No concubine, black-bellied princess

Chapter 238 Fu 11
Tang Qianqian suddenly realized that she might be about to give birth.

When she came out of Fengyi Palace, she felt pain in her body. At that time, she was concerned about asking about Shao Cong, but forgot that she was most likely in labor pain.

By the way, Shao Cong, Shao Cong...

He lied to her!
If Shaocong was fine, how could he hide it from her!
"No, I won't give birth—"

Tang Qianqian struggled, tears streaming down unconsciously.

Nan Yaoyu looked cold, and forcibly held her down.

"Tang Qianqian, what are you talking about!"

Tang Qianqian cried aloud. She didn't know whether it was the pain in her body or the pain in her heart. She grabbed Nan Yaoyu's skirt,

"... Shao Cong... I, gave birth to... Shao Cong, so, just... I can't come back..."

"..."

Nan Yaoyu gritted his teeth,
In the ears, the anxious footsteps outside the hall are stepping in.

He stared at the person in his arms, his eyes were red, "Tang Shaocong is just missing! Or do you want him to die at all!!"

"Tang Qianqian, you must give birth to him! Don't forget that he is Fu'er! —— Fuze's blessing! Tang Shaocong will live only if he is born properly!!"

Tang Qianqian struggled for a while.

At this time, the imperial physician and others outside the door had already arrived outside the screen, Tong Zi carefully changed her voice, "Your Majesty!"

Nan Yaoyu ignored them, he just looked at the person in front of him, while wiping the sweat and tears from her face, he whispered in her ear,

"Listen, clear, clear?"

The bursts of pain passed for a while,
Tang Qianqian stared at Nan Yaoyu with tears in her eyes.

Fuer... Shao Cong...

Suddenly, the pain came again.

Tang Qianqian cried out in pain.

"Well--"

Tang Qianqian bit something hard, and when the pain passed a little, Tang Qianqian realized that her mouth was scarlet.

"Is it better?"

Nan Yaoyu asked softly in her ear.

Tang Qianqian nodded, she saw that the back of Nan Yaoyu's hand had been bitten by her to leave a ring of bloodstains.

"emperor--"

Tong Zi couldn't help shouting again.

The imperial physicians have already arrived, if the emperor doesn't come out, how can he diagnose the queen!
Nan Yaoyu collected herself, reached out and stroked her head, "I'll be waiting for you outside!"

"Remember, I am waiting for you!!"

Tang Qian took a deep breath and nodded.

Nan Yaoyu squeezed her shoulder, got up and left.

The door of the temple is closed.

There was a lot of hustle and bustle inside.

"The empress is impatient, she is about to give birth!"

"Make soup and decoct it for the empress..."

"Ginseng slices with serving..."

"..."

A hoarse cry of pain came out through the window lattice.

At the door, the maidservants passing in and out were holding hot water and warm cloths in their hands.

In the arena, the emperor in dragon robes turned his back to the palace gate.

He lowered his head, looking at his hands under the sleeves.

On the back of his hand, the clear bite marks rubbed under his fingertips.

Every blow echoed the pain in the window lattice.

The corners of Nan Yaoyu's mouth gradually became condensed, and his eyes were also deep and hard to distinguish.

Tong Zi, who followed Nan Yaoyu closely, looked at the expression on his master's face, and he was careful not to take a breath.

Outside the Palace of Political Affairs, there is a palace wall.

Situ Kong and Nangong Jue stood silently, listening to the painful cries inside, even they couldn't help trembling.

I have long heard that it is especially painful for women to give birth, but I did not expect that——

The two looked at each other.

Situ Kong: What should I do?
Nangong Jue: If you don't know, how would I know!

Situ Kong sighed silently, pulled Nangong Jue and retreated.

The Yizheng Hall is the place where the previous dynasty discussed affairs. Although the queen empress is the mother of the dynasty, she can't give birth to bloody things in this kind of place——

Depending on the situation, this kind of thing can only be borne by him, the future prime minister!

Of course, some guy wanted to sneak out, but there was no door!

It was just the movement across the wall, which Tong Zi could hear clearly.

Silently giving a thumbs up to the two courtiers who supported the emperor, Tong Zi carefully aimed at her master again.

After the gate of the palace was closed, the master had been standing here for an hour.

Now, the sun is about to set.

Tong Zi glanced at the west where the sky was full of colorful clouds, feeling a little worried.

The master is worried about the queen, he knows it, but the master doesn't eat or drink, so he really doesn't know what to do.

At this time, there was a scream in the hall.

Tongzi shuddered, and watched her master Huo De turn around, blowing up the cold wind.

Tong Zi followed closely, her ears pricked up, lest she miss the slightest sound.

It's just that in the hall, there was an instant silence.

The master's face suddenly darkened.

The next moment, just as the master was about to step on the steps of the palace gate, there was a cry from inside the palace.

And almost at the same time, the gate of the palace seemed to be dazzling.

Then came the sound of surprise.

