Seeing that Hua Qiao had made up her mind, Hu Yanjin didn't say anything, and pushed the wheelchair out.

Hua Qiao was a little sad, this decision was a bit reckless, and it might even make all their previous efforts in vain. However, she is also surnamed Zhu, she knows what she did to the concubines after the abolition, this child is the child of the Zhu family, and it is also Sun Rou's hope.

"Girl, the head of the house...... You're about to get married, you can't ignore the feelings of the head of the family......" Haiming was also a little puzzled, dropped a sentence, and chased after the head of the family.

Hua Qiao looked at their backs, looked at Haiming and Haiping, and carried the wheelchair to the carriage with Hu Yanjin, and she was a little stunned.

She turned around and said to Teng Zijun, "Let's go, go early and come back early." ”

Hua Qiao followed Teng Zijun and Liu Shibo away, and she didn't bring a girl with her. When passing through the intersection leading to Songzhuang, Hua Qiao's tears fell.

Entering the palace gate, the majestic palace appeared in front of her, all so familiar and so unfamiliar.

Xiao Gao died here, Jin Yi died here, his mother was wronged here for half his life, and his father died in vain here.

But she once danced with her mother in a North Korean skirt here, and also quietly treated her father here, and the short but warm family affection was so precious.

The buckwheat is wearing a short jacket with a red and dark flower collar, a moon-white horse face skirt, and the red trimmed skirt in the middle is embroidered with a butterfly dance and a hundred flowers, which trembles slightly with her footsteps, simple and elegant and smart.

She wore a veil on her face, which was not as useful as their masks, but the medicine lady in the palace used this, and it didn't look obtrusive.

The moment she walked into Wan'an Palace, Zhu Zhanji already recognized her.

She is the most special woman in the world.

Taiyi Liu's younger sister...... It turned out to be buckwheat?

Zhu Zhanji felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, no matter how ruthless he was to her, she always defended him. If it were any royal sister, even Jiaxing, she would not do it.

"Emperor Qi, Imperial Physician Liu's junior sister brought it." Teng Zijun was a little uneasy.

"Come on, it's been a long time......"

Zhu Zhanji was a little tired, and Sun Rou beside him held his hand.

Hua Qiao followed the palace maid to the side hall, there were two imperial doctors standing in the outer hall, waiting for the news in the inner hall, and there were also a few people standing in the inner hall, the stable woman, the doctor girl, and the palace maid, surrounded the Yin Cai girl who was moaning in pain.

The buckwheat sleeves were rolled up high, washed her hands, and came to touch the pregnant woman's belly.

The child is full-term, and there is no doubt that it is a horizontal fetus at first glance.

"Here are two medical girls." Hua Qiao's tone is reassuring, as if things are supposed to be like this, and nothing has ever gone wrong.

The medicine woman stepped forward and asked about the purpose of the buckwheat.

"You each cut a pulse, carefully taste the child's heartbeat, and if you can't touch it, tell me immediately. I'm going to...... Reach in and turn the child around, but I don't know if the umbilical cord is wrapped around the child's neck, so your confirmation is important. ”

The two medical women nodded hurriedly and knelt on both sides of the bed to check the pulse of the mother.

Hua Qiao's strength is that she knows the structure of the pelvis and uterus very well, and it is like an image appears in her mind, seeing that the child is frightened, bearing the pressure of the uterus on him.

She reached in and immediately touched the fetus's arm. In the direction of her shoulders, she began to slowly push the child.

But a medical woman immediately cried out:

"The child's pulse can't be felt!"

Hua Qiao stopped her hand, looked up and asked, "What about this?" "Beans Book City

The doctor girl was very nervous, rubbed her fingertips, and then pressed it carefully, and soon she nodded.

Hua Qiao has already concluded that the child's neck is wrapped with an umbilical cord, which is also the reason why the stable woman and the medical woman have turned the fetus for a month, and the effect is not great.

She closed her eyes to make the picture in her mind clearer, carefully recalling the visceral diagram drawn by Daddy, although it was not of much use, but it allowed her to think clearly.

Touching it from the outside, the child's head is not far from the exit, but because of the umbilical cord, it can't be moved.

"Big ...... Doctor, the pulse of the picker is disordered, as if ......"

Hua Qiao didn't have time to hesitate, she gritted her teeth, put her hand in again, and touched the ...... Neck!

She made a quick decision, holding up a little space with her hand, and quickly turned the fetus with her other hand, and the fetus's head came to the exit.

With a loud cry from Yin Cainu, the child's head was exposed.

The umbilical cord was cut, and the child also cried about his grievances "wow", with a loud voice and strong hands and feet.

Hua Qiao hugged the wet child, and her vision was blurred with excitement.

It's like watching the foal that has just landed, falling and getting up again and again, brave and stubborn.

"Take it to the emperor and Niangniang to congratulate you, it's the eldest prince."

Hua Qiao looked at Yin Cainu, and the rest of the matter, Wen Po did it very skillfully, and she didn't need her to interfere, so she slowly walked to the wall to wash her hands.

A palace maid came in, brought hot water and rose oil, and smiled at Hua Qiao:

"Girl, this is a mother's reward, let you moisten your hands."

When she wiped her hands and lowered her sleeves, there was only a little palace maid in the room who was guarding Yin Cainu.

She walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, took out her hand, and took her pulse again, and a tear fell from the corner of Yin Cainu's eye:

"Thank you girl for saving me and the child...... Although I can't see him, when I hear his voice, I know that he is a healthy child, and I don't know how ...... he looks."

"He looks like the emperor and is a beautiful child." Hua Qiao replied with a smile and put her hand back in the quilt.

"Like the emperor...... Like the emperor......"

Hua Qiao sighed, stood up and left the inner sanctum. Yin Cainu is fine now, but her future fate is not something that Hua Qiao can control, and she has no time to think about it.

Now, all she thinks about is leaving.

When she walked out of the door, she saw a few more brocade guards in the courtyard, and it was Zhang Yue who stood at the front with his hands in his hand.

But her eyes were attracted by the captain behind Zhang Yue, with thick eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight nose, the roughness of the northern people, and the delicacy of the southern Han people, blended on his face.

The man, with a shallow smile in his eyes, made Hua Qiao surprised and delighted, and couldn't wait to throw himself into his arms.

Where did he feel at ease to let her go back to the palace alone?

The first day of the first lunar month is the New Year's Day. Since the twenty-fourth sacrifice stove of the lunar month of the previous year, the palace dependents and ministers began to wear gourd scenery complements and python clothes. Each family steamed dim sum and stockpiled meat for the expenses of one or two days during the Spring Festival. At the end of the 30th year, they began to greet each other, which is called "farewell to the old year". Drink and munch and drum music to celebrate. Next to the door, the peach charm board, the general charcoal, paste the door god, and hang the god of fortune, the ghost judgment, Zhong Kui and other paintings indoors. On the bed, hang the eight treasures of gold and silver, the prayer wheel of the western fan, or weave yellow money like a dragon. The turret is planted with sesame stalks, and the cypress branches and firewood are burned in the courtyard, which is called "(fire education) year".

From the twilight of the year and the beginning of the New Year, they all wear "moths" on their heads, cut them out of black gold paper, and paint them with colors. Or use grass insects and butterflies to the head to respond to the festival scene. Some wear small gourds, which are only as big as peas, called "grass gold", and the two pieces are worth two or three taels of silver.

On the first and fifth days of the first month, burn incense and set off paper cannons, and throw the door bolt or wooden pole three times on the yard ground, which is called "falling dry gold".