Meng Xilan tried her best to endure the pain, gritted her teeth and didn't shout, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

She looked at him pleadingly, she didn't want him here.

Zhou Youchen reached out and gently touched her face, and straightened her sideburns and scattered wet hair, he nodded heavily and said, "I'm outside, don't be afraid." ”

Meng Xilan nodded, and the corners of her lips tugged at the corners of her lips with a vague smile, extremely weak.

Zhou Youchen's legs were as heavy as if they had been filled with lead, and every step was full of hesitation.

When he walked outside, he looked at the imperial doctors and palace maids kneeling all over the ground, and said in a deep voice: "If the queen has something, all of you ...... All of them were to be buried with them. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a miserable cry was heard from inside.

It was Meng Xilan's cry, weak and sharp, revealing endless pain.

Zhou Youchen's face turned pale in an instant, and he secretly clenched his fists to suppress his urge to rush in again.

Jiao Changqing got up slowly and said, "Please allow the emperor to check the pulse of the mother's hanging line." ”

He is also determined to die today, if something happens to Meng Xilan, even if he doesn't die, he will have an uneasy conscience in this life.

Zhou Youchen nodded in acquiescence.

The thin silk thread was tied to Meng Xilan's wrist at one end and held in Jiao Changqing's hand at the other.

Meng Xilan grabbed the quilt tightly with both hands, and the grandmothers kneeling at the end of the bed grabbed her legs one by one, pressed down hard, and whispered: "Niangniang, bear with me." ”

While speaking, an old woman rolled up her cuffs high and pushed Meng Xilan's stomach hard, all the way down.

Meng Xilan screamed in pain, she felt as if her body was about to be torn apart, every piece of flesh, every bone, every blood vessel in her body was all tangled together, and it became tighter and tighter, strangling her throat and suffocating her.

Her consciousness gradually began to drift, and she became more and more unable to see the people and objects in front of her, and the painful memories were still so clear, clear and piercing.

In a trance, an uneasy exclamation sounded in her ears: "It's not good, Niangniang has seen blood." ”

The figure in front of her swayed, and she could hear Zhulu crying and commanding, "Hot water, more hot water." ”

Soon, Meng Xilan smelled a thick smell of blood. It must have been her blood.

When the blood was brought out, it looked very eye-catching. Zhou Youchen stared straight at the scarlet water, and his amber eyes were gradually dyed red.

In the first half hour, Meng Xilan's shouting never stopped. Then, her shouts began to become staccato and quieter. In the end, only a vague moan remained.

Bowls of decoction were sent in one after another, however, Meng Xilan couldn't drink it anymore, and her whole body had fallen into a state of fainting, and she didn't even have the strength to speak.

Seeing this, the grandmothers knew that it was not good.

If Meng Xilan fainted, she would not be able to continue giving birth.

Jiao Changqing had to give Meng Xilan an injection immediately, although the delivery room was taboo, he couldn't care so much.

Meng Xilan lay on the bed with her eyes half-open, weak, and didn't even have the strength to move her fingers.

When she came back to her senses, the only thing she felt was pain.

Her eyes were black, she couldn't see clearly, and her ears rumbled as if they were blocked.

She felt as if the bones in her body were about to crack, and the joints were cracking little by little, and the process was slow and painful.

This kind of torment lasted intermittently for a long time.

Meng Xilan fainted several times and was awake several times. She began to hallucinate, and all the past was piled up in front of her eyes, chaotic and complicated, and she had no clue.

She even wondered if she was dying...... When consciousness is gradually lost, even fear becomes nothing, and everything is like lingering smoke, blurred and unreal.

After nightfall, the hall was still brightly lit, Zhou Youchen's eyes were half-drooping, he stroked his forehead with one hand, and kept rubbing his temples, comparing his strength with one effort.

He didn't know how long he would have to wait, and what would happen to the news he had finally received?

Suddenly, Jiao Changqing came out of the room, his face was very ugly, and he bowed forward and replied: "Your Majesty, Niangniang has just woken up, and her situation is very bad." ”

Meng Xilan lost too much blood, her qi was weak and weak, and if she continued like this, she would die of excessive blood loss in less than half an hour.

Zhou Youchen raised his eyes to look at him, his slightly reddened eyes revealed a terrifying light: "Don't talk such nonsense with me!" ”

Hearing this, Jiao Changqing knelt down, lowered his head and asked, "What if...... The minister still has to ask the emperor, in times of crisis, is it to protect the mother or the child? ”

Zhou Youchen's eyes widened, and the hidden anger made his expression a little distorted.

Jiao Changqing knew that this was a dilemma, extremely difficult and extremely cruel.

"If the emperor is a babysitter, the child will not be born safely. If the emperor wants to keep the child, the minister must cut the mother's belly with his own hands when he has no choice but to do so......"

