The daily life of the science master's book-wearing group

Chapter 363
In the delivery room, Song Qingyue kept crying, wailing, moaning, and screaming. The voice sounded worse than the tortured prisoners in Beizhen Fusi.

Li Zhao listened from the side, feeling that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were being fried on an iron plate, but he couldn't do anything at this time, he could only accompany and suffer.

Standing aside, Meng Wanfeng watched Li Zhao carefully guarding Song Qingyue in silence, unable to tell what it was like in her heart.

It turned out that the cold-hearted man also had such moments.

The heart is not really cold, and the love is not really thin, it's just because I haven't met such a person.

From early morning to daylight, the severe pain continued, and Song Qingyue was about to collapse, but Tong Nanny and Zhang Nanny both said that it was still early to give birth.

Everyone in the palace is waiting in full battle, and the capital is not peaceful.

This day has been covered with dark clouds since the morning, and the air is filled with annoying humidity. In the afternoon, the Taimiao suddenly caught fire.

Probably because of Song Qingyue's early mobilization, the murderer hidden in the dark prepared in a hurry. The dead man who set fire to the Taimiao was caught by the Jin Yiwei guarding the Taimiao. Unfortunately, as soon as he caught the arsonist, he took poison and committed suicide .

If he didn't catch the dead man and let the fire really burn, he would have to put an ominous hat on the innocent child in Song Qingyue's stomach.

When the emperor heard about this, his face, which always wore a cynical smile, suddenly became hideous.

Even Eunuch Wang couldn't help getting goosebumps all over his body when he saw it. The coercion of the superiors made everyone in the palace feel numb.

Ning Yuan knelt down, holding his breath, not daring to take a breath.

The emperor waited for a long while, and finally suppressed the fury in his chest, and said to Ning Yuan: "It is a great achievement to be able to catch the arsonist, Ah Yuan, well done!"

At this juncture, Ning Yuan would never dare to accept such a compliment. He kowtowed several times in a row, pleading guilty: "Uncle, it is A Yuan's fault that he failed to stop the arsonist from committing suicide. This is a chance for Ah Yuan to redeem his crimes and find out who is behind the scenes!"

"No, you don't need to worry about this matter." The emperor's eyes shot out fierceness, and his knife-like gaze moved from Ning Yuan to Eunuch Yang, the governor of the East Factory. The brief silence between a few breaths made the water vapor in the air seem like It condenses on everyone's forehead and back.

Ning Yuan's body was lowered, and his mind was numb.

"Yang Shun'en, dig three feet into the ground, and dig out the mastermind! No matter who dares to set fire to the Taimiao, I will never let you go lightly!"

Eunuch Yang said yes with a solemn face, got up neatly and walked out, but Ning Yuan, who lay on the ground for a long time before standing up, even staggered a few steps when going out.

The emperor was too lazy to take care of his nephew's mood, he was now full of anger, raised his hand and slammed the jade paperweight out.

The paperweight made of fine Kunlun jade burst out of the window, and with a clatter, it fell to the black floor tiles outside the hall along with the wood fragments, smashing to pieces.

When Ning Yuan walked quickly to the gate of the palace, dragging his steps as if tied with lead weights, he found that Eunuch Yang was standing in front, as if he was waiting for him.

Rumble!
Whoa!
After holding back the heavy rain all day, it finally poured down with lightning and thunder.

Ning Yuan walked a few steps quickly and looked at Eunuch Yang.

Eunuch Yang smiled, and said: "Your Majesty, you don't need to think too much, Your Majesty knows it well."

Ning Yuan turned even paler, and asked, "The factory owner already knows who set the fire?"

Eunuch Yang shook his head expressionlessly, almost showing no emotion, and said again: "After all, the Ning family is the mother's family of the former empress, and Lord Hou has been loyal to His Majesty for so many years. In fact, the fourth son only needs to be with Lord Ning Same, don't do unnecessary things... Your Majesty is different from the former emperor after all."

Ning Yuan lowered his eyes, thought for a while, then raised his head again to look at Eunuch Yang with a slight smile, and clasped his fists in thanks: "Thank you, Mr. Factory, for your guidance."

Eunuch Yang still couldn't see any expression on his widowed face, and said in a business-like tone: "It's nothing to talk about, it's just a matter of being loyal to the emperor."

Ning Yuan was taken aback, didn't quite understand, Eunuch Yang didn't explain, just nodded at him, just as Eunuch Tan brought the horse, Eunuch Yang put on his coir raincoat, got on the horse and galloped away.

In the palace, Song Qingyue was still suffering in the delivery room.

Song Qingyue has a slender body, not a body that is easy to have children.

Now she regrets that she didn't listen to Nanny Tong and Nanny Zhang in the morning. She really didn't listen to the old man's words, and she was at a disadvantage... Now her throat is sore and hoarse, and she can't scream anymore.