"Congratulations to the emperor and queen, you are a prince!"

Tang Qianqian only felt pain.

Bursts of pain came up along the cracks in the bones.

The pain was so extreme that she almost wanted to hit the wall and die.

She had read women's books about childbirth, and she had also told him about it, so he could say something to calm her down when she was heartbroken, and let her concentrate on the battle of childbirth.

She knows she shouldn't be distracted.

She understands that Fu'er is her life.

But Shao Cong, Shao Cong...

She gritted her teeth, and told herself over and over again when the pain hit her that she wanted to give birth to Fu'er safely, and she wanted Shao Cong to live.

There is a saying in the world that life is death.

To be alive means to die.

But Fu'er is not an ordinary person, he has the blood of the real Dragon Emperor on his body!

So - Tang Shaocong will live only if he is born properly! !
The soup, she drank it.

Ginseng, she has in her mouth.

She worked hard and had no distracting thoughts, she just wanted to give birth to Fu'er desperately.

Pain, then numbness.

Strength, like flowing water, disappears.

When the last breath of strength in the body is exhausted.

She finally heard the voice of surprise in her ear,
—— "Congratulations to the emperor and queen, you are a prince!"

Fuer---

The corner of Tang Qianqian's mouth curled up.

Fall into darkness.

There seemed to be an exclamation in his ear.

"It's not good, the empress is bleeding—"

The spring of the second year of Emperor Yuan.

In the palace, the Palace of Political Affairs.

Bright lights.

After the dragon case, the emperor in a dragon robe was writing furiously.Under the bright lights, the emperor's face was still handsome, but there was a look of fatigue between his brows, but the fatigue was clear.

At this time, a cup of tea was served.

The emperor, who was busy writing, paused, and the emperor raised his eyes and looked at the cup.

Tong Zi, who was serving beside her, moved the corners of her lips, but did not speak.

The corner of the emperor's lips curled up, and he put down his pen.Pick up that cup of tea.

The tea tastes luscious.

It was the smell he was most familiar with.

The emperor first took a small sip, sipped it, and finally drank it down.

The emperor put down the cup, and Tong Zi stepped forward to take it down.

"Where's Fu'er?" the emperor asked.

Tong Zi replied, "My daughter was coaxed to sleep!"

The emperor nodded, then picked up the pen, and was about to continue writing.

Just a sudden headache.

The emperor rubbed his forehead with his hand, and Tong Zi was about to go forward.

The emperor stopped.

"Go down first!"

"……Yes!"

Tongzi agreed and withdrew.

When the door of the temple is closed.

The emperor got up from behind the dragon case, passed through several screens, and arrived at a small side hall.

Inside the hall.

But the simple tables and chairs, the most eye-catching thing is the large soft couch.

The emperor walked over, lay down on the soft couch, closed his eyes and took a nap.

Fragments poured in, as always.

It seems to be a dream, and it seems to have really happened.

She looked at him tearfully.

Her throbbing tears.

There were clear bloodstains on the back of his hand she bit.

Also, she was lying in his arms covered in blood...

The emperor opened his eyes.

In the sharp eyes, there seemed to be a trace of bewilderment.

After a while, the emperor still got up.

Sit back to the dragon case again.

Keep busy.

Across the hall door, Tong Zi listened to the voice inside, with bitterness and hatred on his face.

Sighing, Tong Zi greeted a follower beside him, and said a few words in a low voice.

The follower was about to retreat in response, at this moment, there seemed to be footsteps coming from outside.

Tongzi opened her eyes wide and looked over. After seeing the person coming, she almost cried, "General, you are here! The servant is going to find you!"

The armor on that person seemed to be the attire of the commander of the Royal Forest Army in the palace.

He looked at Tong Zi, then at the closed palace door, nodded, walked to the door, opened it and entered.

Tong Zi guarded the door, silently heaving a sigh of relief.

Looking up, the bright moon in the sky is emitting a hazy halo, like a dream.

... This master is here, the master should be going to bed soon!

The temple door opens.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the emperor frowned slightly, but then the corners of his mouth hooked up.

"You came!"

"Yes!"

The man cupped his hands and fisted.

The emperor put down the pen and stretched his arms left and right to relieve fatigue.

"No problem, I won't take my body lightly!" said the emperor.

The man promised, "I know, but the emperor can't let the people around me worry too much!"

The emperor's expression changed, and there seemed to be a gloomy flash in his eyes.

"You're right, I'm going to rest now!"

The emperor got up, got up from behind the dragon case, and walked to the man.

He raised his hand and patted the man on the shoulder.

"Your Majesty, I have something to ask for!"

The man turned sideways, facing the emperor.

Under the bright candlelight, the man's face was clearly reflected in the emperor's eyes.

Handsome as the moon, with beautiful eyebrows, there is a faint and familiar shadow in it.

He is Tang Shaocong.

"What is it?" asked the emperor.

Tang Shaocong said, "I want to see my sister tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)