Jiao Changqing has been practicing medicine for ten years and has never said such terrible words.

He once cut off a sick person's hand with his own hands, only to have to cut it because the poisonous sores on his hand were festering. But he never thought of disemboweling a person in his lifetime. And this person is still the person he cares about the most!

After Zhou Youchen heard this, he couldn't help but break Jiao Changqing's neck with his own hands. But he couldn't do that, because he was the only one who could save Meng Xilan's life.

If Meng Xilan can't give birth to the child before dawn, then something will happen to her and the child.

Meng Xilan will die of excessive blood loss, and the child in her womb will die of suffocation, both of which are tragic.

"I don't want to choose, I want them all to live." Zhou Youchen gritted his teeth and said this.

Jiao Changqing's face sank, and he was silent for a moment before returning to the inner room.

Meng Xilan's breath was weak, and she was only one step away from the dark dream.

She struggled to convince herself not to sleep.

Suddenly, a faint voice came from his ear: "Niangniang, the minister doesn't want to end Niangniang's life personally." So, the mother must ...... Give birth to the child yourself. ”

Meng Xilan subconsciously nodded slightly when she heard this.

Jiao Changqing lowered his eyelids and silently stepped aside.

He's going to wait, wait until the last minute.

Meng Xilan was powerless to speak, and the little strength she had left, all accumulated together.

The grandmothers continued to urge her to exert herself, but Meng Xilan couldn't feel whether she was exerting herself anymore, she could only imagine that she was exerting herself.

The fetus in Meng Xilan's womb was not in the right position, and the mothers could not see the child's head, so they could only look for the child's feet.

The pain gradually returned.

The grandmothers suddenly burst out in surprise, "Niangniang is soon, it's fast." ”

She thought she was numb from the pain, unconscious. However, along with the feeling of labor pain, she faintly felt that something was leaving her body......

With everyone's exclamations, Meng Xilan looked sideways and saw a bloody baby in her grandmother's hands.

He was so small, as small as a curled kitten.

"...... It's a boy......" Zhulu saw it clearly, kneeling on the ground and crying with joy.

Meng Xilan was powerless to rejoice, she couldn't see the child's face clearly, because his face was covered with blood.

He didn't cry, he just stayed there silently.

Seeing that the child did not cry, the mothers panicked again, and they grabbed him by the ankles, turned him upside down, and slapped his ass hard.

Meng Xilan was distressed when she saw it, and stretched out her hand tremblingly, but was gently held by Zhulu.

The palace maids who came up blocked her view, and she could not see her children.

The grandmothers slapped the child's body vigorously, and finally, the arms in their hands reacted.

He snorted softly twice, and then began to cry, though weakly, but he was crying.

A layer of white mist rose in Meng Xilan's eyes, and she heard the child's cry and also heard the cry of Zhulu. But soon, she couldn't hear anything.

It is difficult to feed a child born before term.

The mothers carefully cleaned the blood from the child's body, then wrapped him tightly and sent him out.

Zhou Youchen's ears were very sensitive, and he heard the cry, and his heart was pounding, as if he couldn't wait to jump out of his throat.

"Your Majesty, Niangniang gave birth to a little prince."

Zhou Youchen hesitated a little, and he walked over slowly step by step.

He looked down at the little man in the swaddling clothes, he was ugly, ugly, his skin was wrinkled, and he had a faint bluish purple.

Zhou Youchen was stunned, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the child, but he didn't dare to move.

He was too small and too fragile for him to touch.

The old lady said gently: "Don't worry, the emperor, newborn children are like this." ”

Zhou Youchen reacted a little before asking, "What about Lan'er?" ”

The old lady turned sideways slightly, gave up her position, and bowed her head silently.

Zhou Youchen walked to the room with heavy steps, and he saw Meng Xilan, who was unconscious, and also saw bloodstained sheets and bedding.

He walked to Meng Xilan's bedside, his mind was blank, she looked so weak, pale, and dying, it was almost like she was dead.

Zhou Youchen slowly stretched out his hand, he wanted to touch her hair, but he temporarily changed his mind.

He probed her breath with his fingers, and he was checking her breathing.

Thankfully, she's still alive.

However, because of the blood loss, her whole body was pale, white like a piece of paper.

Zhou Youchen suddenly felt that his legs were weak, he knelt directly beside Meng Xilan's bed, grabbed her hand, gently pressed his cheek, and called her softly: "Lan'er, wake up." ”

Meng Xilan remained motionless, as if she was asleep, and the last thing she answered him was only shallow breathing.

Jiao Changqing stood a few steps away and said to Zhou Youchen's back: "Your Majesty, Niangniang has lost too much blood and her heart is weak, so it may be difficult to wake up." ”

If she can survive tonight safely, then things may have a silver lining.