Chu Peiyu took the tea, and there was a burst of warmth in his palm.

"Did the emperor say when he would come back?" A cold wind blew from outside the pillars, and the words of Ajian's question came into his ears.

Chu Peiyu took a sip of hot tea, and then shook his head, "The emperor hasn't sent a message back." In the month since he left Yanjing, only one piece of news has been sent back that Western Chu has divided the two cities and exchanged the corpse of the king of Western Chu County.

After that, Nangong Yan set up camp in those two cities, and there was no other news.

"But the queen mother is about to give birth, what can he do when he is not around?" Ah Jian twisted his fingers, and every organ on his face was worried about Yu Qiqi.

"If the emperor hasn't come back by then, you have to pay more attention." After all, he is a man, and he can only wait outside, and he can't get inside.

"I naturally have a heart, but the princess is always in a bad mood these days, maybe she is thinking about the emperor's return date, if the emperor doesn't come back by then, then how sad she is."

Ajian exhaled, and with a mist, leaned gloomily against the pillars.

"I believe that the emperor has his own considerations." Chu Peiyu clenched the teacup that had been emptied, and his words were full of meaning.

It was indeed a little strange for Nangong Yan to suddenly lead troops to attack Western Chu this time, but after following him for many years, Chu Peiyu knew that he didn't have the intention to leave Yu Qiqi, but he hadn't thought of the reason for this.

"My concubine's belly is like this, what consideration can I have?!" Ajian indignantly snatched the cup from his hand, walked into the hall in three or two steps, and closed the door.

Chu Peiyu stood in place, helplessly glancing at the closed door of the hall, her face changed faster than turning a book.

"Don't always embarrass General Chu."

Yu Qiqi was still leaning on the cushion, weaving delicate little tiger shoes in her hands, baking a charcoal brazier under her feet, and a warmth all around her body, she heard what Ah Jian said to Chu Peiyu.

"Princess, the slave didn't embarrass him, he has been by the emperor's side for so many years, he should always know what the emperor's temperament is, just protecting his master."

Ah Jian put the teacup away, and the words that came out of his mouth were still prickly.

"If he really knows, he won't hide it from us, but I'm afraid that this time he won't be able to guess the emperor's thoughts." Yu Qiqi lowered his head and muttered.

Ah Jian was stunned, not quite understanding the meaning of her words, "Then he won't avoid you, princess, right?" "The last time Nangong Yan came back, she thought he was weird.

"Maybe."

Her hand froze for a moment, and then continued to knit the little tiger shoe in her hand.

"Bah, it's the slave who said the wrong thing." Seeing that she was even more melancholy, Ah Jian hurriedly slapped her mouth.

"You can't stop with your mouth." Zhao Niang hated her and pestled her, Yu Qiqi's mind was not very good, and she was even more messed up by being messed up like this.

"I'll go over there and reflect."

Ah Jian hurriedly begged her for mercy, walked to the corner outside, and thought about it.

Yu Qiqi didn't pay attention to the two of them, but the hand that was knitting the little tiger shoes stopped, his eyes were hot, and a tear fell from his eyes.

Taking advantage of Zhao Niang's lack of attention, she hurriedly wiped away the tears in her eyes with her sleeves.

When she first learned that she was pregnant, she was indeed full of joy, but that joy was finally extinguished by Nangong Yan's attitude.

She thought that after he finished handling court affairs every day, he would come to her side and accompany her until the fetus in her womb landed safely.

But now, she couldn't even see him.

......

In the Yanjing camp tent in the city of Western Chu, Nangong Yan's eyes were slightly gloomy, and he was looking at the letter in his hand and was stunned, he had been here for a whole month.

Chu Peiyu told him that the imperial doctor said that Yu Qiqi would give birth in one month.

At first, she would ask Chu Peiyu what the battle situation was on his side and when he would return to Yanjing, but then she slowly stopped asking.

He held the hand of the letter, clenching it a little.

