Chapter 243: Production is imminent
"Will that slut notice it? No, it can't be, she doesn't know anything, maybe she's just spying on me. ”
She muttered to herself, and covered her stomach again, her belly had begun to show her pregnancy for nearly three months, and she even felt that her belly was big.
Xiaoxiao came out of the corner and told her the gossip he had heard in the palace today.
"Miss, what I am most worried about now should be the child in the princess's womb, she is the princess, if she gives birth to a child, the concubine in the main house ......"
The rest of the words are not finished, and the consequences are self-evident.
Fu Rongxue gave birth to a boy, that is, the son of the inner family, who will inherit the throne in the future, where will she live at that time, not to mention that the child in the belly does not belong to Ye Huiming at all.
She took a deep breath, thought for a long time, and said fiercely: "Now go and find a similar pregnant woman, and take it to a hidden place to raise, if she gives birth to a boy, heh, then you can only blame her for her bad life."
Xiaoxiao instantly understood what she meant, this kind of thing is not often heard in the back house, the tanuki is replaced by the prince, but most of them are replaced by boys, and it is really rare to change to a girl.
But she still whispered, this matter is imminent, and people are hard to find, it is a chore.
She was reluctant to walk out with a sad face, and her actions did not escape Ah Liang's eyes.
Fu Rongxue put down the big stone in her heart, but because she was about to give birth, she put too much thought on her stomach, and He Huilan didn't send anyone over to watch.
Anyway, she's just pregnant, so it's early.
"Princess, put it down, you can't touch these." Summer came over with a stove and saw her holding a needle and thread, and her voice changed in tone with fright.
Fu Rongxue shrugged her shoulders and scolded her for making a fuss: "I just want to make a pair of shoes for the child, and it will be done soon, and nothing will happen."
She stretched her legs and gestured that she hadn't even stepped on the ground here.
"This is not a matter of going to the ground, you can't be tired now, it's too much to make shoes, you wait, the slave will ask someone to make it for you."
"Then how can you compare with what I did with my own hands, you can return it to me quickly." Fu Rongxue rushed forward, and in the summer, she was afraid that she would touch her stomach, so she could only come up with a killer idea.
"The slave just saw the prince coming here, if he sees you going to make shoes......"
Fu Rongxue immediately withdrew her arms and glared at her: "You are a dog, don't forget that you are my maid, if you make me unhappy, I will sell you directly."
She feigned anger, and Summer knew that she was pretending, and with a smile on her face, she took away the scissors and needles in front of her.
"Hehe, as long as you can produce safely, even if you are sold, it will be worth it."
She will never forget the day when her mother was so hungry, she died nine times, although she picked up a life, but she had hidden diseases on her body, the weather was slightly bad, some joint pain was unbearable, and the princess even prescribed medicine for her to recuperate.
It's rare that Fu Rongxue didn't insist, maybe Ye Huiming's name is very useful, these days the princess loves to ignore the princess, and the princess has nothing to do with her at the beginning, even if she has a cold face, she doesn't flinch, and in the end the princess begins to avoid him.
"Summer, summer, I don't feel right, you call the midwife over."
Fu Rongxue's face suddenly turned pale, and her belly, which had been faintly swollen and aching in the morning, completely attacked, and it was stronger than a while.
There was warm fluid flowing from under her body, and realizing that it might be the amniotic water that had broken, she was strong and calm and asked Summer to call someone.
On the surface, he is not afraid of danger, but the image of losing a child for the first time keeps flashing back in his mind, and the exact same feeling will not cause the same result.
She wasn't sure, worried that it wasn't the amniotic fluid that was bleeding, but the blood.
Ye Huiming, where are you? I can't usually rush away, but now I can't even see a figure!
may be a psychological effect, Fu Rongxue's first thought was Ye Huiming, but the empty side told her that he was not there.
Summer ran out to call someone, and the people rushed in and hurriedly helped her to the bed, all the sounds were infinitely amplified, and the noisy headache made her frown, and waved her hand to shut them up, and as soon as her arm was raised, she was grabbed by a big hand.
"Xue'er, the midwife will be here soon, you drink some water first."
The calm and familiar voice carried an inexplicable peace of mind, and the surroundings were quiet, as if he was the only one in the whole world. Not noisy, peaceful.
Sweat slid into the eyes, and suddenly it was sour, and the warm towel covered the face, taking away the impatience.
"Oh, you can't stay here, it's unlucky, go out quickly, wait outside for good news." The midwife was late, and she opened her voice to let Ye Huiming out.
He was calm on the surface, his brain was no longer able to judge what the midwife said, and he had been pushed outside by someone in his mind, and he stepped forward to stop him, and he was in a state of night and mingming, and he might scold and cry the midwife when he went in.
Ye Huiming closed her eyes and took a deep breath, clenched her fists and was about to break in, and finally stopped at the door.
The slightest cry of pain came out of the house, and he was forced to stand in place, staring at him in fear, ready to forcibly stop him at any time.
Fu Rongxue never thought that giving birth would hurt so much, as if she was going to tear her whole body in half, and the midwife looked at it and said leisurely: "Princess, the time has not yet come, you can bear with it."
After hearing this, her heart was like ashes, and the breath she had just held back immediately retracted, and it hurt even more.
"Why did you retract it again, hurry up, otherwise the child won't be born, and it's not my responsibility to have a difficult birth." The midwife snorted, and the anxious peach next to her rushed up and scolded quietly.
"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and see how the princess is."
The princess was in a coma in pain, and the midwife still said cool words,
The midwife glared at her waist and wanted to have a good theory with Peaches, isn't she just a little girl, she dared to pout in front of her, but she suddenly remembered the task on her body, and put away her posture.
Fu Rongxue was already delirious, and their quarrel made her even more uncomfortable.
"Don't argue, what about Ye Huiming?" She was weak to search, and the uneasiness caused by childbirth made her let go of the mustard.
The experienced summer came up: "The prince is guarding outside, don't be afraid, learn from me, take a deep breath."
Fu Rongxue saved their lives at the beginning, and now she should also be asked to contribute.
The stomach was hard, Fu Rongxue held it with both hands and recited silently in her heart, letting the child come out quickly, and at the same time there was a vague guidance in her ears, and she used her strength to let the child move down as much as possible.
I don't know how long it took, Fu Rongxue felt the water in front of her, tears and sweat were mixed together, and Peaches also wanted to cry, but she felt that crying was too unlucky, so she could only hold back her tears and keep wiping her sweat.
Seeing this, Fu Rongxue was much more relaxed.
"No matter how hard the princess tries, she can already see her head, and she will be able to come out soon." The midwife's voice suddenly rose up, and even Ye Huiming outside could hear it, and she unconsciously took two steps forward.
Subconsciously planted forward, only to find that his legs had long been numb, but fortunately You Wang helped him by the side.
He didn't have jokes, and even had the illusion of sympathy, after all, he wasn't much better in the first place.