The poisonous concubine allures the city, the ghost king loves the sky

Chapter 412 Zhaoping Dystocia
Facing the long sword rushing towards him, Gong Moran suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, the sadness in his laughter implied unknown sadness.

He roared loudly: "Feng Wuxie, Feng Wuxie, hahahaha...you hate me so much...you hate me so much...hahaha..."

His chest seemed to be filled with thousands of boulders, and he was about to explode when he was full, and the true energy in his body wandered around uncontrollably.

With a wow, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Gong Moran's eyes were flushed with blood, his messy hair was flying behind his head, and the clothes on his body were rattling under the surge of true energy.

With his appearance, everyone who was shocked did not dare to go forward. Some bold people were shaken out by Gong Moran before they rushed to his side with their swords in hand.

The body fell ten feet away, blood was spit out from the mouth, and he lost his breath.

"He, he, he has lost his temper." With the previous example, everyone did not dare to be careless, and they stopped moving forward with their swords raised, and retreated one after another.

Gong Moran's eyes were bloodshot, he couldn't remember who he was, and he didn't know why he appeared here, when he thought about it for a while, his head felt as if it was exploding.

"Kill, kill..." Gong Moran waved the sword in his hand mechanically, Gong Moran didn't know what he was doing, and there was only one thought in his mind, kill them all, kill them all.

Wherever Jian Guang went, there were countless casualties, and the warm blood sprayed on his body, almost turning him into a blood man.

The heavy rain poured down, and the cold rain washed the ground, and the blood flowed slowly like a stream, and was quickly washed away by the rain.

dong dong dong...

The alarm bell sounded from a distance, melodiously soaring into the sky, almost everyone looked up to the highest point of the tower.

There is a big bronze bell, which has not been rung for a hundred years. It is only rung when foreign enemies invade or major events happen.

Now that the bell was ringing, everyone looked at the big clock in fear, their hearts filled with fear, and they didn't understand why the bell would ring at this time.

"The flood is coming, the flood is coming..." The gut-wrenching voice echoed over the palace.

Everyone came back to their senses, only to realize that the rain under their feet was already a foot deep.

There was a rumbling sound in my ears, it was the roar of the flood breaking through the dam, whistling with the momentum of thunder.

"Run, run..."

Someone yelled, and the entire Imperial Guard immediately fled in all directions like a disintegrated beast.

But no matter how fast their legs are, how can they beat the rushing flood?
Immediately, a row of huge waves appeared above the city tower, and before the guards shouted, they were photographed head-on by the flood.

On the majestic hills, Jun Yeli and Feng Wuxie stood against the wind, looking at the scattered Xianbei army washed away by the flood, the smiles on their faces looked a bit heavy.

"If there was no war, there would not be so many sacrifices." There were countless dead bodies floating in the flood, with dead leaves and logs swirling in the water.

Feng Wuxie couldn't bear to look any longer, so she turned her head away.

"There will be such a day." Jun Yeli hugged Feng Wuxie even tighter, opened the mechanism of the hang glider, and the two left quietly.

The war that took several months finally came to an end on this day.

Three months later, in the city of Yuzhou.

Feng Wuxie was lazily sitting in front of the window, holding a book in her hand, reading with relish, she sometimes frowned, sometimes stretched, she was completely attracted by the scene in the book.

Ding Ding Deng

At the other end of the corridor, there were footsteps.

The door was suddenly pushed open, bringing a chill into the room, Dongxiang panicked and shouted loudly: "It's not good, it's not good, Madam is about to give birth..."

Hearing the voice, Feng Wuxie suddenly raised his head and looked at Dongxiang: "Isn't the due date yet? Why so soon?"

"I don't know. My wife was fine just now, but suddenly I have a stomachache." As expected, Dongxiang has been with Feng Wuxie for a long time, and she didn't panic when encountering things, and articulated the situation clearly.

"I was chatting with my wife in the room, and she suddenly complained of a stomachache. I saw that my wife turned pale from the pain, so I hurried over to call Miss."

Putting down the book in her hand, Feng Wuxie stood up with Dongxiang's support. Now she is four months pregnant and her belly is already swollen.

"Where's third uncle?" Feng Wuxie asked about the situation over there as the two walked.

"The third master has been with my wife all the time." Thinking of Zhaoping's painful cry, Dongxiang felt that the third master was a little pitiful.

Fortunately, Zhaoping's room was not far from Feng Wuxie, the two of them walked there, it was only a few minutes away, and as soon as they stepped into the courtyard door, they heard a burst of angry shouting.

"Ah...it hurts me to death, Feng Qingyun, you bastard, ah...it hurts so much..."

The corner of Feng Wuxie's mouth twitched, she silently took a moment for Feng Qingyun in her heart, walked in quickly, and pushed open the door.

Suddenly seeing a white object smashing towards her face, Feng Wuxie hastily pushed Dongxiang away, and she also dodged, only to hear a crisp bang.

The teacup shattered into countless pieces on the ground.

"It hurts so much... It hurts me to death." Zhaoping's voice continued, while Feng Qingyun stood beside her with a look of helplessness, sweating profusely.