Lan'er took his robe, walked in from outside the tent, walked behind him, and put the robe in his hand on his back.

Now by his side, she is the only one to serve, and she is the only one to tidy up his change of clothes.

"General Chu is writing again?"

In this month, Nangong Yan would only read one person's letters, which was Chu Peiyu's, which she overheard him say.

"Hmm."

Nangong Yan lost her previous sense of resistance, and only regarded her as a little maidservant, and in the dead of night, she could still say a few words to him.

"When does the emperor plan to attack Xichu, so that he can go back and reunite with the queen mother as soon as possible?" Chu Peiyu said in the letter, most of them were about Yu Qiqi, and she knew that Yu Qiqi was the queen of Yanjing.

"At least not before she gives birth."

Nangong Yan put the letter on the candlelight, and watched the letter in front of him be lit up little by little, and a flame lit up in his eyes.

"Hmm..."

Lan'er lowered her head and thought thoughtfully.

"You're not afraid that I'll attack Xichu?" The letter in her hand burned, and Nangong Yan looked at her with interest.

"You are the emperor of Yanjing, Lan'er is just a little maidservant, how dare you open your mouth to intercede like the emperor? Besides, there are those who don't have that qualification. ”

She wrung her fingers uneasily, not daring to look up at him.

"You're self-aware." She had a much more restrained temper than when she first appeared with him.

Lan'er blessed her body, took a step back, and asked him to get up from the bench first and walk to the soft couch before she followed and waited for him to rest.

Seeing that he was asleep, she extinguished the candlelight and left his room lightly.

When she got to the secluded place, she blew a whistle and a carrier pigeon flew in front of her, and she tied the note in her hand to the pigeon's feet and released it into the air.

The movements were swift, and no one noticed these moves of hers.

Glancing around, she hurried away from under the corner.

Although Nangong Yan had been in Western Chu for a month, Emperor Xichu still had no intention of surrendering to him, Tang Yizheng led the troops and paid close attention to Nangong Yan's movements every day.

He was also training his soldiers intensively, trying to find a suitable time to counterattack, but that time had not yet come.

Tang Yizheng found Emperor Xichu and told him that Nangong Yan had been in the camp all this time, and the soldiers under his command were not practicing, and he was either looking at the art of war or looking at the boundary map of Western Chu every day, but he had no intention of attacking at all.

In the next few days, there will be no attack.

"Father, should we take the initiative to attack and counterattack back?" Tang Yizheng looked at Emperor Xichu sitting on the dragon chair and wanted to seek his opinion.

"Wait a little longer and see, Nangong Yan is insidious and cunning, your imperial uncle has suffered a loss from him, you must not follow his old path again."

Emperor Xichu's face was calm, without a trace of anxiety, and he was not moved by his thoughts.

"Erchen just thinks that if the time comes, we don't need to wait any longer, otherwise, if Nangong Yan raises troops to attack, our chances of victory will really be gone."

Tang Yizheng persuaded him a few more words.

Emperor Xichu narrowed his old eyes, "By the way, why haven't you seen Yi'er in the past few days?" ”

"Yi'er, she went to Nanzhao with Mr. Wu a few days ago, and I heard that she was going to Nanzhao to pick red lings, and it would take some time to come back." Tang Yizheng replied.

"Why didn't Nanzhao come to tell me this time?" He raised an eyebrow.

Tang Yizheng thought for a while and suddenly replied, "It seems that Mr. Wu called her temporarily." ”

"If she comes back, call her to me. Nangong Yan's matter, you don't have to be anxious. Emperor Xichu's voice was calm, and he reminded him warmly.

"Yes."

He clenched his fists, and it was considered to be accepted.

After going out of the dormitory of Emperor Xichu, he called the guards on the side, "Send a letter to Mr. Wu, let him stay well in Nanzhao, and he can't come back without the order of this prince." ”

"Yes!"

The guard hurriedly retreated.

