Fu Yunting listened to her daughter's heart-rending cry, anxious and distressed.

"Will it be okay to cry like this at night?"

Feng Yulan took Fu Yunting's hand and comforted: "Master, Xiaoxiao will be fine, it should be about to be born." ”

"Xiaoxiao is still so young, and it is the first time to have a child, so I will definitely be very scared." Fu Yunting knew that her daughter had been timid since she was a child, and although she was sixteen years old now, she was still a child.

Fu Yinshuang had never experienced giving birth, and when she heard her sister's painful cry, she couldn't help but hold Xiao Che's hand tightly, and she didn't know that Xiao Che was hurting.

Xiao Che looked down at the hand she was holding, and the skin was about to be buckled.

looked at Fu Yinshuang again, with a nervous look, as if she was the one who gave birth to the child.

He took her hand and soothed, "Shuang'er, don't be nervous, it'll be fine." ”

Fu Yinshuang said: "You said it simply, giving birth to a child is a big deal. ”

"I know that Xiaoxiao will definitely be safe for mother and child." Xiao Che took her into his arms.

Fu Yinshuang raised her head and looked at Xiao Che, "Do you like children?" ”

Xiao Che paused when he heard this, and said with a smile: "If you like it, you naturally like it." ”

Fu Yinshuang also thinks that Xiao Che likes children, who doesn't want to be a father?

She didn't think there was anything scary about having a baby before.

It's just that now, when she heard Xiaoxiao crying like that, she began to be afraid.

It's also scary.

Xiao Ji has been standing at the door of the room, his eyes have never been taken off the door, and there is Xiao'er's hoarse cry in his ears, probably after crying for a long time, his voice has weakened.

Every time Fu Yuanxiao shouted, Xiao Ji's heart would be in severe pain, and the pain would be so painful that it could not be ignored.

From the afternoon until the time of the lamp, the child has not yet been born.

Fu Yuanxiao's voice became weaker and weaker.

Baozhu suddenly pushed open the door and ran out, crying and said, "Master, Wen Po said that the girl has a difficult birth, and I am afraid that she will not be able to save any of them." ”

Fu Yunting's feet were soft when he heard that he had a difficult birth, and he almost fell to the ground.

Xiaoxiao's mother died in childbirth, and he will always remember that scene.

Now my daughter is also having a difficult birth, what can I do?

In ancient times, there was no caesarean section, and it was easy to have two lives in one body due to dystocia.

"Butler, go get a doctor."

"Yes, sir." The housekeeper hurried to the doctor.

Of course, Feng Yulan also understood, looking at the closed door with a sad face, why was it difficult to give birth?

Fu Yinshuang was scared when she heard about dystocia, and the doctor checked that there was no problem, how could it be dystocia? Fetal misposition?

Or is the fetus too large?

It shouldn't be, I don't eat much at night, and my belly is smaller than others, so how big will the fetus be?

Xiao Ji heard that she couldn't wait any longer, so she pushed open the door and wanted to go in, but was stopped by Baozhu.

"Lord Wang, you can't go in."

"Get out!" Xiao Ji pushed away the orb and strode in.

The center of gravity of the orb is unstable and it falls directly to the ground.

After Xiao Ji entered, he saw Fu Yuanxiao on the bed as if he had been fished out of the water, his whole body was soaked, and his hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his skin.

The skin is already fair, pale without a trace of blood.

"Xiao'er." Xiao Ji held her hand, sat down on the edge of the bed, and took out a square handkerchief from her arms with the other hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead.

Wen Po was already a little panicked, but she was even more panicked when she saw Xiao Ji coming in.

"Lord Wang, why did you come in? You can't come in. ”

Xiao Ji shouted angrily: "You shut up the king, if the princess misses the slightest, the king will let you be buried with you." ”

Wen Po was frightened by the word burial, and the mother had a difficult birth, which was not something she could decide.

Besides, once you have a difficult birth, it is difficult to keep it back.

The most serious one corpse and two lives.

After Xiao Ji finished his cruel words, he retracted his gaze and looked at Fu Yuanxiao, seeing that her bloodless lips were slightly open, overflowing with painful moans.

Fu Yuanxiao saw Xiao Ji and opened his mouth, "Xiao Ji, my stomach hurts so much, and the child hasn't been born yet." ”

A weak voice that you can't hear unless you listen carefully.

"Don't be afraid, Xiao'er, it'll be fine."

Xiao Ji tried to hug her, but was stopped by Wen Po.

"Lord, you better go out, the princess has a difficult birth, but you can't be sloppy."

Wen Po got up and walked over as she spoke, pressing Fu Yuanxiao's stomach with her bloodstained hands.

Every time he pressed it, Fu Yuanxiao would cry out in pain.

"Ah!! It hurts! ”

Xiao Ji saw Wen Po's actions and shouted angrily, "What are you doing?" Didn't you see her crying out in pain? ”

Wen Po hurriedly explained: "Lord, the child is stuck there, if it is not born in time, not only will the child die, but the princess will also die." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Ji looked at Fu Yuanxiao's belly, and watched Wen Po press her stomach one after another, as if she wanted to squeeze the child out.

"This king is here to help you."

Xiao Ji said and walked over.

Wen Po just lacks a strong helper.

"Then pay attention to the prince."

"Hmm."

Under the instructions of Wen Po, Xiao Ji learned Wen Po's technique to press Fu Yuanxiao's stomach.

Her moans of pain could be heard with every touch.

Each sound was like a steel needle piercing Xiao Ji's heart.

Finally, a baby's cry echoed through the room.

Wen Po looked at the doll in her hand and happily reported the good news, "Lord Wang, I was born, and I am a son." ”

Xiao Ji also breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't go to see the child, but looked at Fu Yuanxiao.

At this time, her face was as white as a piece of paper, and she was lying there weakly.

"Xiao'er." Xiao Ji took her name in a panic, "Xiao'er, I gave birth to a boy." ”

Fu Yuanxiao reluctantly opened her eyes, looked at Xiao Ji, and smiled lightly when she heard him say that the moment the child was born.

My stomach hurt for a long time and I didn't feel it, and I didn't even feel it when the child was born.

She only felt relieved.

It's finally born.

Wen Po packed the child and took it out to say goodbye.

"Master, the child was born, and it was a boy."

When Fu Yunting heard that the child was born, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Show me." ”

Wen Po hugged the child over, "Master, look, the child is very beautiful." ”

Fu Yunting looked down at the child in his arms, this is his grandson, he has a grandson.

Several other people also gathered around, looking at the baby who had just made a sound, and couldn't help but want to tease twice.

It's a pity that the baby was born and cried for a while, and then fell asleep again, ignoring them.

"The baby is like a supper, and it must be beautiful when it grows up." Fu Yinshuang looked at the baby's eyebrows and said with a smile.

"Of course." Fu Yunting looked at the sleeping baby, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

At this time, the housekeeper rushed over with the doctor.

"Master, the doctor is here."

As soon as the words fell, Baozhu ran out crying again, "Master, it's not good, the girl is bleeding heavily." ”

The joy on Fu Yunting's face disappeared instantly when he heard this, and he ordered: "Doctor, go in and save my daughter, as long as my daughter is okay, I will give you ten thousand gold." ”

As soon as the doctor heard about Wanjin, no matter what, he was going to save it desperately.

Inside the house, Xiao Ji looked at the blood on his hands, stunned for a long time, dystocia, and hemorrhage......

These words are not unfamiliar in the palace.

How many women have died of hemorrhage in childbirth?

Good night spicy babies!

(End of chapter)