Tianjin listened in a daze, and was frightened when he was in a cold sweat. Although it was the first time to have a child, I had learned too much about childbirth before giving birth. She stared at Chengchen in a daze, and her mind finally cleared up.

Wen Po, who was pushed away, snatched it back again, tightly tugged at the brocade quilt covering her, and asked with wide eyes, "Princess, is this...... Lord Bao, it's still ......" trembling, that is, he can't say a word.

If it is an ordinary family, it is natural to protect the child. If the adult is dead, he is dead, and whoever is still afraid of this. The mother-in-law is dead, and there are many concubines who continue to retreat. But children are different, it is the incense in the house, and it cannot be broken.

But this princess of a country is completely different. In such a situation, usually, the midwife who comes from the royal family will only save the adult. Even if the princess herself wants to protect the child and loses her life, it probably won't work.

Wen Po will ask her, just because she is a princess of Jin, not an ordinary princess, and her will must be respected.

The hair on Tianjin's forehead was already stuck to her face, and the strength that she had finally recovered from the fright finally calmed her down. She frowned, and said in a hoarse voice: "I want to keep the adults and children, find a way." ”

"This ......" someone has already spoken, knowing that there is no way to think about it, how can he answer.

The questioning woman turned pale and thought for a moment, then said, "The princess insists on keeping the child, and the slave can only try her best." However, if you are lucky enough to survive, I am afraid that the princess will not be able to give birth again in this life. ”

She didn't ask Tianjin any more, turned her head and said, "Take the hundred-year-old ginseng, slice it, make the princess hold it in her mouth, hand over the scissors, and then take a clean handkerchief." ”

Some people were already surprised and wanted to ask her what she was going to do. Wen Po was silent, waited until the hot water was handed over, and first carefully washed and soaked her hands, and then stretched out under the brocade quilt.

Princess Jin still has that sentence in her head, I am afraid that I will not be able to produce it again in this life. But she knows that even if she can't give birth again, the child in her belly must be saved. This child is the true dragon emperor, the future emperor of this world, and there must be no negligence.

If you want to ask her why she is so confident, just because she has never put Gongzi Xuan in her eyes. Mu Tingcheng is very powerful, but Mu Tingcheng is a woman after all, since she has followed Gongzi Xuan, many things are involuntarily, and you can't just rely on yourself to judge.

Compared with Liu Yu and Gongzi Xuan, Tianjin recognizes Liu Yu more.

The person who can ascend to the throne of the emperor is by no means an indecisive person. On the contrary, it is an ambitious man like Liu Yu. He is full of gangsterism, decisive in killing, and bloody. He will definitely be able to ascend to the position of the Ninety-Five. Then the child in her belly must be the best choice for the prince.

As for the children, what about some hardships, and what about congenital weakness? The emperor of a country has never been five big and three thick, and he can be competent with a strong body.

Wen Po's hand had reached under the brocade quilt.

In the next second, before her head could think clearly, she felt a flesh-cutting pain in her lower body, which made her suddenly tremble and spasm. She gritted her teeth and trembled, trying to scream, but she couldn't make a sound. She tugged at the sheets, staring at her belly, which was rapidly changing shape as the naked eye could see.

And herself, was bleeding profusely.

She gasped, her eyes round with tender, feminine eyes, but to no avail. She gasped for breath with difficulty, as if she were a fish out of the water, unable to breathe a little air, and would die of thirst in the next second.

Wen Po was still moving, her old eyes were deep, and she said calmly: "If the princess holds on a little longer, the child will soon turn around." ”

To protect the child, you also need to turn the child around so that it is facing down. That's how it comes out. Otherwise, everything is empty talk. But how the child turns around in the belly is a major matter for the mother's life.

The amniotic water broke, and the child held back for a short time. If you want to turn around, the mother herself can't stand it for long. It is necessary to grasp the degree of stability, and use the fastest and most effective way to straighten the child's body in the stomach and pull the child out.

Giving birth to a child, many people should know the process. However, a stable woman can't see the situation in the mother's belly at all, but she puts her hands into the palace to look for the best opportunity. So, is it a big project?

Not to mention a big project, many people simply can't try it. Even an experienced stable woman would not dare to experiment on a princess of a country.

This stable woman is also a bold and fat woman, and she dares to accept such words.

Tianjin almost fainted. It hurts, it hurts. It was more painful than falling down the river from the battle of the river, and it was even more painful than falling from the valley to the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons, she only felt that the whole person was as uncomfortable as being burned by fire, her stomach cramped, and her lower body tightened.

She couldn't breathe, she just opened her mouth, trying to take a big breath, but it didn't work. The maid sent the old ginseng lozenge, but she couldn't hold it on her own, and her mind was blank.

Sweat soaked all her clothes, her head was wet and dizzy, and her body was heavy. All the thoughts in her mind were vague, nihilistic, and ethereal. Everything seemed to beckon her to fall asleep quickly.

She knew that it was Lord Yama calling her.

In a trance, it was as if he saw Xie Yan wearing an iron jacket and coming from afar. She wanted to shout, but she couldn't. In a trance, as if she saw Liu Yu driving a boat past the riverbank, she wanted to smile, but suddenly remembered that he laughed at Sun En's poison.

In a trance, she seemed to see Gongzi Xuan holding her portrait, standing outside the northern court, and earnestly begging her father to marry her. He is personable, and she is unbelievably beautiful. The father and queen mother wanted to agree, but she completely refused because of Xie Yan.

In such a trance, she gradually wanted to close her eyes, the pain around her body made her convulsive again, Wen Po was still comforting her, but she couldn't hear what Wen Po said.

Her mind went blank, and there was only one thought left, to live. Her eyes widened, and her voice hoarse warned herself not to sleep. Be sure to be awake because the child has not yet been born.

Consciousness is only one second, and the next second consciousness is quickly hazy. The spirit of the strong fight seemed to be able to suddenly collapse, and the pain had made her spasm.

Her child was still in her womb, and she shouted, "Princess, be patient." Even Wen Po's own voice was already trembling.

There was so much red blood that too many pots had been brought out. The basins were dazzling, as if they were not flowing down from her body, but they were directly cut open and released from her body.

She almost couldn't control herself and closed her eyes.

A room full of people was anxious, but there was nothing they could do. Wen Po had a cold face, and finally seemed to have found a breakthrough, and said loudly: "Quick, princess, hurry up." ”

What this sound meant was self-evident, Tianjin got the order, opened his eyes suddenly, stared at Chengchen, and screamed.

After a sound, I only felt that my lower body suddenly loosened its strength, and the pain stopped in an instant.

The boy has come down.