He walked quickly to the city gate, and immediately a guard ran forward and said to him, "Back to the eldest prince, Nangong Yan has never left the camp tent today, and has been reading the letter sent to him by Yanjing City in the camp tent. ”

"Stand down and keep staring at him." He looked at the brightly lit city in the distance, his eyes were cold, and the cold wind blew on his face, carrying Xiao Han.

"Yes!" The guards bowed down and stepped back from the gates.

......

Yan Shiqing has been back in Yan Wang's mansion with Yi Concubine and Wu Lian for a month, Yan Churan has not met with Yi Concubine in private, and now Du Wanrong is his princess, if he sees her in private, I am afraid she will think more.

Lin Chaoge pulled Yan Shiqing aside, "I see that my mother is not in a good mood these days, if you are free, you still have to go and see her more." ”

During this time, Lin Chaoge was taking care of Du Wanrong, and Yan Shiqing was busy settling the concubines and dancers.

"Mother, does she mind that grandmother and concubine live in the mansion?" Yan Shiqing didn't quite understand the meaning of her words.

"I guess she doesn't mind that the concubines and concubines stay in the house, it's just that seeing you revolving around them every day, it's just that it's hard to calm down."

Lin Chaoge sighed, his face gloomy.

"Well, I'll take a look at her when I have time." The injuries on Wu Lian's body have not healed yet, and Concubine Yi's body has been injured before, Yan Shiqing has put most of her thoughts on the two of them, and she has no time to estimate Du Wanrong's feelings.

"Well, come with me now, for my mother told me to come to you." She pursed her lips, why can't this person point through?

"But grandmother, they—" He still had the medicine he was going to give to Mai Lian.

"Just leave it to the next person to do it." Lin Chaoge took the decoction in his hand, handed it to Qing Yu's hand, and pulled Yan Shiqing to hurry away.

Qing Yu looked at the bowl of brown decoction in his hand, frowned, and there was a bitter smell of decoction on the tip of his nose.

"Why don't you understand? Mother, she doesn't mean anything else, you've been away from the palace for so long, she just wants to take a good look at you. ”

Lin Chaoge grabbed his arm tightly, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

"Okay, I know, you let go of me first, so that my mother can see how bad it is." When she was about to walk into Du Wanrong's garden, Yan Shiqing reprimanded her.

"Okay, you'll have to say more nice things when you see your mother." After saying that, her hand still didn't let go.

"Okay, okay, I say, I say."

couldn't resist her, Yan Shiqing could only compromise.

As soon as his footsteps appeared in the garden, Du Wanrong's voice came from the house, "Is Qing'er here?" ”

Lin Chaoge squeezed his eyes at him, "Look, my mother misses you so much." ”

Yan Shiqing narrowed her eyes, and a trace of shame crossed her eyes, "Mother can even hear my footsteps." He smiled and walked into the house.

"You bastard, you still know to come to see my mother?!" Seeing him, Du Wanrong first scolded him, and her words were full of complaints.

"The mother scolded her so much, it was her son's negligence, and the son should have come over to accompany his mother more." Yan Shiqing's face was apologetic, and he didn't dare to sit down, so he could only stand in front of her with apologetic eyes.

"Then you just stand, Ge'er come and sit down." She looked at Lin Chaoge lovingly, very satisfied with what she had done, and she glared at Yan Shiqing again, "If I hadn't asked Ge'er to come over and call you over, I'm afraid you would have forgotten that you still have my mother, right?" ”

"The son doesn't dare, the son just wants to settle his grandmother and them, and then come over to accompany his mother." Yan Shiqing dared to say half a word, she rarely got angry with him, but today he saw it.

"Really?"

Du Wanrong glanced at him.

Yan Shiqing was brought up by her, and now she is doing her best to take care of others, she naturally has a taste in her heart.

In the past, she didn't feel good that she wouldn't show it, but now she knows that she did this, and Lin Chaoge taught her.