Seeing Feng Wuxie coming in, he rushed up to meet him, his expression was more nervous than he was on the battlefield.

"Wuxie, it's good that you're here, look at Zhaoping, she can't stand the pain..."

In Feng Wuxie's impression, he had never seen Feng Qingyun have such a nervous side, if it wasn't for the wrong timing, Feng Wuxie would have laughed out loud.

"Third Uncle, don't worry, I'll take a look."

Zhaoping was lying on the bed, rolling all over the bed, seeing Feng Wuxie hurriedly stretched out his hand to her: "Help me Wuxie, I'm in so much pain..."

Feng Wuxie stepped forward, took Zhaoping's pulse, checked the fetus again, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's still early to die."

"What?" Zhaoping screamed, another wave of pain in her abdomen made her voice suddenly lower: "How long will it take?"

Zhaoping's stomach hurt, Feng Qingyun was more nervous than anyone else, and hurried forward, but before he got close to Zhaoping's body, he was kicked in the lower abdomen.

"I don't want to see you, it hurts so much... Huh?" Zhao Ping, who was still in pain a moment ago, unexpectedly disappeared after kicking Feng Qingyun's kick.

She sat up with some doubts, touched her belly, looked at Feng Qingyun, and murmured: "Why doesn't it hurt anymore?"

"Ah? Really it doesn't hurt anymore?" Feng Qingyun was also a little bit reluctant, he was a man, how could he understand the matter of women giving birth.

"It's fine if it doesn't hurt, it's fine if it doesn't hurt."

Looking at this couple, Feng Wuxie didn't know what to say, so she hurriedly pushed Feng Qingyun: "Third Uncle, time is still long, go to the kitchen and prepare some food, boil a big pot of water, Remember, don’t stop the boiling water.”

Feng Qingyun didn't understand what was going on, but Feng Wuxie was a doctor, so he would naturally listen to what she said. While walking outside, he looked at Zhaoping reluctantly: "Ma'am, I'll go back as soon as I go."

Zhaoping no longer hurts at all, nodded: "Go, go."

But as soon as Feng Qingyun left, the labor pain hit again, Zhao Ping groaned, only feeling that the pain was a little bit more intense than before.

He started to yell heart-piercingly on the bed again, Feng Wuxie saw that she was in severe pain, so he had no choice but to talk with her to distract her.

"The labor pains have just begun. During this period, you have to conserve your strength, otherwise you will lose your strength when the real birth takes place."

Zhaoping stared: "Isn't it time to give birth yet?"

Feng Wuxie sighed faintly, and said to Dongxiang, "Come and find Po Wen."

Although she is a doctor, she has absolutely no experience in childbirth, and she can relax with a stable wife.

Dongxiang nodded and hurried out.

As soon as he left the courtyard, he saw Du Chun entering the courtyard with two old ladies.

It turned out that Jun Yeli had already prepared the stable woman for fear that Zhaoping would give birth suddenly, and now it is just in time to use it.

"Why are you here?" After Wen Po entered the house, Feng Wuxie walked out. The ancients had many taboos about women giving birth, and men were not allowed to be in the delivery room.

Looking at Feng Wuxie's swollen belly, Jun Yeli's eyes softened a little, and he helped Feng Wuxie to sit aside: "You are a healthy person, don't be tired."

Although nothing could be seen on his face, Feng Wuxie could read some clues from his tone.

"What? Is something wrong?"

Nothing can escape Feng Wuxie's eyes, Jun Yeli simply doesn't know what to say to her intelligence.

Now that she already knew, she didn't plan to hide it from her anymore, nodded and said: "Yes."

"Come from the court?" Feng Wuxie asked as if he had thought of something.

The monarch of Western Chu has been away from the court for four months. Now that the war has been settled, what reason does he have for not returning to the court?
The empress dowager, who must be thousands of miles away, has already issued the final arrest warrant.

"The queen mother sent a decree, let me return to the court immediately."

Everything is as Feng Wuxie expected, while Jun Yeli is her husband, he is also a son, the king of a country.

But thinking of all the things before, Feng Wuxie's heart is as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold, how did she get out of the palace, and how did she get to where she is today.

All of this is directly related to the Queen Mother.

Now, what is in her stomach is her grandson, the next generation prince of Xichu.

Empress Dowager Chen Ning, even she can't tolerate her, can she still accommodate the child in her stomach?
It is said that tiger poison does not eat its offspring, but for Chen Ning, Feng Wuxie is not so sure.

"Then go back." Meeting Jun Yeli's worried eyes, Feng Wuxie cleared his mind in just a split second.

Rather than avoiding it, it is better to face it.

"Are you sure?" Jun Yeli couldn't understand Feng Wuxie's thoughts, she compromised so quickly, it was all for him.

"No matter how big it is, we've made it through, I don't believe it, we won't be able to get through this hurdle in front of us." Feng Wuxie smiled brightly, the confidence in his eyes was unparalleled.

Squeezing her fingertips, Jun Yeli was a little excited and didn't know what to say. He thought Feng Wuxie wouldn't go back with him, but he didn't expect Feng Wuxie to be so open-minded.

"I will definitely use the rest of my life to repay you."

(End of this chapter)