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I don't know if it's because of the bowl of oxytocic medicine, Ning Xiang only felt that a hand had penetrated into her stomach, as if she was going to pull the child out.

She didn't have any strength, she could barely even curl up her fingers, several midwives were busy coming and going, and from time to time someone wiped the sweat from her forehead for her, even if Ning Xiang was lying there, she could feel bursts of warmth constantly gushing out between her legs, which was the blood in her body.

"Child....", she opened her mouth slightly, trying to spit out two words.

"The child is about to come out, Madame, use some strength, you are hard, hard!" The midwife was anxious.

Ning Xiang's body trembled, she bled too much, her whole body felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar, and even her teeth trembled.

She was groggy, she only felt that everything in front of her was blurred, walking around, everyone's faces were not clear, she looked at their mouths open and closed in a daze, but she couldn't hear what they were saying.

"Madam, don't sleep, madam, the child hasn't been born yet, don't sleep!" Seeing that Ning Xiang's face was pale, the midwife who was guarding the side panicked, shook Ning Xiang's body, and she was also shocked.

Just when Ning Xiang felt that she couldn't support it anymore and was about to close her eyes, she suddenly heard a male voice outside the tent, this male voice was so familiar, and her mind was pulled back alive.

The voice was short and crisp, with only two words, which seemed to contain anger; "Get out of the way!"

"Master Hou, you can't go in, you are the commander of the three armies, how can you enter such a filthy place as the delivery room and let the bad luck collide with you?"

Ning Xiang heard vaguely, only to hear a noise outside, it seemed that Liang Bozhao wanted to break in, but was stopped, she turned her head as hard as she could, looked towards the tent, and finally, someone opened the curtain of the tent and broke into a burly figure, it was Liang Bozhao.

When Ning Xiang saw her husband, she suddenly couldn't hold back her tears, and rolled down one by one.

Liang Bozhao rushed to Ning Xiang in three steps and two steps, seeing Ning Xiang's little face snow-white, her eyes full of tears, and the blood flowing from her body almost soaked the entire mattress red, he tried his best to restrain himself, and only carefully lifted Ning Xiang's waist from the bed and let her lean on himself.

"Master Hou, where can you enter here...."The midwife's hands were covered with blood, and she said to Liang Bozhao anxiously.

Liang Bozhao didn't look at them either, only reprimanded; "Don't talk nonsense, just do what you have to do."

Those midwives were resigned, looked at each other, but there was no way, and they got busy again.

"Xianggong, I'm in pain...."Ning Xiang's voice was weak, and it was already inaudible.

Liang Bozhao hugged her tightly and relied on her, he brushed up the sweat-soaked hair on his forehead for his wife, leaned over and kissed Ning Xiang's forehead, his voice was a little hoarse, but it was still gentle and calm, listening to it, it made people's hearts settle down immediately; "Don't be afraid, I will accompany you and watch our child be born together."

Ning Xiang held tears in her eyes, nodded gently, the sharp pain in her abdomen hit again, making her arch up in pain, Liang Bozhao wrapped her waist, and listened to the midwife say that she wanted to stabilize Ning Xiang's body, and her hands used some strength to make Ning Xiang unable to move.

"Ahh

"It's almost ready, Madame's hard work, the old slave can already see the child's head...."

Listening to the words of the midwife, Liang Bozhao clenched Ning Xiang's hand and kept encouraging his wife; "Xiang'er, the child is about to come out, you use a little more force, haven't you always wanted to see who the child looks like?"

Ning Xiang pursed her lips, fighting with all her strength, she didn't dare to make a sound, but she was afraid that as soon as she opened her mouth, the breath would disperse, and her tears fell one by one, and she looked at her husband in pain.

Liang Bozhao's face is not much better than hers, his face is pale, his eyes are anxious, even the voice of Ning Xiang has lost his usual coldness, becoming eager and urgent, even his breathing is heavy, in just half a day's effort, the corners of his lips are actually a layer of blood blisters, which is obviously painful, more tormenting than Ning Xiang.

Ning Xiang shed tears, trembling fingers touched her husband's lips, looking at the circle of blood bubbles, tears rolled down again, Liang Bozhao hugged her body, only felt that his wife's body was getting colder, he couldn't help hugging Ning Xiang tighter, and kept calling her name; "Xiang'er, Xiang'er...."

The people guarding outside the tent didn't know the situation inside, it can be seen that Ning Xiang has not given birth to the child after such a long time from early morning to noon, and also knows that it is a difficult birth, Yongning is still standing there, remembering that Liang Bozhao insisted on entering the delivery room to accompany his wife who was about to give birth despite everyone's obstruction, she really didn't know whether to praise him for being affectionate, or to scold him for being stupid.

