The evil king protects the short

Chapter 677 I feel that there is one more trouble 1
No one expected that Zong Zehong would suddenly come back with Ni Ling, without warning at all.

The imperial doctor saw Ni Ling who was in a coma, and saw her swollen belly, and took out a small porcelain bottle from the medicine box, and let Ni Ling sniff it.

As soon as she smelled the pungent smell, almost instantly, Ni Ling showed signs of waking up.

"Linger!"

Seeing that Ni Ling woke up, Zong Zehong pushed the imperial doctor away and sat on the bedside, looking at her with worried eyes.

"..."

Slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Zong Zehong's enlarged face, Ni Ling burst into tears.

Sniffing, "Zong Zehong...I hurt..."

Holding Ni Ling's hand tightly, Zong Zehong yelled at the imperial doctor when he heard Ni Ling said that it hurts: "Come and see! She is about to give birth!"

"Chen... I know that my mother is about to give birth, but the amniotic fluid has not broken, but there are slight signs of dystocia. The old minister has already asked the maid to boil hot water to call the midwife!"

After being yelled at by Zong Zehong, the old doctor at the front hurriedly added.

"Your Majesty, it is inevitable that a woman will be painful during childbirth. According to the usual practice, you should go outside and wait?"

As for Ni Ling, when she heard that the imperial physician wanted Zong Zehong to leave her, she suddenly grabbed his hand tightly, with an expression of reluctance: "No! Don't... I don't want you to go."

And how could Zong Zehong let Ni Ling suffer alone and wait outside?

The amniotic fluid was not broken, and the pain was severe. When the midwife followed the maid to the Dragon Spirit Palace, all she heard was heart-piercing screams and a man's furious roar.

"Why didn't Mother Rong leave?"

The maid who was in a hurry to open the door and enter saw the midwife stop, turned her head and asked doubtfully.

"This... is who is angry?"

She froze in place in a daze, the midwife seemed to be frightened.

"That's the emperor, the concubine Ling is showing signs of dystocia, so he is naturally impatient."

Seemingly explaining to the court lady kindly and the midwife, who was familiar with the roar, Shuran hurriedly dragged the midwife into the innermost part of the palace.

The gauze curtain fluttered and the incense filled the air, but there was still a sense of tension in the air.

When the midwife saw the beautiful girl on the bed, she was taken aback for a moment, and then she was glared at by someone, her legs went weak from fright, and she stepped forward to check.

"how!"

Staring at the midwife, Zong Zehong asked while comforting Ni Ling.

"I'm afraid it will still hurt for a while, and the amniotic fluid won't break and I won't be able to give birth."

As soon as the midwife finished speaking, Zong Zehong's face sank, while Ni Ling felt powerless and frustrated. The severe pain deprived her of her sanity, and if the pain continued like this, she would go crazy!

"No more! I don't want to have any more!"

Shaking her head violently, Ni Ling was sweating profusely, and her speech was weak.

And what she said was nonsense in the eyes of others.

"Ling'er, don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Woooooooooooo what's the use of you here, you can't give birth to me!"

Crying and shouting, for a moment, Ni Ling really broke down...

"Can you hurt for me? ... You can't."

……

But the hard work paid off, and at dawn on the second day, a resounding cry of a baby resounded over the sky above the capital city of the imperial palace.

On dawn, it was peaceful.

"It's the prince! Your majesty! It's the prince!"

When the midwife ran up to Zong Zehong beamingly with the baby in her arms, she passed by. A certain emperor didn't even look at his son, and walked straight towards the person on the bed.

"How about the concubine Ling?"

(End of this chapter)