swinging back and forth, the pain didn't even give her a chance to breathe, tears rolled in her eyes, but she was stopped by Wen Posheng, her strength was still reserved to give birth to a child, and she couldn't cry.

"Mu Youchen! Mu Youchen, I want to go to the toilet......"

The lower abdomen is heavy, and it seems that she can't hold it anymore, and she can't take care of it in front of Wen Po, not to mention, she can't keep her image for a long time.

"Don't you, King Khan, you're about to give birth, and you can't go to the toilet. ”

Wen Po held down Mu Qianxun's restless figure, her smiling face was full of seriousness, and Mu Qianxun lay back with a dead heart.

The pain all over my body couldn't help but convuls, covered in the quilt, and the basin of water that kept coming in the house, it was hot and uncomfortable, but the limbs collided, and the cold sweat was cold and oozing bones.

Wen Po kept soaking the veil, and the warm handkerchief wiped the sweat off her body, becoming cold, and wondering in her heart.

It's right to have cold sweat, but I've never met such an icy sweat, how cold this physique must be, but the cold body is to have a child, which is really strange.

Hurting and hurting, Mu Qianxun's whole person seemed to have collapsed, but the pain was getting louder and louder, but he didn't struggle to get up.

Yechen and Gu Mei'er, who were guarding outside the house, looked at each other, holding each other's arms, uneasy, they had never experienced childbirth, but just listening to it, they felt pain.

That pain, indescribable pain, Mu Qianxun only knew that she had never been so painful, arrow wounds, knife wounds, and even broken hand and tendon tendons in her previous life, she had never hurt so much.

turned his head sideways fiercely, and took a bite on Mu Youchen's wrist, and another strand came from the heart.

"Mu Youchen...... I peed ......."

Weak and weak, he looked at Mu Youchen in embarrassment, and the look in his eyes was a little sluggish.

"Oh, King Khan, it's about to give birth, it's not urine, it's the amniotic water that has broken. ”

The amniotic fluid soaked the mattress under him, Mu Qianxun shouted intermittently, holding Mu Youchen's hand, biting his lower lip, obeying Wen Po's instructions, hard, hard, hard.

It never reached noon, but tossed until dusk, when the slanting sun reflected on the bamboo house, and the people waiting outside the house were exhausted, until the hour of the day, when a cry came from the house.

Mu Qianxun was already tired and collapsed, and before she had time to look at the child, she fell asleep groggily, and let Wen Po carefully wipe the blood on her body, but she didn't move.

The child cried loudly, crying one after another, and she couldn't close her mouth steadily, and a touch of pride burned in her heart, what an honor it was to be able to deliver the baby for the tribal chief.

Mu Youchen finally withdrew his palm from Mu Qianxun's slender jade hand, the white palm was blue and black, and the pain couldn't be stretched for a while, looking at Mu Qianxun, his eyes were full of pity.

If she didn't hurt so much, how could she hold his hand desperately, and after suffering for a long time, he didn't want her to have a child anymore, how much suffering she suffered in order to have this child.

He staggered to his feet, wiped the sweat on his forehead, was a little embarrassed, and whispered to Wen Po:

"Is it a girl or a brat?"

"Congratulations to the prince, he is a little county king, he looks really handsome, the woman has delivered babies for so many years, and I have never seen such a handsome child. ”

From head to toe, Wen Po didn't stop laughing, and hurriedly hugged the child to Mu Youchen.

Mu Youchen's dull mood seems to have passed most of it, handsome, this stable woman is a good person, the child who has just been born, where can you see whether she is handsome or not.

More or less, a little frustrated, he wants a daughter, since he doesn't want Mu Qianxun to suffer another crime, isn't it that he has no daughter in his life.

poked his head out, and instantly his face was full of softness, and the haze on his face disappeared, like a child in surprise.

Sure enough, it is a child of his own family, but it is different, just one glance, I feel, how to look at it, how pleasing to the eye, very happy.

The newborn baby, with a rare fair complexion, is with them, and the water is tender and gratifying.

As if he was tired of crying, he no longer howled, and lay quietly in the arms of Wen Po, well-behaved and docile.

The hair was thick and scattered on his head, a small eye, opened a slit, and he couldn't see who he was looking at, and Mu Youchen could see the thin milk hair on his face clearly.

The name has already been given, Mu Qianxun said, if it is a son, it is called Mu Haoran, Haoran is like a breeze and a bright moon, I don't want him to be bound by the world, he can be happy and live casually.