Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

"Yes! This subordinate will do it right away!" Shoujun Dashi took over the list without any surprise. Since he was beaten that night, the attitude of His Highness Left Minister has completely changed. This makes Shoujun Dashi very happy, and he should treat the enemy like this Kill everything, everything in the Zuofu Palace is good, but sometimes it is still a bit soft-hearted.

After dealing with the affairs, Wang Wenzuo went to visit Qiyu. Like most pregnant women, she became more sensitive, irritable, and even a little anxious. Wang Wenzuo had to spend more time with her, but he It's sweet, after all, this is my first child. From a modern perspective, this is a matter of course.

"Sanlang, you are here!" Hearing the voice, Qiyu lifted his upper body with great effort, trying to sit up from the brocade couch, Wang Wenzuo hurried forward to support him: "You are heavy, you don't have to get up, just keep lying down yes!"

"I've been lying down all day, but I'm getting more and more tired!" Saitama complained.

"It's windy now!" Wang Wenzuo looked outside: "When the wind calms down, I'll help you take a walk in the yard to loosen your muscles and bones!"

"Okay!" Qiyu smiled sweetly. She did not choose wrongly. Since she was sensible, she had never seen a man who would be so obedient and attentive to his pregnant wife; It would be good to visit for a while. Many recognized "good men" would seek comfort in the arms of a maid when their wives were pregnant, and no one thought there was anything wrong with doing so, but Saburo didn't do this. He was really lucky.

"Is there a lot going on outside today?"

"It's just some trivial matters, and it will be dealt with in a while!" Wang Wenzuo said while peeling the oranges: "It's just that more and more children are born and warriors are waiting outside the Sitianwang Temple. It's not beautiful!"

"Oh? How many samurai are there?" Saitama asked with great interest.

"Yesterday, there were seven or eight hundred people, and it's increasing every day. It's not surprising that you had 2000 people on the day you gave birth!"

"They are conscientious, and I didn't reward them in vain!" Saitama smiled happily: "Saburo, haven't you already started minting coins? When my child is born, each of the samurai waiting outside Reward a gold coin from my treasury!"

"Oh? You are so generous!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile, "That's fine, just make a commemorative coin!"

"Commemorative coins?"

"Yes! It's a special kind of coin that can engrave a baby's head on the mint model to commemorate the birth of our child! What do you think?" Wang Wenzuo laughed.

"Okay, this method is good! Let's mint commemorative coins, first minting [-] pieces!" Qiyu was overjoyed when he heard this.

"It's simple, let me tell Liu Chongguang, and it will be fine in a day or two!"

"In this way, people thousands of years later will know us as a child and remember us!" Qiyu looked forward to the future, and suddenly her cheeks twitched slightly, and she subconsciously grasped Wang Wenzuo's hand: " Saburo, the child is moving, it hurts!"

"Quick, where is the doctor, call the doctor!" Wang Wenzuo grabbed Qiyu's hand with one hand and shouted loudly. The doctor who was waiting outside hurried in and began to diagnose Qiyu's pulse. Qiyu's pain became more and more serious. A moan of pain occurred.

"How is it? Doctor?" Wang Wenzuo asked in a low voice.

"Judging from the pulse condition, Your Majesty is about to give birth?" The doctor asked in a not-so-sure tone.

"Production? So fast?" Wang Wenzuo asked, "Didn't you say there are seven or eight days left?"

"This is just a villain's estimate, it's just a rough idea, it can't be accurate!" The doctor smiled bitterly: "It's normal for a few days earlier and later!"

"Okay!" Wang Wenzuo thought about it. It is not surprising that the doctor's expected date of delivery is a few days wrong in modern society, let alone in ancient times. He held the doctor's hand and said, "Everything is entrusted to you. To put it bluntly, if the mother and child are safe, I will reward you with as much silver as you weigh!"

The doctor heard Wang Wenzuo's reward, but there was no joy on his face. He said solemnly: "Please rest assured, Mr. Doctor, the parents of doctors, no matter whether there is reward or not, the villain will do his best. Now please let no one wait. Get out, and prepare more hot water and clean linen!"

"Understood!" Wang Wenzuo nodded: "I'm counting on you!"