"Naturally, it's true, the son is grateful for his mother's nurturing grace, how can he ignore his mother." Yan Shiqing swore that his face was sincere.

Seeing him like this, Du Wanrong's face softened a little.

She and Lin Chaoge glanced at each other, and the two of them burst out laughing. Hearing the laughter, Yan Shiqing raised his head and looked at them blankly.

"Ge'er, it seems that your method still works."

Du Wanrong grabbed Lin Chaoge's hand and looked at her with a smile.

"What does that mean, Mother?" He finally couldn't help it and asked her.

"Sit down first."

Du Wanrong relieved herself, asked the maid who was waiting next to her to take a mahogany bench and put it behind him, and poured him a cup of tea.

After he sat down, he explained: "I see that since you came back, you have been revolving around the concubines and their mother and daughter, and you have never even come to my courtyard. She smiled happily.

This time, it was Lin Chaoge's turn to have an apology on his face, "My husband doesn't often come to my mother's place, and Ge'er feels sorry for my mother, I hope my husband won't scold Ge'er." ”

"If you dare to scold Ge'er, I'll be the first to disagree." Du Wanrong immediately protected Lin Chaoge.

A trace of helplessness flashed on Yan Shiqing's face, his hand made a surrender form, and he said stupidly: "With your mother protecting her, how dare your son." ”

"Count you as acquaintances!"

Du Wanrong immediately choked him.

Yan Shiqing lowered his head to drink tea, glanced at the two of them talking and laughing, he thought to himself that they must have gotten along well some time before he left.

It's just, looking at them like this, where do you need him to come and accompany them?

But just thinking about it in his heart, he didn't dare to say it, and now that the two of them joined forces, he really couldn't resist them.

When Qingyu went to Wulian with the decoction, she was stunned for a moment, "What about Qing'er?" "On weekdays, he personally went to deliver the medicine.

"The son of the world, he was called away by his wife, and today's decoction will be delivered by the servants." He said as he bowed.

Concubine Yi saw his dodging eyes, and said apologetically, "You go back and tell the prince that I will deliver my mother's medicine in the future, and he can help him go." ”

Wu Lian, who lowered her head and drank the medicine, looked sluggish, heard the meaning of her words, and hurriedly raised her head and said, "Yes, Yi'er can just come and deliver medicine to me, and Qing'er doesn't have to work herself." ”

"Yes."

Qingyu waited for her to finish drinking and went out with the medicine bowl.

"Blame me, I didn't expect this layer, I forgot that he still has a mother in this mansion." When Wu Lian came back from Yanjing, her mind had been groggy, and at this moment, after listening to Concubine Yi's words, she suddenly remembered.

"I've heard Qing'er mention that his mother is a good talker. Mother, we should go over and thank them another day. ”

Concubine Yi pondered for a while, but still felt that it was better to go over and thank you in person.

"Well, you're right."

She stroked her heart, and waited for the decoction to slide into her abdomen before slowly replying.

After staying at Du Wanrong's place for a long time, after dinner, Yan Shiqing and Lin Chaoge both left.

After returning to the house and taking off his coat, Lin Chaoge asked him, "Is everything okay with the Seventh Princess in the palace?" ”

He had been back for so long, and she had never asked him about Yu Qiqi.

Yan Shiqing's hand took off his shirt for a moment, and then replied to her, "It's all good." ”

"But now that the emperor is not by her side, he can't go back if she wants to give birth." She heard that Nangong Yan had been to Xichu for a month, and she had no intention of attacking Xichu.

Like, I don't want to be quick.

"There are imperial doctors and stable women in the palace, she will definitely be able to give birth to a dragon son safely." Yan Shiqing handed her the coat. Yan Jing, he didn't dare to go easily, keeping a distance from Yu Qiqi was the greatest protection for her.

