The ceremony lasted for half an hour to complete, and Mo Li, with the support of Danyu, deliberately knelt in front of the tablet of Princess Jiang, solemnly kowtowed three times, and said in his mouth: "Mother, Achu is now in the northwest, and his daughter-in-law kowtows to his mother on his behalf, hoping that his mother will know from the spring and bless him to return safely as soon as possible." Bless the safe birth of the child in the womb of the daughter-in-law. ”

"Jinxi, you go back and rest early, don't be tired." Murong Jingzhong's expression was a little solemn, and he said, "You all go back and leave Ah Xiang to wait." ”

Everyone retreated, Mo Li quietly glanced back, only to see Murong Jingzhong standing in front of Princess Jiang's tablet with his hands in his hand, under the flickering candlelight, the back looked a little lonely.

"Miss......" Danyu called softly, making Mo Li come back to his senses, sigh, and get into the soft sedan chair.

The day after the festival, a light rain began to fall in the sky, and the rain became heavier and heavier, and it did not stop for several days.

It was not until the afternoon of July 19 that the rain gradually lightened, and it was not until the next morning that the rain finally stopped, after several days.

Mo Li woke up earlier than any other day this day, and after these days of conditioning, she felt that her mental state was much better than before. After breakfast, I was about to go for a walk in the garden, and someone came to report, and Mofu sent someone to visit.

The Duan family has been free recently, and they are going to come over to take a look, and if they can't come to see something, they will send someone over to take a look.

Today, a grandmother from Duan's side came with some soft muslin cloth for the birth of the baby.

Seeing that Mo Li was all right, Mama wanted to say goodbye and go home, Mo Li remembered that Xu Dazhuang sent fresh melons and fruits from the Zhuangzi yesterday, and wanted to order someone to take some for Mama to take back, but before she opened her mouth, she felt a pain in her abdomen, and suddenly held her stomach and didn't dare to move again.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Jia Yin, who was on duty today, saw that her expression was wrong, and hurriedly asked.

"Belly...... Stomach aches! The throbbing pain in her abdomen made Mo Li take a breath of cold air.

"Are you going to give birth?" The grandmother of Mofu asked.

Jiayin was suddenly nervous: "There are still a few days to go!" ”

"Oops, it's common to do this a few days in advance!"

"Mama He, come on, Miss seems to be giving birth!" Jia Yin shouted out in his voice, and in a few moments, all the maids and grandmothers who were waiting with him poured into the house.

"Go and call Mu Gongzi!"

"What is Mu Gongzi called, you should go and call Wen Po."

"It's all here, it's easy to do things with a lot of people."

"Hurry up and send a letter to the prince! Hey, by the way, there's also the eldest lady......"

Mama He was still more calm and calm, and immediately said: "Don't mess up, Jiayin, you go and call Chengpo, Sizhu, you go to find Mu Gongzi." Everyone else should stay still, and be on call at any time! ”

Wen Po lived in the backyard of Moyuan Pavilion, and was soon called over. When Mu Qingyun arrived, before Wen Po had time to check, he stepped forward first and stopped Mo Li's wrist.

"I ...... It doesn't seem to hurt anymore. Mo Li was a little embarrassed, the pain just now was short-lived, judging from the medical knowledge she mastered, this is probably the beginning of labor pains, is it really going to give birth early?

Mu Qingyun let go of her wrist: "It's okay, let Wen Po take a look." ”

After Wen Po checked, she said that the fetus had gone down, and it was estimated that it was fast, so let Mo Li go down to the ground.

The stomach was too big, and after walking around the house a few times, Mo Li was already out of breath.

She sat down on a chair and took a few sips of tea, and just as she eased up, the pain hit again, making her straighten her back.

Wen Po knew that she was in pain again, so she asked Mama He to tell someone to start preparing.

Curtains were hung in the bedroom, and everyone was thrown out, leaving only the two Wen Po and Mama He and Mama Zhao.

Murong Chu, who was far away in the northwest military tent, suddenly felt a sense of unease, and the hand holding the military book tightened tightly and let go.

Counting the days, Mo Li was about to give birth in a few days, and the war in front of him could not allow him to leave, and the guilt in his heart deepened.

"Master, what's wrong?" Seeing that his expression suddenly changed, Eleven asked softly.

Murong Chu put down the scroll in his hand, pinched his furlen eyebrows, and shook his head: "It's nothing." Is there any news coming back from Qingyun? ”

"The last news was two days ago, and Mu Gongzi said that everything was fine."

"Pass the book to the capital and ask the lady about the current situation."

"Yes, master." Although the book had only been passed last night, Eleven still didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly went out of the big tent to make arrangements.

Murong Jingzhong went down to the court, chatting with several old ministers of the same dynasty, and as soon as he left the palace gate, he saw the Xiang steward eagerly looking over here, and when he saw him come out, he ran a few steps forward and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Quick! Come home! Murong Jingzhong didn't even have time to say hello, so he threw down a few colleagues around him and went straight to his carriage.

Several old ministers looked at each other, they had never seen the king of Bac Ninh so flustered, a few days ago I heard that the princess of Bac Ninh was seriously ill, and I didn't see anything unusual about the king of Bac Ninh, what is wrong with this today? Could it be that something happened in the house?

Murong Jingzhong still cares what others think, if it weren't for his image as the king of Beining, he would have wanted to ride back to his home. At this time, he could only sit in the carriage and keep urging the coachman to speed up.

When he arrived at Moyuan Pavilion, he realized that Mo Li had just been in pain for a long time, and the child had not yet been born.

In the main house, in addition to Mu Qingyun, Murong Qi and Mo Jinhua were also there, and Liu and Duan went into the house to accompany Mo Li.

When everyone saw the salute, Murong Jingzhong waved his hand: "No need to be polite, how is Jinxi now?" ”

"The princess is in good spirits today." Mu Qingyun replied, "However, when will this child be born...... Qingyun didn't know. "Although he is a doctor, he is still a doctor with good medical skills, but he really has little experience in women giving birth.

The interval between labor pains is getting shorter and shorter, but the pain time is getting longer and longer, and the pain is getting more and more intense.

As soon as the pain subsided, Mama He would bring two mouthfuls of ginseng chicken soup boiled in the warm pot. Mo Li knew that this was to replenish his strength, even if he felt that it was unpleasant, he would continue to drink it.

Tossed until the afternoon, Mo Li finally lost his strength, lying on the couch softly, the scene in front of him began to blur, and he only felt that there was a figure shaking constantly.

A figure like frost and snow appeared in front of her, and she seemed to hear the familiar flute again, melodious and tactful.

The whistle stopped, and the man slowly walked towards him.

"Li'er, hold on, the child is about to be born."

Somehow, Mo Li felt that the person's vague appearance gradually overlapped with Murong Chu, she opened her mouth and called: "Ah Chu......"

"Xi'er, wake up, don't sleep!"

The person in front of her suddenly disappeared, Mo Li opened her eyes, still in the familiar bedroom, Duan held her hand, and called anxiously.

Although she knew that her smile at this time must be more ugly than crying, Mo Li still hooked the corners of her lips and barely showed a smile: "I'm fine......"

"Princess Shizi, hold on a little longer, and it will be soon!" Wen Po said.