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Outside Shitennoji Temple.

"Horse!" Namba Heiroku said, he picked up a shriveled orange from the ground, and tossed it between his hands.

"Throw it out!" A dark-faced man next to him urged, "I don't believe he can hit it!"

"You must hand over the reins of the horse, at least to the arbitrator!" Namba Heiroku said: "Otherwise, why should I throw the oranges out!"

The black-faced man looked at the traces standing aside and saw the red stalk. This unattractive man was slowly selecting feather arrows in his quiver, and then put them on the bowstring. He couldn't help regretting the bet, but Stubbornness is still supporting him and he refuses to retreat: "Your friend is standing too close, so if he shoots an arrow when you throw it, it will be easy to shoot!"

Namba Heiroku looked back at his old master and said, "You obviously didn't say that just now!"

The black-faced man was secretly happy, and said loudly: "It was just now, and now is now. If your friend refuses to back down, I won't bet!"

"Is this okay?" Jijian Chizuru took a few steps back, and the distance between Namba Heiroku and Namba Heiroku increased to twelve or thirteen meters.

"No, no, it has to go further!" The black-faced man shouted.

There was booing from the crowd, Chi Jian calmly took another four or five steps back, and then stopped.The black-faced man wanted to make Chi Jian retreat a bit, but the invisible pressure from all around made him dare not say anything, so he nodded reluctantly: "Well, this distance is almost the same!"

"Horse, rein!" Namba Heiroku reminded, the black-faced man reluctantly handed over the reins of his horse to a majestic middle-aged man next to him, and the middle-aged man said loudly: "It's time to start, I shot Ma Gui." This one!" He pointed at Namba Heiroku, "If the shot is missed, the horse will be returned to its owner, and this one will have to take out five silver coins, and all present are witnesses!"

"Here, five silver coins!" Namba Heiroku took out five silver coins from his pocket and handed them to the middle-aged man. Cheers and cheers came from all around, and some people placed bets on the ongoing gambling game.

"Here we come." Namba Heiroku took a light step, turned around, threw his arms out, and threw the orange into the mist on the sea not far away.I saw the oranges flying far and fast... But it was not as good as the arrow that roared from behind. The one-meter-long wooden shaft was studded with eagle feathers.Many people didn't see whether the arrow hit the orange, but they heard the sound.A slight muffled sound echoed on the sea, followed by the sound of falling into the water.

"It's right on target, the horse is mine!" Namba Heiroku jumped up and whistled.

"Who said it was shot, why didn't I see it!" The black-faced man shouted weakly: "It can only be considered a tie, return the horse to me!"

"Although I didn't see it clearly, there was only one sound of falling into the water. If the shot missed, there should have been two falling into the water!" The majestic middle-aged man rejected the black-faced man's trickery, and gave Namba Hirao the reins and silver coins. Sixth, he sternly said to the black-faced man: "It seems that you are also a warrior who came here for His Majesty's soon-to-be-born child? How can you not even give up the face of a warrior for a horse?"

Facing the middle-aged man's scolding, the black-faced man weakly lowered his head.Seeing Chi Qiao approaching, he untied a large water bag from the saddle, took out the plug and smelled it: "Is it wine?"

"Yes, it's wine! It's good wine from my hometown!" The dark-faced man replied angrily, "Now it's all yours. I raised this beast since I was a child. Treat it better and feed it more beans!"

Seeing that Chi Yan didn't speak, he took a sip of the wine and said with a smile: "This tastes really good. Come on, everyone, have a drink. I hope God and Buddha will bless you. Your Majesty will give birth to a strong boy and continue to lead us to fight!"

Cheers erupted from the crowd, wine bags were passed among the crowd, and everyone who drank the wine cheered loudly and prayed loudly.Seeing that Akatsuki took the rein from Namba Heiroku, walked up to the black-faced man, and handed it over.The black-faced man looked at him in astonishment: "What are you doing?"

"Return it to you! I can see that you love your horse very much and take good care of it, at least better than me, so I will give it back to you!"

The black-faced man's lips trembled slightly, and it could be seen that he was so excited that he didn't know what to say for a while!Seeing that Chi Yan patted him on the shoulder: "If you don't know what to say, let's have a few more drinks together later!"