After the first break of the rainstorm, the last rays of the sun slanted into the room through the glass window, and Song Qingyue's cervix finally opened.

She gritted her teeth and pointed at the door to tell Li Zhao to go out quickly.

She didn't know what she would look like in the future. In her previous life, she heard that there were many incontinent women on the delivery bed.

It's shameful enough to let so many people stare at her with her legs open, she doesn't want Li Zhao to see her incontinence...

So with a dying face, she desperately pointed at the door, and motioned for Nanny Bai to invite Li Zhao out of the delivery room.

Li Zhao still refused to leave, Lin Wanfu also advised: "Your Highness, the delivery room is bloody and filthy, you should go out and wait."

Song Qingyue also said intermittently: "Get out... get out! Get out!"

"Moon!"

"Get out... get out, please, Brother Azhao, get out..."

Song Qingyue looked at him mournfully, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

The words "Brother Ah Zhao" seemed to always touch the softest part of Li Zhao's heart, and His Highness's tears fell in front of everyone in an instant.

"Okay...okay, I'll just stand outside, okay?"

Song Qingyue nodded, and Meng Wanfeng on the other side shouted to Li Zhao impatiently: "Hurry up and get out, the mother can't be distracted at this time!"

Li Zhao clenched his fists and finally went out.

Song Qingyue's clothes were drenched with sweat, she looked down at her stomach, and felt the urge to reach out and forcibly pull this damned brat out of her stomach!
After tossing all day, she was almost out of strength.

The whole person was dazed, and she felt that she was not so clear-headed.

"Princess, the cervix has been opened, you must cheer up!"

Tong Nanny suddenly shouted loudly.

Meng Wanfeng quickly stuffed ginseng into Song Qingyue's mouth, and said loudly, "Miss Song, it's the last moment, use your strength!"

Song Qingyue shook her head, she didn't dare to use force, it was too painful!
"Princess! You must survive! Otherwise, the child and you will be in danger!"

"Strength! Hard!"

……

An hour and a half, three hours, seemed to be as long as a century.

The children finally share the fruits and vegetables when they hold the lamps.

But Nanny Tong held the child in her hand and looked at it, her face turned pale in an instant.

Seeing the child's appearance, Zhang Momo was so frightened that she fell to the ground!
His Highness gave the order to die, neither the child nor the princess can have any problems.

If something goes wrong, they will lose their heads!

The two nuns and the medical girl from the Tai Hospital were all frightened.

Even Nanny Bai and Mo Zhu fell into despair for a moment.

Seeing the child's appearance, Meng Wanfeng's expression suddenly became serious.

I saw that the child was not only very thin, but also purple all over!
"Stayed in the mother's womb for too long, choked the amniotic fluid into the lungs!" Meng Wanfeng shouted, "Shoot the amniotic fluid out!"

She snatched the child, held the child by the feet, stood the child upside down, and patted the child on the back hard.

Song Qingyue, who was in a trance, didn't hear the cry, and realized that there was something wrong with the child.

She opened her swollen eyelids and asked, "How is the child?"

Meng Wanfeng kept patting the child's back, and said firmly: "The child is fine, but he choked on the amniotic fluid, and he will be fine after patting it!"

Song Qingyue was so exhausted one second that she was about to fall asleep the next, but when she heard that the child was not doing well, her adrenal glands began to secrete adrenaline, and she became sober in an instant.

"Go and get the set of oxygen for my father! Quick!" The voice was hoarse, but the instruction was very clear, Mo Zhu responded, and immediately rushed to fetch the things with the cotton.

Li Zhao had already heard the news that the child's condition was not good outside, so he rushed in regardless of the saying that blood stains were unlucky.

"Yue'er!" He glanced at the child, walked up to Song Qingyue, reached out to caress her cheek, tears filled his eyes again.

"Are you okay?" His hands were trembling.

Song Qingyue didn't have time to pay attention to him, she pulled Li Zhaopa away, and shouted at Meng Wanfeng, "Show me the child!"

The power of motherhood prevailed over everything at this time, Song Qingyue scrambled down from the delivery chair, and staggered towards the child.

Li Zhao quickly supported her, and Song Qingyue was in a daze when she saw the child for a moment, almost fainting.

Anger, turbulent and uncontrollable anger burst out from her chest——she had worked so hard to conceive for more than nine months, and then risked half her life to give birth to the cub, who would die if he didn't live a day!
Are you kidding me?
If there is really a God in this world, she will definitely raise her hands, point her middle fingers toward the sky, and then curse: "Your uncle!"

At this time, the amniotic fluid in the child's mouth and trachea was almost patted out, but the little monkey-like cub still closed his eyes and made no sound.

Meng Wanfeng's hands gradually stopped, and the circles of her eyes were also red.

Song Qingyue rushed over recklessly, dragged the child into her hand, and placed it on the table with a copper basin beside her, pressed it hard on the middle of her chest for ten times, and then blew into the child's mouth a few times, and when the blowing was over, Press again.

