Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 785 Where is the promised daughter?

"Yeah." Shen Jingshu nodded, "My stomach hurts a bit, it should be about to give birth."

Forgive her, although she is a doctor, she is not a specialized obstetrician.

Although she had given birth to others, it was the first time that she gave birth to her own child.

She had never experienced it herself, so she didn't know what the whole process of childbirth was like.

Those theories in her mind, it's okay to use them on others, but on her own?Please forgive her for temporarily losing her thinking function at this moment.

"Relax first, I'll ask them to call the midwife and imperial physician over!"

After clapping her hand, Murong Li strode out of the palace, gave instructions cracklingly, and Mingyue Mingzhu and the palace staff ran away respectively.

Immediately Murong Li turned back, picked her up, and strode to the delivery room next door which had already been set up.

"How is it? Does it hurt?"

Murong Li saw the sweat oozing from her forehead, and his eyes were stained with distress.

She nodded, thinking that having a child is really not an ordinary suffering. After giving birth this time, she never wants to have one again.

Everyone moved very quickly, and the midwife and the imperial physician came in a short time, and the palace people also brought hot water and a set of tools needed for childbirth.

The midwife saw that Murong Li was sitting by the bed and didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, so she said respectfully: "His Royal Highness, please wait outside, the delivery room is a heavy place, men should not stay too long."

Murong Li stared at him coldly, "What kind of man shouldn't stay for too long? You just take care of your life, this king will never leave no matter what!"

The midwife was so stared at by him that her heart trembled, and she subconsciously went to look at Shen Jingshu. Shen Jingshu was in so much pain that she wanted to hit someone with a pillow.

These old-fashioned people, didn't you see that she was in great pain?
At this time, I still have the mind to ask whether the man should stay in the delivery room?

"He won't go anywhere! Hurry up and deliver the baby, Ruogu's child has a problem, Guwei you are asking!"

The old midwife shook her body and bowed silently.

"Strength! Your Majesty, use your strength!"

"Keep going! We're almost at the end!"

"The head has come out!"

Shen Jingshu grabbed Murong Li's hand and obediently exerted force. He really felt that these old mothers were really noisy. Didn't it mean that she didn't know how to exert force, so she needed to exert force repeatedly?

"Wow……"

"Come out, come out, express scissors!"

"Congratulations, Your Majesty. Congratulations, Your Majesty King Gong. Your Majesty has given birth to a little prince."

Murong Li, who had just beamed with joy, shrank his pupils and stared at the bright red baby who was held in the hands of everyone, with a handle clearly in his waist and abdomen.

boy?
Didn't you say you were pregnant with a daughter?

He suddenly bowed his head, a little angry.

"Where's the promised daughter? You lied to me?"

Shen Jingshu was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to roll his eyes, so he didn't bother to talk to him.

The midwife was about to tidy up the scene, when she lifted the hem of her clothes, she found that there was a baby's head protruding from under her, and her face was happy.

"Quick! There is one more! Hurry up and get things ready!"

Murong Li didn't expect that there was another one in her stomach, and was obviously taken aback.

It was only when the midwife congratulated him happily on the birth of a noble daughter that he came back to himself in a trance, the joy in his heart was complicated and unspeakable.

After the midwives and maids cleaned up the blood-stained dirty things, they retreated silently.

Murong Li looked at the person who had fallen asleep in his arms, and then at the little person in the cradle, and it took him a long time before he put down the quiet book excitedly and walked towards the cradle.

His daughter, and his son, are wonderful…

(End of this chapter)