Seeing the loneliness on his face, Lin Chaoge hurriedly comforted him, "Husband, don't worry, the old people in the palace are used to delivering babies, and besides, they are delivering babies for the queen's mother, this is a matter of losing their heads, and they will naturally value it." ”

"I hope so."

Yan Shiqing nodded and lay down on the soft couch.

Lin Chaoge stroked the thin shirt on his body and lay down as well. Su Xin put down the bead curtain, used a small fan to extinguish the candlelight, and retreated.

......

After what happened last time, Ah Jian no longer inquired about Nangong Yan like Chu Peiyu, and everything in Fengluan Palace was as usual.

It's just that it's almost the day of Yu Qiqi's delivery, and the imperial doctors are naturally more diligent, and Ah Jian sits on the guardrail outside all day long, watching the imperial doctors and the stable women go in and out.

Zhao Niang said that the child in Yu Qiqi's womb is all right, and when she gives birth, she will definitely be able to give birth safely.

Ah Jian listened, and this mood also improved.

Chu Peiyu stood on the promenade, and the scenery in his eyes was no longer only red walls and green tiles, but also a note who was silly on the side. Sometimes, looking at her, he will also unnaturally hook the corners of his lips.

After the middle of December, it was the depths of winter.

Nangong Yan looked at the snow falling outside the barracks, and asked Lan'er, who was standing aside, "You say, if I attack Western Chu now, will Tang Yizheng be prepared?" ”

On Lan'er's shoulders, a layer of snow accumulated, and she turned her face sideways towards Nangong Yan, unable to see the expression on his face clearly, "Slave, slave maid, I don't know, it's just that Vice General Liu said yesterday that the prince of Xichu is training soldiers every day, and he has already taken precautions, and the emperor will attack, I'm just afraid..."

She sipped her spring and didn't dare to say the words that followed.

"What if he had known that I wouldn't attack at this time? Will his soldiers be on guard every day? ”

Nangong Yan asked her again, and asked De Lan'er stunned for a moment, not knowing whether he would attack at all.

He curled the corners of his lips and turned his head to look at her, a smile appeared in his eyes, "I still want to surprise the queen." With that, he turned and went into the tent.

Lan'er stood stunned and walked in behind him. Later, I saw that he called Vice General Liu into the camp tent and asked him to explain to the soldiers, and directly attack Xichu tomorrow.

Her eyebrows jumped.

He only said half a month ago, at least he would not raise troops to Xichu before Yu Qiqi gave birth, but this time, he suddenly changed his mind.

At night, taking advantage of Nangong Yan's rest, she hurriedly left the camp tent and passed the news to Tang Yizheng.

Tang Yizheng took the note in his hand, got up from the bench in fright, and hurriedly ran to the dormitory of Emperor Xichu, but he had already rested, and the chamberlain asked him to go back first.

"No! I want to see my father! He was shouting outside, his face full of anxiety.

"The emperor said, let the prince not worry." The chamberlain said again.

Tang Yizheng walked back and forth outside twice, and finally left in a hurry, and in the dormitory, there was the coughing sound of Emperor Xichu.

After winter, his body became weaker and weaker.

He knew that Nangong Yan was wasting time with him, and he only hoped that Tang Yizheng could know this, if Tang Yizheng couldn't stand it and lost the entire Xichu, he would have nothing to say, just think that Xichu's life was counted, and now that he dragged this seriously ill body, he really couldn't persuade him.

Leaving the palace, Tang Yizheng replied to Tang Yiyi, he would send troops to Zi Shi and let her assassinate Nangong Yan before Zi Shi.

Tang Yiyi got the letter and burned it.

At night, waiting, after Nangong Yan lay down, she stayed by his side.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him close his eyes and sleep soundly, and when it was almost time to give birth, she tightened her grip on the dagger hidden in her thin sleeve and stabbed him hard into the heart.