Everyone watched in a daze as the princess went crazy and carried out a "rescue" that they had never heard of on the child. Even Meng Wanfeng stared in a daze at Song Qingyue, who had long since lost her image.

At this moment, her clothes were disheveled, her whole body was sticky and wet, and the hem of her skirt was even stained with blood. Her whole body felt fragile, but at this moment, she was fierce and fierce, like a proud red plum tree on a cliff. , like a rock facing the waves on the shore, no one can stop her!

Song Qingyue has never studied medicine and nursing, so she is just a dead horse acting as a living horse doctor at this time.

There was only one thought in her mind: the child must not die!
The child must survive!

Must survive!
Li Zhao watched her kneeling on the ground regardless of desperate efforts, and suddenly a thought came to his mind - at that moment, he felt that it would be okay to exchange his own life with that child's life!

Lin Wanfu knelt down outside the house and kowtowed to the sky above his head.

Nanny Bai also knelt by the window and prayed to God.

Wow!
wow wow!

Finally, the faint cry of the baby broke the air that was so sad that it was almost frozen.

Everyone stared blankly at the little baby.

Meng Wanfeng was also shocked and trembled slightly.

Unexpectedly, it was really saved?

At this time, Mo Zhu and Mian Mian finally moved the oxygen generator over.

Song Qingyue fell down without strength, and fell into the arms that Li Zhao extended in time.

"The child needs to inhale oxygen and... keep warm... You go take a bath first, then hold him, hold him, hold him all the time."

"Okay, I'll hold him! It will be fine, our child will be fine, don't worry!"

The slender and pale woman in her arms sighed and slowly closed her eyes.

Holding her limp body, Li Zhao seemed to have fallen into a dark pool of black water. His hands and feet were convulsed, his whole body was cold, his heart seemed to be stabbed, and it almost stopped.

He was even blaming himself, why did he want Song Qingyue to have a baby in such a hurry, why did he let her have a baby?
Why did he let her do such a dangerous thing?

How could her slender body withstand the ravages of childbirth?
Will she be the same as his mother who has lost his memory...

Tears rolled down from the sockets of his eyes, Li Zhao hugged the soft bottom of his arms tightly, and his Adam's apple rolled down after a long time interval.

……

When Song Qingyue woke up again, she was already lying on the dry bed.It was raining outside the window, with the sound of splashing water, Song Qingyue took a deep breath, propped herself up and sat up slowly.

Mo Shan and Meng Wanfeng were by the side, seeing that she woke up, they hurriedly asked, "How do you feel?"

"Where's the child?" Song Qingyue was still unable to speak, her voice was very hoarse.

Meng Wanfeng hurriedly said, "Okay, don't talk. Would you like some water?"

Song Qingyue nodded slightly, Meng Wanfeng brought a bowl of light salt water and fed it to Song Qingyue.

After Song Qingyue finished drinking, Mo Shan brought porridge boiled in broth, and Song Qingyue also drank it like a stick.

After drinking, he still asked with his mouth: Where is the child?
Mo Fan finally showed a hint of a smile, and said: "Your Highness has been holding it, and the nanny even fed it once. I'll ask His Highness to carry it in for you to see?"

Song Qingyue nodded.

Li Zhao came here with an oxygen machine. Sixteen eunuchs are in charge of the hand-operated oxygen machine. Each person shakes a cup of tea to ensure oxygen supply around the clock.

When Song Qingyue saw the little brat, his body was already rosy, wrapped in a small silk quilt, and asked Daddy to hold him, ugly and cute.

Li Zhao hugged the child, his eyes were bloodshot, but he laughed the moment he saw Song Qingyue.

He gently put the child into his wife's arms, Song Qingyue looked down at him, her heart was sore, her eye circles turned red again.

She rubbed the little guy with her cheek, thinking in her heart: You must be strong to survive!Mom worked so hard to give birth to you, please persevere!
As if feeling what she was thinking, Li Zhao hugged the two of them together, kissed her forehead, and said softly, "This kid must be blessed."

"Boy?"

Song Qingyue raised her eyebrows.

Bai Momo led the three nannies into the door, and congratulated with joy: "Princess, you are a little prince!"

Song Qingyue ignored Nanny Bai, mainly due to lack of energy.

She used to worry about the gender of the child. This is not a matter of patriarchy. If it is a girl, it is a relationship crisis between her and Li Zhao at a shallow level, and it is a political issue at a deeper level.

Li Zhao is already 25 and almost 26, can she wait for three years to conceive her second child?

But now she doesn't think about anything, she just wants the child to survive well, and she is satisfied if she survives healthy and healthy.

At this moment, she was holding the child, leaning against Li Zhao's arms, letting him gently kiss her forehead and cheeks, enjoying his warm embrace, and the peace at this moment, as if there was bloody wind and lightning outside again. Lei Ming has nothing to do with him.

(End of this chapter)