Just as the black-faced man nodded vigorously, a man quickly ran out from the temple gate, stood on a high place and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty has started giving birth!"

"what?"

"Why so fast, didn't I hear that there are still a few days left?"

"Did something happen? This is not a good thing!"

The crowd passed through a commotion, and everyone had an uneasy expression on their faces. Different from the samurai groups such as Genji, Hira, and Fujiwara (samurai) hundreds of years later, although these samurai today are skilled in martial arts and riding It is already very good, but it is not like the samurai group of later generations that has formed a strict organization around the "expensive species" as the core. Thank you, all this did not exist at the time.

These samurai exist around Wang Wenzuo and Qiyu, but sooner or later Wang Wenzuo will leave the country of Wa. Qitama is a woman and cannot lead the army in person. Naturally, these samurai regard the child who is about to be born as the only hope. If this If there is an accident for the children, they will fall back into the hopeless state of the past.

"Don't panic!" The majestic middle-aged man just now shouted loudly: "It's normal for a woman to give birth a day or two sooner or later, so please calm down. Your Majesty is the descendant of Amaterasu, the Great Goddess of Zuofu. There are also people with strong luck in the temple, how could their children be so easy to have accidents? Everyone will be on duty in the four directions according to the original arrangement, and use our bravery and loyalty to resist the intrusion of ghosts and gods!"

"Correct!"

"Don't panic, everyone calm down!"

"Each side guards the Quartet, put on armor and hold a bow, and serve the public faithfully!"

When everyone heard the news, they armed themselves and stood guard around the Sitianwang Temple to resist imaginary ghosts and gods and protect their masters who were about to be born.

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Inside Shitennoji Temple.

Three or four hours have passed since Wen Po and the doctor entered the monastery, but there has been no news, only the maid who came out to fetch hot soup from time to time.Wang Wenzuo, who was waiting outside, also became more and more anxious. He sent people in several times to inquire, and the message he got was that His Majesty's condition was fine, but he was in some pain. Please wait patiently in the Zuofu Hall.He wanted to go in and have a look, but was firmly stopped by his subordinates—at that time, both the Tang Dynasty and the Japanese people regarded women's delivery rooms as filthy places, so it's better not to go in as a man.

"Come here, prepare some fish porridge and soup!" Wang Wenzuo said, "Let Dr. Wenpo come out to eat some in turn. If Qiyu can eat, eat some too. Only when he is full will he have strength!"

"Yes!"

"Ming Gong!" Fujiwara Bubi whispered.

"what's up?"

Fujiwara Bubi looked left and right, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "If something happens to your Majesty, you must be fully prepared!"

Wang Wenzuo didn't speak. Of course he knew what Fujiwara Bubi meant by "what if". Before the advent of modern medicine, childbirth was a hell of a thing for women all over the world, and it was extremely dangerous.Therefore, in the Middle Ages, widows who had given birth to children were sometimes more popular than unmarried women—widows who had given birth to children had proved that they could have children and knew how to give birth, so they were naturally more popular than unmarried women who had no experience. welcome.It would be great for Qiyu if the mother and child were safe, but if an accident happened halfway and both the mother and child died, or the mother died and the child survived, it would be a big trouble for Wang Wenzuo.

"Is there anything you can do, Bijun?"

"If your majesty is unlucky and a child survives, you can follow the example of Duke Zhou and help the child succeed!"

"Then if even the child—" Wang Wenzuo couldn't continue, after all, it sounded like cursing his own flesh and blood.

"I have already prepared a baby boy, which was born two days ago!" Fujiwara Bubi said in a low voice: "If there is an emergency, you can—"

Wang Wenzuo looked at Fujiwara in surprise. These guys have really improved by leaps and bounds in the matter of "not being human" after they came to him!Saitama is still lying on the bed fighting for his own child. These bastards have already prepared their "preparation son". It would be great if Saitama can survive this test. The ready baby goes on top.

"It's too early to say these things now!" Wang Wenzuo suppressed the discomfort in his heart: "You do your own things well, don't stretch your hands too far, or you will lose your fingers!"