A gust of wind swept across Nangong Yan's face, and suddenly, he opened his eyes and grabbed Tang Yiyi's wrist, his eyes were full of coldness, "Yi'er, you are too anxious." ”

"You, you're not asleep?" Tang Yiyi looked at him with a shocked face, a pair of watery eyes shrunk, and the next moment he wrinkled his eyebrows, "Do you know my identity?" ”

"If I don't want to tell you when I want to attack Xichu, it's really possible that I won't be able to find out, your imperial brother's ability to cover up people's identities is still quite powerful, but he should have already attacked this side at this moment, right?"

Under the dim candlelight, Nangong Yan's eyes were full of banter.

"You! You..."

Tang Yiyi's heart was fluctuating one after another, not knowing what to do, and his mind was in a panic.

Suddenly, she knelt in front of Nangong Yan and begged him for mercy, "Please, let go of my father and brother!" ”

Nangong Yan let go of her hand, and immediately a guard came in and took her down. He only replied to her lightly with three words, "Impossible." ”

Outside the camp tent, the news of the attack of the Western Chu army came.

"Don't! No! ”

Tang Yiyi knelt on the ground, struggling to get up, and shouted at Nangong Yan, but he didn't look back, leaving her with a cold back.

During the period when they did not practice, an ambush was set up outside the barracks, and Nangong Yan deliberately released the news of attacking Xichu tomorrow night, just to lead Tang Yizheng into his ambush first.

Looking at the soldiers who kept falling in front of him, Tang Yizheng's face changed, he didn't expect that at this time, Nangong Yan was a trap, and he regretted not listening to the persuasion of Emperor Xichu.

This battle ended in the second half of the night.

Emperor Xichu sat on the edge of the dragon bed, wearing a dragon robe and a crown.

Nangong Yan stood in front of him with the blood-stained long sword, and he raised his tired eyes, "I didn't expect it, but I still let you win." ”

"If you want to blame, you can only blame you Xichu for being too unkind and righteous at the beginning, if you didn't want to attack Yanjing, you wouldn't have today's fate." Nangong Yan looked at him coldly.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."

Emperor Xichu covered his chest and coughed violently, the fatigue on his face was clearly visible, "Even if Xichu didn't raise troops to Yanjing first, according to your temperament, after ascending to the throne, you will not eat the fat of Xichu?" He coughed a few more times, "It's just a matter of time or time, but pity Zheng'er's child." ”

Hearing what he said, Nangong Yan snorted coldly, "I think the two of us have the same temperament. "It's just a little late.

"I don't dare to ask you to let Yi'er go, I just hope that I can let her go decently, and don't lose the face of our Western Chu royal family."

As he finished speaking, his head hung heavily.

Nangong Yan frowned, saw the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and turned around and walked out of his dormitory.

On the second day after the capture of Western Chu, he wrote a letter to Yu Qiqi, saying that Western Chu had been captured, but he still had to deal with some affairs here, and it was estimated that he would not go back before she gave birth, but he would finish the affairs here as soon as possible.

Yu Qiqi looked at his handwriting on the letter, his eyes darkened and lit up again. Fortunately, it was still possible for him to rush back before she gave birth, and she collected Nangong Yan's letter.

The climate in the deep winter is colder, Yu Qiqi's body can't stand the cold, there are more charcoal fires in Fengluan Palace than before, Chu Peiyu is staring at the charcoal fires sent into the palace every day, even the charcoal ash that is carried out, he has to step forward to check it carefully.

Seeing that there was no problem, he let the little eunuch carrying the charcoal ash retreat.

"It seems that the emperor really left you right, and he is more careful than me." Ah Jian glanced at the little eunuch who was so frozen that his neck shrunk and said with a smile.

"You, that's a tendon." After spending so much time with her, he would have been able to joke with her a long time ago.

"That's also much stronger than you put on an iceberg face every day." She stuck out her tongue.

Chu Pei Yuyuan still wanted to quarrel with her, but Zhao Niang came out of it and reprimanded them, "Don't make noise about the queen's mother's lunch break." ”

At this time, they could only obediently bow their heads, not daring to say anything more.

