Chapter 310: The County Lord's Silence

"Congratulations to Mrs. Wang, you are a little princess!"

Wen Po cleaned the premature baby doll, wrapped it up and congratulated it with a smile.

But Silent Yao didn't move, still kneeling there holding Helan's hand, and the child didn't even look at it.

He shook his head silently, his eyes stained with tears, "No more, no more, thank you......"

"Thank you......"

He never knew that giving birth to a child was like this, bleeding so much, he could feel how much pain it should be when he heard Helan's screams.

Thinking of when Ah Jue gave birth, it was the first time for He Lan, and it should be more painful than this time, and just after giving birth to Ah Jue, He Lan seemed to have fought with the former female monarch of the Northern Kingdom.

One can imagine how helpless she must have been at that time.

Thinking of what Ah Jue once said, maybe she was really walking on thin ice at that time.

Helan fell asleep.

The doctor said that Helan lost too much blood, but it was not life-threatening, that is, the loss was too much, the miscarriage a few years ago actually left the root of the disease, and the last birth did not recover well, and now this time, it is directly injured to the body, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to get pregnant again in the future.

Listening to these words, Shi Yao did not feel sad about not being able to have any more children, but was relieved.

Just remembering all the things in the past few years, he lowered his eyebrows and sighed, and ordered to leave: "Bring all the good things in the eastern kingdom to replenish your body, and then tie Bai Yixuan to the palace." ”

If you want to leave the order, you can do it immediately.

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He Lan didn't know how long she had been asleep, and when she opened her eyes, there was no one around.

There was a sense of loss in my heart.

But I vaguely smelled the smell of decoction.

In the courtyard, Lin Yao squatted next to the medicine jar, holding a fan to decoct the medicine himself, while in the pavilion, Bai Yixuan was carefully weighing the tonic medicine, folding and tying up the bags.

And Ah Jue is taking care of the flowers in the yard and raising the flowers that his mother takes care of carefully.

"Ahem, cough, cough......" He Lan coughed, feeling that his mouth was dry.

Lonely Yao's ears and eyes were clear, and he heard it at once, and strode in with a fan, and saw He Lan sitting up.

Helan looked up, almost holding back a laugh.

The man standing at the door still had the demeanor of the past, his hair was messy, his face was gray, he was holding a fan in his hand, and he was staring at her with a stunned expression.

"I want to drink water." She gestured to the teapot on the table.

Lonely Yao was stunned for a long time, threw the fan on the ground, and wiped his hand on his clothes several times before pouring water.

I don't know if it's too nervous or something, I poured a glass of water two or three times before it was poured, and I either spilled it or didn't carry it steadily.

Finally handed the water to He Lan, and Lonely Yao stood in place with a sense of déjà vu.

After He Lan drank the water, he looked up and asked him steadily, "Boys and girls?" ”

Hearing this, Shan Yao remembered that small lump, and the corners of his mouth cracked a little arc, "Girl." ”

So Helan breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway, she can be regarded as giving Shanyao a pair of children, satisfied.

"How long have I been lying down?"

"It's been half a month."

He Lan was taken aback: "For so long? ”

"Hmm."

"And how do I eat and drink water?" Helan wondered.

Silent Yao didn't answer at this time, turned around and walked to the door, picked up the fan and went out to decoct the medicine.

Ah Jue heard the voice and ran in, hugging He Lan tightly, "Mother, you are finally awake!" ”

"Good." He Lan touched his son's head, "What about your sister?" ”

"My sister is sleeping."

He Lan frowned kindly, "What's my sister's name?" ”

Ah Jue looked up, "Silence." ”

"Which memory?"

"Daddy said it was a memory of memories."