After speaking, she pulled the brocade quilt.

The whole person was hidden in the brocade quilt with his head.

Ying Zhan looked at the woman childishly hiding in the quilt, and pursed her lips indifferently.

The next moment, the slender and powerful fingers grabbed the corner of the brocade quilt and lifted the brocade quilt mercilessly.

"You have, you are." He pulled her up.

The strength of the face is not as good as that of a man, and he was reluctantly picked up by him, just like carrying a little chicken.

After a while, the two of them were still like on the chaise longue.

This night, both of them were very restrained, taking care of the imperial heir in their stomachs.

The next morning, handsome men and beautiful women were sleeping in each other's arms.

Li Zhong's shrill voice came from outside: "Your Majesty, the Shifang Palace has come to pass the word, saying that the Shigui Concubine had a pain last night, and it was launched early this morning." ”

Hearing this report, both Qian Yan and the emperor opened their eyes.

Ying Zhan sat up, her right leg straight, her left leg bent on her knee, and looked out of the door through the bed tent, "Can you call the imperial doctor?" ”

Li Zhong: "It's called, even Wen Po has been called, it is estimated that she will give birth soon." ”

"I see." Ying Zhan casually sorted out her clothes, and glanced back at her face, "I don't have to go to the court today, just go and see, if you have nothing to do, you will rest again, and Concubine Wen will also go to Concubine Shi." ”

He let out a lazy "um", closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Concubine Wen went to the poetry concubine, which shows that the harem concubines don't have to be in the morning today.

Ying Zhan looked at the woman's lazy appearance, and couldn't help but possess it, and kissed her lightly on her smooth forehead.

Then he lifted the bed tent and lifted his feet to bed.

and high-fived slightly, let the palace maid and eunuch come in and wait for him to change clothes and wash, and left the pear hall.

By the time she got up, it was already three days old.

It was rare for her to sleep so comfortably, so she sat up and stretched lazily.

Aunt Qin and Xiaolian immediately hung the bed tent on the barb and waited for Tanyan to change clothes and wash.

Qian Yan helped Aunt Qin's hand out of bed, and asked casually, "Is the concubine Shigui born?" ”

"Not yet." Xiaolian put on clean clothes for Tanyan.

Tilting face: "What about the emperor, are you still waiting there?" ”

"That can't be." Xiaolian said: "The emperor sat in the hall of the poet concubine for an hour, and before the poet concubine was born, the emperor returned to the Longxuan Hall and summoned the minister to discuss political affairs. ”

That being said, if it is replaced by her own master's production, Xiaolian still hopes that the emperor can be a little patient.

Aunt Qin is the emperor's person, so she naturally speaks for the emperor.

"As an emperor, after all, the emperor still has the country and the society to take care of, so naturally it is impossible to sit there and wait all day, he can take a look at the poetry and concubine before she gives birth, it is already very good."

Xiaolian was shallow, and was brainwashed by Aunt Qin at once, "Also, those sons and brothers in the capital are idle and have nothing to do, and there are women in the back house who want to give birth, they don't care, they know that they are spending all day drinking outside." ”

After dressing up, I sat down in the hall and had breakfast.

On this day, although there was no morning province in the entire harem, almost all the concubines in each dormitory were paying attention to the Shifang Palace.

They are all looking forward to the princess giving birth to a princess.

Especially the concubines who have princes, they think even so.

Otherwise, according to the pleasing temperament of the noble concubine and the family background, if they give birth to a prince, they will have a strong competitor.

As for the face, I don't think it matters.

Whatever someone else gives birth to, that's someone else's business.

Anyway, there are so many princes in the harem, and there are not many poets and concubines.

If the poet's concubine gave birth to a princess, she would feel that the position of the eldest daughter was gone, and she would feel a little regretful.

However, under the attention of everyone, the poet concubine did not give birth to an imperial heir that day.

After Qian Yan found out, he felt that the emperor was right not to stick to it.

After all, it's useless to keep it, and the key is that you don't know when the noble concubine will give birth to the imperial heir.

In this ancient era when medical treatment was not developed, there was no extremely effective oxytocin, there was no caesarean section, and women gave birth according to their own physical fitness.

It is not uncommon for some women to give birth to their first child for a few days and nights.

Otherwise, what kind of ancient woman gave birth to a child, saying that it was a ghost door and went away.

It's Concubine Wen Guifei, who is in charge of the affairs of the harem.

Something like the production of Shi Guifei is a matter within Concubine Wen's share, and it is the top priority.

Yes, Concubine Wen has been guarding the Shifang Palace.

At noon the next day, the concubine had been in pain for a day and a night.

During this period, she slept in a daze for a while, and then woke up with analgesia.

The maid fed her some nutritious food.

I also put some ginseng slices into her mouth from time to time to maintain her strength.

At this moment, the noble concubine's always dignified face was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans.

Clothes and sheets were soaked.

The palace maid wiped it for her, and beads of sweat seeped through her delicate skin.

The head of the bed on the other side of the carved shelf bed has been removed.

The two stable women were waiting on that side, waiting for the emperor's heir to fall to the ground to deliver the baby.

One of the stable women operated professionally, and suddenly said in surprise: "Your concubine, you have opened ten fingers, and you can finally give birth!" ”

The poet concubine was tired for a day and a night, and she had long lost her spirit.

But when she heard Wen Po's voice, she still cheered up and worked hard there.

His mouth was even more painful and he shouted hoarsely,

"Ugh!"

"Hmm!"

"Ahh

With each sound, her face twisted together.

Wen Po: "Oh, don't scream, as soon as you scream, this strength will leak out of your mouth, you have to purse your lips and grit your teeth." ”

However, the poet concubine was in pain to death, where could she bear not to shout, and she couldn't listen to Wen Po's words.

Concubine Wen, who was waiting in the hall, heard Concubine Shi shouting again and again at this moment.

couldn't help but stop a palace maid who came out with a copper basin, "The poetry concubine is about to give birth?" ”

She couldn't stand it this morning, so she went back to Wenhua Hall to rest for a while.

At noon, she came back to wait after dinner.

If the poet concubine is not born today, she is really a little unbearable.

But even so, as the concubine in charge of the harem, she still has to set an example.

Moreover, if this poetic concubine is just a low-ranking concubine, she can ignore it and send a big palace maid to wait here.

But although this poetic concubine is not a concubine, she is also a concubine.

Concubine Wen just can't stand it, and she has to wait for Concubine Shi to give birth to the imperial heir.

After the incident, she had to reward the minions present, and then send people to the emperor, the queen mother, and the palaces to report the good news.

"Back to the concubine Niangniang, the midwife said that she opened ten fingers, it should be soon." After the palace maid finished speaking, she went out with the copper basin.

"Ah!!h There was another hysterical cry from the poet's concubine.

The voice was melodious and loud.

When Concubine Wen heard this, her brows furrowed.

Just by listening to that voice, she knew that the concubine had been in pain.

Still, she didn't feel any pain like that.

Because when she was still a prince, she had a pregnancy, but she accidentally had a miscarriage.

Since then, she has never conceived an heir.

For a while, she didn't know whether to be happy or unlucky.

Just when Concubine Wen was sad, a loud baby cry came from the inner room.

"Wow, wow, ......"

Hearing the baby's cry, Concubine Wen raised her eyebrows.

Even though she pointed her ears to listen, she still couldn't tell whether it was a prince or a princess.