"Linlang...... I'm in so much pain! My stomach hurts so much! It's not going to cost two deaths! Sang Yu on the bed was already sweating profusely at this time, but she still instinctively relied on grabbing her hand and cried.

"Nonsense, with me, you and the child will be fine." Linlang patiently comforted softly.

She asked the red shirt to quickly set up firewood, boiled a pot of hot water, fed Sang Yu some sugar water, and cut ginseng slices and stuffed them into her mouth.

Sang Yu was only one and a half years older than her, and she would be fifteen years old.

The body shape is also a delicate type.

One can imagine what a burden such a pair of twins is for a girl like her.

So even if Rong Zhaoyi doesn't look for trouble, her baby is not so easy to give birth.

This is also the reason why Linlang watched her eat, no matter how much the Queen Mother rewarded, she was not allowed to eat more gluttonously, in case the fetus was too big and difficult to produce.

But fortunately, there was no problem with her fetal position, so she was spared a knife.

"It's almost open." Linlang's voice was always unhurried, calm and peaceful, "Come, let's adjust our breathing first." ”

"Okay, now try to push hard."

"I see the head, hold on a little longer."

"Wait, don't sleep yet! There's also a baby! ”

……

December, winter.

The emperor of Great Qi ushered in his first eldest son.

Princess Pillow Dream also has a sister to be a companion.

"A son and a daughter, you are really blessed." Linlang took out the soft silk cloth from the basket and wrapped it for the two little babies.

Then, hug Sang Yu to show her.

"It hurts so much to have a baby...... I don't want to give birth again......" Sang Yu, who has successfully upgraded to a mother of two children, is still crying.

"I'll make you something to eat and make it up for you when I go back." Linlang opened the window to ventilate, and saw a dazzling and rich dress from a distance.

She chuckled in her heart, and hurriedly put the two children in the basket and let the red shirt carry it.

"It's coming! You go to the hospital now, hide there! ”

The red shirt was startled, and although he looked at her in confusion, he still picked it up and said, "Linlang, we can't get out of this point, and the imperial doctors can't come in without permission." ”

"It's okay, you just shout, call the name of a imperial doctor, his name is Qiubai. You just said I begged him for help! ”

"Good! Then I'll go now! As if he understood something, the redshirt quickly ran out the back door.

The bed was still not cleaned up, it was a mess, and the blood stains had not dried.

Linlang gritted her teeth, rolled up her sleeves and gave herself a knife.

"Linlang?!" Sang Yu hurriedly wanted to sit up to stop her, but was stopped by her gesture.

"You lie down now, and if they come in later, they will pretend that their breath is weak, and pretend that they will die of pain if they can't give birth."

Linlang put the blood into the basin of water, and then pasted it on the bed and her clothes, pretending to be a miserable scene of blood collapsing.

Sang Yu has just finished giving birth at this time, and it just so happens that the belly has not completely disappeared, and the chance of success of deception is still very high.

"Don't be afraid, you'll be fine."

Linlang comforted her, then tore strips of cloth to wrap up her wounds, put down the sleeves of her clothes, and kicked the back basket and those basins under the bed.

Then, before the footsteps approached, he quickly changed into a desperate face of despair, hugged Sang Yu and began to cry.

"Little Lord! What's wrong with you, little master?! Blood! Oh, my God! Lots of blood!! ”

Linlang didn't believe that the He family could really be powerful enough to surpass the king, and she didn't believe that Murong Linshen would really connive at Rong Zhaoyi without a bottom line.

If it was, she wouldn't have needed to sneak over like this.