After guarding it for so long, her whole body was numb from the cold, Zhai Heng stepped forward and just wanted to persuade her, but when she saw the look in her eyes, she knew that it was useless to say more, and swallowed all the words back.

I don't know how long I waited, but finally, a faint baby cry came from the tent.

Hearing this baby cry, Yongning only felt that his heart was relieved, and his body couldn't stand it and staggered back two steps, thanks to Zhai Heng's support, after blowing the cold wind for such a long time, Yongning's cheeks were already red from the cold, but there was a faint smile on the corner of her lips, and she said softly; "He's a father."

"Yes, Dingbei Hou is overjoyed."

"He's over thirty, and he finally has an heir." After Yongning finished saying this, he only felt that the strength of his body had been taken away, and he really couldn't support it, Zhai Heng wanted to help her back to rest, but Yongning stopped him, looked at the main tent with a pair of beautiful eyes, and said with a little doubt; "What's the matter, why did the child only cry?"

There was silence in the tent.

The midwife rushed out in a hurry and invited the military doctor in, Yongning frowned, still staring at Ning Xiang's tent, but there was a sadness in his heart; "No, it shouldn't be like this, why don't the people inside come out to report the good news?"

Zhai Heng couldn't bear it, and only persuaded; "Don't think about it, princess, Madame has successfully given birth to Lin'er, and my subordinates will help you go back to rest first, so as not to hurt your body."

Yongning clasped his wrist and condensed; "Listen, is the child crying?"

Zhai Heng listened carefully, but shook his head, "When my subordinates listen, it's like those midwives crying." ”

The blood on Yongning's face receded in an instant.

Before the news of Dingbei Hou Xidelin'er spread throughout the barracks, news came out that the child died immediately after birth, and he never even opened his eyes.

"Master Hou, take a look at it, and the old slave will take the little boy away."

A midwife stepped forward, wrapped the child in a quilt, and handed it to Liang Bozhao.

The man's face was pale, and he couldn't reach out and hold the little swaddling cloth in his arms when he looked at such a small lump.

The midwife also had tears in her eyes and said regretfully; "The little boy is blessed, and he has no fate with the Hou Ye."

Liang Bozhao gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to open the child's swaddling clothes, and in the soft little quilt, the child's chubby little face was revealed, which was extremely cute.

It's really a big fat boy.

Liang Bozhao looked at this child for a long time.

It turned out that this child had the same delicate eyebrows as he imagined, and the long eyelashes were slightly curled, like a very fragrant incense.

And the broad forehead, the straight bridge of the nose, and the angular lips are very much like themselves.

This child, the child he and Ning Xiang have been looking forward to, will watch him grow up, marry a wife and have children....

Liang Bozhao's voice was hoarse, and he couldn't say a word, he finally stiffly stretched out his hand and hugged the child from his grandmother's hand.

The newborn baby's body is extremely soft, holding it in his arms, it makes people's hearts melt, Liang Bozhao has never held a child, he carefully hugged his son in the crook of his arm, as if he was afraid that it would hurt the child, he never thought that this was the first time he picked up the child, and it was the last time.

He turned around, left his grandmother behind, and slowly hugged the child close to him, so that his son could look more closely, there was warm water vapor in the corners of his eyes, which made him feel ridiculous, he had never shed tears since he could remember, and he had never wanted to cry, he even felt that he would not shed tears, he left his hometown at the age of fourteen, he had seen all the warmth and coldness of the people, and had endured all the hardships of the world.

He has so many things, he commands the heavy army, is a prince as a common man, and the power is tilted towards the government and the opposition, even the emperor has to be afraid of three points, the wealth and power of the sky, the military merits and glory of the world, status, money, beauty, he has everything.

But this child, it's this child, he and Ning Xiang's child, he can't keep him, he can't do anything....

He can be born and die again and again on the battlefield, and he can also obtain the head of the enemy general in thousands of troops..... I can't keep what I want to keep.

Liang Bozhao pasted his son's little face, and the baby's delicate skin could be broken, even giving him the illusion that the child was still alive.

He almost used all his strength to force the wetness in his eyes back little by little.

"Good boy...."Liang Bozhao's voice was hoarse, and he slowly spit out a few words, he held his son's fleshy little hand, and even thought about what it would be like if he brought a silver bracelet to this lotus-like little hand, he held the child's cold little hand, finally closed his eyes, and kissed his son's little face.

Then, put the child's little hand back into the swaddling clothes, handed the child to the grandmother, and said; "Take it away."

There are only two words, but they are resolute and crisp.

Ning Xiang has been asleep since she gave birth, although the tent has been cleaned up, all the bloody clothes have been taken down, and even the mattress has been cleaned, but the bloody smell in the air is still so thick that it makes people nauseous.