After the clearing, I became the soft bag of the fourth master

Chapter 127 Dystocia
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Wu Ling had a difficult delivery...

To be precise, it was dystocia plus premature birth...

Because of emotional fluctuations, Wu Ling gave birth more than a month earlier than normal.

But fortunately, the Mongolian Khan had already anticipated all this, and he had already prepared the midwife and all the tools needed for delivery.

It was already afternoon when the Mongolian Khan and his concubine arrived at Wu Ling's residence.

At this time, Wu Ling was still lying in the room, giving birth with difficulty.

The Mongolian Khan was anxious outside, so he asked the midwife, "How is Princess Ling?"

The midwife was also covered with sweat, her busy hands turned white, and she panted and said, "It's very strange, the cervix has not opened for a long time, but the child is pushing down hard, Princess Ling has eaten a lot If it continues like this, I'm afraid it will collapse!"

Hearing this, Mongolian Khan shuddered, and he emphasized his voice: "No matter what the price is, we must keep Princess Ling. If necessary, kill the son and keep the mother, understand?"

The Mongolian Khan doesn't care whether the child in Wuling's belly is dead or alive. He doesn't care about the child of a little prince. When Wuling is well, the Mongolian Khan can find another son-in-law for Wuling. Being the concubine of a prince is a hundred times stronger!
The Mongolian concubine held Da Khan's hand tightly, and she was also very anxious. She asked, "Da Khan, the Lingniang left because of dystocia. Do you think Wu Ling, a little girl, will follow her?" Eji, also..."

"Nonsense!" Although the Mongolian Khan stopped him verbally, he was really anxious in his heart. He held down the hand of the Mongolian concubine and urged: "Yunniang, go in and see if the child really can't give birth." Come out, just kill it directly, keeping my daughter is the most important thing!!"

"Yes... Don't worry about sweating, I'll go and see it right now..."

The Mongolian concubine got the order, and hurried in, holding her skirt.

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in the house...

It is full of the bitter taste of the soup...

Wu Ling has taken three doses of decoctions to induce labor, but it still doesn't work. The sweat on her head has already wetted her long black hair, and from the end of the black hair, sweat drips drop by drop.

The Mongolian concubine looked anxious and distressed. She sat beside Wu Ling and helped Wu Ling wipe the sweat off her head bit by bit with a handkerchief. Her voice was a little choked, because looking at Wu Ling, the Mongolian concubine seemed to see it. Back then, the soul bride, she had a painful childbirth alone in the distant Hanwu, and then died alone... All of this was her fault, and the Mongolian concubine repented endlessly.

She held Wu Ling's hand and said softly: "Son, don't worry, Erji is here with you, you will be fine."

Wu Ling raised his head slowly, and the moment he saw the Mongolian concubine again, tears fell like rain.

She cried and said to the Mongolian concubine: "Eji, it hurts so much!"

This is the first time that Wuling called the Mongolian concubine Eji. Maybe Wuling regarded her as her mother and spirit mother. No matter what, the Mongolian concubine was by Wuling's side, which made Wuling feel very warm. Very dependable.

It was this sentence, four short words, that made the Concubine Mongolia burst into tears. She stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Wu Ling's eyes, and then continued to comfort her: "Good boy, don't cry, cry later!" If you have no strength, it will be difficult to give birth.”

After hearing this, Wu Ling also nodded obediently.

The midwives and servants below were all shouting, "Princess Ling, work harder, work harder!"

But Wu Ling really couldn't use his strength, so he could only scream in pain over and over again.

In the end, the hands of the Mongolian concubine were all scratched by Wu Ling, and blood oozes from it, but there is still no movement underneath...

Wu Ling was a little discouraged, and she asked the Mongolian concubine: "Is it true that my Erji was in such pain when she gave birth to me? Is she in exactly the same situation as me now? Is it... I am going to die too? "

"Don't talk nonsense..." The Mongolian concubine rubbed Wu Ling's face: "Lingniang is weak, and in a remote place like Hanwu, there is no good midwife. You are different now, and the sweat will The best midwives in all of Mongolia are ready to come, you will be absolutely fine, trust me!"

under……

Zi Zhi and Fat Fu quarreled again.

Fat Fu blamed Zizhi: "It's your turn to serve the princess today, but why are you... Why is our princess affected and prematurely born? Do you know how to serve others? Why are you so careless? Isn't it Did the princess hit it?"

"No!" Zizhi retorted: "This morning, the princess accidentally overheard two young maids outside the room gossiping about what they were talking about... The news that the war in the Cold Region was going on and Fourth Master was arrested, the princess was very anxious , she took me to find the letter Si Ye wrote to the princess before, the princess still smelled the ink on the letter, and after that, the princess was bleeding, and after that... you came. "

"...Hey!" Fat Fu was helpless, and then accused: "That's your fault too, you didn't stop the princess and let her hear gossip!"

"You..." Zizhi choked...

While the Mongolian concubine at the side listened to the conversation between the two, she was full of thoughts.

Just at this time……

The midwife's voice drew everyone's attention.

The midwife who was delivering the baby shouted: "It's bad, it's bad...Princess Ling is bleeding!"

"What?!" Concubine Mongolia got up and saw that Wu Ling's situation...was very bad. She immediately told the midwife: "Master Bao! The Khan has ordered that no matter what the price is, Princess Ling must not have anything to do!"

And Wu Ling, who was breathing weakly on the bed, also heard the words of the Mongolian princess. She stretched out her fragile hand and grabbed the corner of the Mongolian princess's clothes.

The Mongolian concubine turned her head and pressed Wu Ling's hand: "Don't worry, you will be fine!"

And Wu Ling shook her head, the thing in her belly...is her child, how could she give up so easily.

The Wu Ling ninja was in pain, and desperately opened his mouth, squeezed out words bit by bit, and said, "No...don't...this child, don't give up on him."

"You have collapsed..." The Mongolian concubine was heartbroken: "I know this is your child, and it would be very difficult for you to give him up, but... but in your current situation, if you don't even stop the bleeding, I'm afraid even your life is gone... Ling'er, the child is gone... There will be more in the future..."

But Wu Ling refused to listen, she shook her head desperately, and said: "This child, his Ama gave up the throne and guarded the border for him, and I was pregnant for three full years for him... He can't die, he can't die... will die……"

(End of this chapter)