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Although He Xueming was pregnant for ten months and knew the hard work of a woman, she still didn't expect the situation to be so dangerous. She didn't know how many sheets she had torn up, and even her voice was hoarse, but the child in her womb was still not born smoothly. She already felt consciousness break away from her body, and the only thing that sustained the last bit of strength was determination.

He Mobin's wife Lu has been serving in Changhe Palace for more than ten days, and He Furong was afraid that his daughter would give birth to something messy for the first time, so he prepared everything early, but he didn't expect that everything would not go well in the end. Lu is a simple woman, and she is okay with the housekeeper, but when she encounters such a big scene, she loses her bearings. After several stable women vaguely revealed the news of dystocia, this unassertive woman almost fainted in horror, and she was reminded to report to the house.

Lingbo Palace's Yu Guifei Xiao naturally got the news, since He Xueming was pregnant, she has always been obsessed, but she didn't behave too badly on her face. She doesn't want to be as shallow as the late queen, since she is the sixth palace of power, she has to show her belly, so whenever He Xueming sends someone to ask for a gift, she treats her with courtesy, and even the emperor has repeatedly praised her strength. However, the Xiao family and the He family are still rivals after all, and now that she hears that He Xueming has a difficult birth, how can she have the reason for misfortune. After sending away the unsuccessful subordinates, she and Rouping's master and servant were happy.

Most of the concubines in the harem are also afraid of the He family's power, and they usually make friends with He Xueming on the surface, but there is no one who does not snicker behind her back at the moment. The most arrogant is the Degui Concubine Lan clan, who almost didn't have a wine to celebrate, obviously glad that she didn't have a strong opponent to compete for the back position. This kind of ugliness naturally fell into the eyes of the pure concubine Wang who was secretly observing. Although her rank is not high, she can climb to the rank of concubine in the harem, and the mother is a little more expensive than her son. In addition, she is inseparable from her flattery, so she was the first among the concubines to go to Changhe Palace to say hello.

Wang casually exchanged a few words with Lu. He wiped away his tears pretendedly, as if he had a deep friendship with Concubine Hui He Xueming, and from time to time he pointed out the scene of his childbirth. After a few rounds, the honest Lu family has already regarded the lady next to him as his own, and he doesn't know how much to say about thanks.

Wang naturally has his own abacus. If He Xueming successfully survives this difficulty, the He family will naturally remember her benefits; If He Xueming dies and both mother and son die, maybe his move can attract the attention of the family, you must know that his son is much younger than the twelve princes, and he is undoubtedly the best candidate as a puppet. Even if it is the emperor, for the sake of her actions, he may be gracious. Now that the wind is gone, everything for her has to rely on herself.

While flattering and comforting, she observed the movements around. After a while, she saw Luan driving far away towards this side. Busy giving the chattering Lu Shi next to him a look. Seeing that the young grandmother of the He family still had a wooden face, the Wang family couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart, but he made a big move in his hand. Pulled her to meet her.

The emperor only glanced at the two girls who were kneeling on the ground to greet them, and then hurried towards the palace, muttering incessantly in his heart. In any case, the mother and the child must keep one. Otherwise, the disappointed He family may not make any trouble. What happened to Concubine Yu and Concubine Xiao must not happen again, otherwise there will be more troubles in the already unstable court situation and harem.

When he arrived at the door of the main hall, the emperor saw Shen Ruhai, the doctor, looking at the door with his head probed, his face was full of anxiety, and his heart was immediately tight. He didn't bother to say much, so he directly ordered the guards to drag the old man out, and then asked, "How is Concubine Hui now, hasn't the child moved yet?" ”

Shen Ruhai thought about salute at this time, but he didn't expect to be pulled up by the emperor before he knelt down. "When have you been making such a false ceremony, tell me quickly, what's going on?" Impatience was written on the emperor's face. Shen Ruhai didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly presented everything he knew. Seeing that the emperor's brows were furrowed deeper and deeper, there was almost no thunder and anger, and Shen Ruhai, who was standing on one side, couldn't help but feel a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

"What do those stable women say? Is there no way to do it? Despite suppressing the anger that was about to erupt, the Emperor's voice raised a little, "These are all royal people, and I usually have countless silver coins to support them, and I don't have any idea at all!" I only know how much I can boast about, it's all rice buckets! ”

The two or three stable women who had just come out of the inner hall were suddenly stunned, they had not delivered the noblewomen of the princes and ministers for a day or two, and the chances of encountering dystocia were rare, so it was the first time that they were facing the emperor's anger, and they couldn't help but fall to their knees and meet again and again. The emperor couldn't see such a pus-filled appearance the most, and he couldn't stop his anger when he saw it, when a delicate voice suddenly came from behind him.

"The emperor is angry, Concubine Hui is still waiting to give birth in the inner hall, and I ask the emperor to relax first and let these stable women go to serve. The concubine thinks that the auspicious people have their own natural appearance, and Concubine Hui accumulates virtue and does good deeds on weekdays, and when she is peaceful, she will be blessed, and she will never be fine. Wang spoke without fear, and his calm voice suddenly sounded like a clear spring, calming everyone's restless hearts.

