Crazy criticism of powerful ministers, he always pretends to be a good person

Chapter 226

Fu Yunting heard his daughter's heart-piercing cries, feeling anxious and distressed.

"Xiaoxiao is crying like this, will something happen?"

Feng Yulan took Fu Yunting's hand and comforted her: "Master, Xiaoxiao will be fine, she should be born soon."

"Xiaoxiao is still so young, and it is the first time to have a baby, so she will definitely be very scared." Fu Yunting knew that her daughter had been timid since she was a child. Although she is 16 years old now, she is still a child.

Fu Yinshuang had never had a child, and when she heard her sister crying in pain, she couldn't help but tightly grasped Xiao Che's hand, and didn't know it hurt when she scratched Xiao Che.

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

Looking at Fu Yinshuang again, she looked nervous, as if she was the one who gave birth.

He held her hand and comforted her: "Shuang'er, don't be nervous, it will be fine."

Fu Yinshuang said: "What you said is simple, having a baby is a big deal."

"I know, Xiaoxiao will definitely make mother and child safe." Xiao Che hugged her into his arms.

Fu Yinshuang looked up at Xiao Che, "Do you like children?"

Xiao Che paused when he heard that, and said with a smile, "Of course I like it."

Fu Yinshuang also felt that Xiao Che liked children, who wouldn't want to be a father?
She didn't think there was anything scary about having a baby before.

But now, when she heard Xiaoxiao crying like that, she started to get scared.

It's too scary.

Xiao Ji has been standing at the door of the room without taking his eyes off the door, Xiao'er's hoarse crying is heard next to his ears, maybe his voice has weakened after crying for a long time.

Every time Fu Yuanxiao yelled, Xiao Ji's heart would be in great pain, so painful that he couldn't ignore it.

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

Fu Yuanxiao's voice became weaker and weaker.

Baozhu suddenly opened the door and ran out, crying and said: "Master, Mrs. Wen said that the girl has a difficult labor, and I'm afraid she won't be able to keep one of them."

Fu Yunting's legs went limp when he heard the dystocia, and he almost fell to the ground.

Xiaoxiao's mother died of dystocia, and he will always remember that scene.

Now my daughter is also having a difficult delivery, what should I do?
In ancient times, there was no caesarean section, and dystocia could easily kill two people.

"Housekeeper, go get the doctor quickly."

"It's the master." The housekeeper hurried to invite the doctor.

Of course Feng Yulan also understood, looking sadly at the closed door, why is it difficult to give birth?
When Fu Yinshuang heard about dystocia, she was terrified. The doctor's examination showed that there was no problem. How could it be dystocia? The fetal position is not right?

Or is the fetus too big?

It shouldn't be, Xiaoxiao doesn't eat much, and her stomach is smaller than others, so where will the fetus be?

When Xiao Ji heard that the dystocia could not wait any longer, he pushed open the door and wanted to go in, but was stopped by Baozhu.

"My lord, you can't go in."

"Get out!" Xiao Ji pushed the orb away with all his strength, and strode in.

The orb's center of gravity was unstable, and it fell directly to the ground.

After Xiao Ji went in, 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 in sweat and stuck to his skin.

The already fair skin was pale without a trace of blood.

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

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

"My lord, why did you come in? You can't come in."

Xiao Ji yelled angrily: "Shut up for me. If the princess makes a slight mistake, I will let you be buried with me."

Wen Po was very frightened by the word "buried with her", and the mother had dystocia, which was not something she could decide.

Besides, once a child is born, it is difficult to keep it back.

The most serious one dead and two dead.

After Xiao Ji finished speaking harshly, she looked back at Fu Yuanxiao, watching her bloodless lips slightly parted, and a painful groan overflowed.

Seeing Xiao Ji, Fu Yuanxiao opened his mouth, "Xiao Ji, my stomach hurts so much, the baby hasn't been born yet."

Weak voice, you can't hear it unless you listen carefully.

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

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

"My lord, you'd better go out, the concubine has a difficult delivery, so don't be sloppy."

Wen Po said as she got up and walked over, pressing Fu Yuanxiao's stomach with her blood-stained hands.

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

"Ah!!! It hurts!"

Seeing Wen Po's actions, Xiao Ji shouted angrily, "What are you doing? Didn't you see her screaming for pain?"

Wen Po hurriedly explained: "My lord, the child is stuck there. If the child is not born in time, not only the child will die, but the princess will also die."

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

"My king is here to help you."

Xiao Ji walked over as he spoke.

Wen Po just needs a strong helper.

"Then be careful, my lord."

"Ah."

Under Wen Po's instruction, Xiao Ji imitated Wen Po's way of pressing Fu Yuanxiao's stomach.

You could hear her moaning in pain with every click.

Every sound is like a steel needle piercing into Xiao Ji's heart.

Finally, the cry of a baby resounded throughout the room.

Wen Po looked at the doll in her hand and happily announced the good news, "My lord, you have given birth to a son."

Xiao Ji also breathed a sigh of relief, instead of looking at the child, he looked at Fu Yuanxiao.

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

"Xiao'er." Xiao Ji whispered her name in panic, "Xiao'er, a boy was born."

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

My stomach hurts so much that I lost consciousness, and I didn't even feel it when the baby was born.

She just felt relieved.

Finally born.

Wen Po packed the baby and brought it out to congratulate her.

"My lord, the child is born, and it is a boy."

Fu Yunting breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the baby was born, "Show me."

Mrs. Wen carried the child over, "Master, look, the child looks very beautiful."

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

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

It's a pity that the baby cried for a while after birth, and then fell asleep again, so I ignored them.

"The baby is like Xiaoxiao, it must be very beautiful when it grows up." Fu Yinshuang looked at the baby's eyebrows and smiled.

"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 butler rushed over with the doctor.

"Master, the doctor is here."

As soon as the words finished, Bao Zhu 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, hurry up and save my daughter, as long as my daughter is fine, I will give you ten thousand gold."

When the doctor heard about Wan Jin, no matter what, he would try his best to save him.

Inside the house, Xiao Ji stared at the blood on his hand, and was stunned for a long time, dystocia, bleeding...

These words are not new in the palace.

How many women died because of dystocia and hemorrhage?

　Good night babies!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)