The days passed quickly, and it seemed that it was about to reach the day when Yu Qiqi was about to give birth, but it happened to be snowing heavily, and the snow blocked the road of Fengluan Palace.

The palace people got up early to clear the snow from the walkway, and the imperial doctor and Wen Po were busy for a while before rushing to her Fengluan Palace.

Seeing that the imperial doctor and Wen Po had come over, Zhao Niang breathed a sigh of relief.

She told the palace ladies to go down and boil hot water, and prepare scissors and towels in an orderly manner.

Yu Qiqi saw that she had prepared so many things in front of her, but she became nervous, "My stomach hasn't moved yet, I'll give you a whole movement in a while." ”

"Mother, this is called being prepared."

Zhao Niang walked up to her and said with a smug face.

The imperial physicians and the stable women waited in the outer hall, watching the palace maids bring things into the inner hall, and their hearts were also holding their breath.

The snow outside became heavier and heavier, and Ah Jian also entered the dormitory, leaving Chu Peiyu alone to guard outside. The palace people are still clearing the snow that they have walked on.

It's just that after waiting for a whole day, Yu Qiqi's stomach didn't move, and Zhao Niang didn't dare to easily ask the imperial doctors to leave, so she asked a few palace maids to bring dinner to the outer hall and let them eat in the outer hall.

Yu Qiqi's movement was very inconvenient, she felt that her lower abdomen was a little bigger, so she could only lean on the cushion and let Ah Jian feed herself a little clear porridge, and she didn't dare to eat too much else, which was ordered by the imperial doctor himself, for fear that the production would not go well.

As soon as the imperial physician and Wen Po, who had been hungry for a day, heard that the queen mother had let them eat, they hurriedly sat down and used the meal on the table.

It wasn't until the second half of the night that there was a sound of movement in the inner hall, and Ah Jian ran to the outer hall and shouted at the dozing imperial doctor and Wen Po: "The queen mother is about to give birth, you go in quickly!" ”

Zhao Niang took care of Yu Qiqi lying on the bed in the inner hall, wrung it out with a towel dipped in water, and wiped the sweat beads from her face.

The Imperial Physician and Wen Po hurriedly ran in and saw her lying on the bed with a painful face, the hair on her forehead soaked with sweat.

"Niangniang, relax, lie down first."

Wen Po squatted in front of her, told her to lie down, and then began to tell her to exert herself.

The Imperial Doctor waited outside the bead curtain, for fear that something would happen to her.

Ah Jian also ran in and whispered in her ear: "Princess, hold on a little longer, and the little prince will be able to come out." Yu Qiqi opened her eyes and wanted to grab Ah Jian's hand, but she hurriedly stretched out her hand.

Yu Qiqi grabbed her hand tightly, and it took a long time to open her lips and teeth and ask a sentence, "Your Majesty, are you back?" ”

Ah Jian's sharp eyes were stunned, and then he replied: "It's already on the way back, and when you give birth to the little prince, he will be able to come back to accompany you." ”

Suddenly, her eyes were covered with joy, and Wen Po shouted at her: "The queen mother, hard! She gritted her teeth, exerting a little more force than before.

"I've seen the head of the dragon!" Wen Po exclaimed with joy on her face.

A smile appeared on Yu Qiqi's tired face, and according to what Wen Po said, he exerted his strength again and again.

After almost a whole night, the dragon had not yet landed, Zhao Niang saw that something was wrong, and quietly ran outside to ask the imperial doctor, "The queen has been born for so long, nothing will happen, right?" ”

The imperial doctor's face was a little worried, and he panicked in his heart, but he still comforted her, "There are many people in the harem who give birth to a child for a day and a night, and the queen mother has only given birth for a night, and it will be fine." ”

"But, mother, she's powerless..."

Zhao Niang was very anxious, and only hoped that the imperial doctor could give an accurate word.

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