Only then did the emperor notice Wang, and he was angry, but he felt that her words could not be faulted, so he had to wave his hand and order those people to go in and serve. Shen Ruhai also brought a few imperial doctors to wait at the door, just in case there was any emergency. Since the preparations were already made over there, the emperor couldn't help but stare at the Wang family a few times. Although this woman gave birth to a prince for him, there are 3,000 beauties in the harem, and there is a peerless national color like Yu Guifei Xiao, so the Wang family is not very outstanding, but he has a unique style on the couch, and he can't imagine that he can have such insight.

However, the emperor didn't have time to think about it, the current situation was extremely delicate, if there was anything in case of the people inside, then his intention to send He Furong out of the capital would be completely frustrated. While thinking about it, Wang Hai hurriedly rushed forward to report: "Your Majesty, Lord He heard about Concubine Hui's mother, and he is waiting outside the palace!" ”

After all, he still came, and the emperor sighed in his heart, but he had to reply helplessly: "You go and announce my oracle and let him in, and you don't have to follow the rules at this time." He glanced back at Wang and motioned for her to retreat first. As for the Lu family, who was cowering beside him, the emperor didn't bother to look at it. The He family is also a family, how could he marry such a daughter-in-law who does not understand the world, it is really unseemly.

Before He Furong arrived at Changhe Palace, the emperor heard a loud baby cry, and his face suddenly relaxed. As long as the child is saved, Presumably He Furong will not have too many complaints, after all, a woman's birth is the weakest time, and there is no other way if there is anything. A stable woman walked out of the inner hall with her swaddling clothes in her arms with a smile, just looking at her face, the emperor was completely relieved, and it was no big deal to dare to love He Xueming, it was really a false alarm.

"Slave and maid, congratulations to the emperor, congratulations to the emperor." The steady woman hurriedly turned around and saluted, "Concubine Hui gave birth to a beautiful little princess!" ”

Princess? These two words suddenly made everyone stunned, and even the emperor stayed in place, as if he didn't see the swaddling clothes handed over by Wen Po. I don't know why, although there are many concubines in the emperor's harem, most of them are princes, but there are very few princesses, and even one died at birth. The existing princess is only Feng Fanjing, the eldest daughter of Princess Jinfeng Shuning, and there is no more beside her. The emperor took the swaddling clothes with a complicated face, and carefully looked at his second daughter, but he was extremely relieved in his heart. God finally didn't add another son to himself, compared to those sons who only know housework, it is more worry-free to be a daughter, but He Furong is about to be disappointed. In a happy mood, the emperor couldn't help but use his fingers to flick his daughter's pink cheeks, "The guy Bu didn't appreciate it, and he couldn't stand it twice, so he cried loudly, and the earth-shattering cry was actually louder than that of the boy, which opened the eyes of everyone present."

"Concubine Hui gave birth to a daughter?" Feng Wuxian almost couldn't believe his ears, although the emperor was old, Concubine Chun also added a prince to him four years ago, and there was only one princess among the existing children, which made people subconsciously rule out the possibility that He Xueming would give birth to a princess. "This is a strange thing, I'm afraid He Furong will be greatly disappointed." Since it was none of his business, Feng Wuxian naturally had a laughing mood, thinking that his mother must also be gloating in the palace, he felt a good time Chen Lingcheng did not speak, his fingers unconsciously knocked on the table, and it took a while before he spoke:

"The emperor is already extraordinarily gracious, and the child who was born was promoted to Princess Ning'an, which is the first title among princesses, and it is extremely noble, and it can be regarded as a comfort to the He family. What's more, even if He Xueming has nothing, as long as He Fu is on the throne, the twelve princes who have lost their mothers since childhood can still bear their knees after all, and the He family still has the capital to compete. ”

This was said thoroughly, and Feng Wuxian immediately thought of the deep meaning. Now it is not worrying that there is no prince to assist, as long as the He family is willing, it is not difficult to find a puppet, and even the thirteenth prince who is only four years old may not be a good choice. In this way, the last uncertainty in the palace has disappeared, and the next thing is the real fight. It's just that if Uncle and He Furong knew about their father's next move, I wonder how they would feel? Feng Wuxian sneered, thinking of the key mentioned by his father, but he was disturbed by the birth of the little princess, and the matter had to be delayed for a few more days.

Chen Lingcheng sighed, the small golden cylinder and the few of them pondered for a long time, but they still couldn't do it. If they wanted to open it, they would have to remove the mud, and they didn't dare to touch it at all. As for the emperor's body, it was even more fruitless, after all, even the imperial doctor could not everyone know about it, his previous actions had already taken a great risk, and it was impossible to concoct the same method every time. Since ancient times, he somehow remembered this sentence, and glanced at the ambitious Feng Wuxian again, and couldn't help but fall into contemplation. Lingyun Zhiwei Without a Trace Volume 6 Xiao Wall Chapter 32 Production