Transmigrate to be Queen

When there was no one around him, Zheng Fusheng found that the yard was terrible. There was no one in the yard. It was only because of the impetuous attitude of the Lord that the servants walked on tiptoe and were afraid of startling the Lord. At this time, who knew which evil fire the LORD had, he was hit by himself. No one knew who could be unlucky.

When there was no sound in the yard, the sound from the room became clearer. Listening to man er's forbearing groans, it seemed very painful, but he didn't want people to hear it. Zheng Fusheng's heart was as painful as pulling it up. His hands rubbed in front of him, and he didn't notice it.

Thinking that Man'er has always suffered great and minor injuries since he followed him, first he was beaten to death for himself, then he was arranged to go to Wu Yu Hou, and was poisoned several times. Finally, he blocked a knife for himself in Daduo temple, which was almost fatal. Now, he is experiencing life and death for himself again.

Thinking of the seemingly weak but actually extremely patient woman, Zheng Fusheng felt a sudden pain in his heart. Finally, he couldn't help walking to the door of the delivery room and shouted inside,

"Man'er, if it hurts you, just cry out. It won't hurt if you cry out. Don't bear it. No one dares to laugh at you."

Zheng Fusheng's cry amused Ning Xiaoman, who was humming with pain. This fool, who said it wouldn't hurt if he shouted, had to save his energy to give birth to his son. Now if he shouted all his strength, when it was time to give birth, what should he do? He didn't understand anything and made blind ideas.

However, I despised GUI despised. Hearing this, it warmed my heart and lungs. Even the occasional pain under my body seemed less obvious. When Qingkou saw that Xiaoman didn't seem to hurt so much, he quickly asked hazy Xiang to bring a bowl of stewed chicken soup.

"Hazy fragrance, bring some crispy stewed meat, or you'll be afraid that the princess can't stand it if you drink only thin."

He shouted again at hazy Xiang, who had lifted the curtain, and hazy Xiang quickly responded,

"I see, sister Qingkou, don't worry."

Maybe Qingkou shouted a little louder. As soon as hazy Xiang pushed open the door outside, he saw the Lord guarding the door and staring at himself. It was obvious that he heard someone coming out and guarding the door.

"Lord, the princess is fine. She's in good spirits now. Sister Qingkou asked me to bring a bowl of chicken soup to the princess to replenish her strength. I'm so energetic that I can give birth to a young master."

Without the Lord asking, hazy Xiang knew what he wanted to ask, and quickly told the Lord what he knew.

Seeing that the prince is a little half bright and half white, hazy Xiang can't explain again. She knows that the prince is in a hurry. However, she still has to bring chicken soup to the princess. How dare she stay here for too long? Before the prince wakes up, she grabs herself and asks too many questions. She has to go to work quickly.

Sure enough, Zheng Fu Sheng responded, and when he wanted to ask, Zheng Fusheng ran away swiftly and looked at the smell of the fragrance. Soon he ran away. He thought of his own arrangements for today's work. There were too many eyeliner and spouts on the palace. The kitchenette was heavily guarded. It seemed that there were no people who shouldn't have appeared.

Zheng Fusheng stopped in a daze, ordered the little chestnuts around him to patrol, and informed Zheng Bai and Zheng Qian to watch those who didn't put their mind right in the yard. Today is a day that can't make mistakes. The big and the small in this room are his lifeblood.

With Zheng Fusheng's order, Prince Chun's house was a little alarmed. Everyone obediently shrank up for fear that one of his misdeeds would be arrested as a suspect. Don't ask. The prince will certainly show no mercy.

At this time, Ning Xiaoman, who had drunk chicken soup, was already in great pain. She felt that if the pain continued, she would have no strength to have children.

"Still... How long... Can I live?"

Ning Xiaoman wants to have time so that she can insist. Qingkou holds Xiaoman's hand,

"Man'er is fast. Hold on for a while. The child has gone down. Touch it with your hand."

Qingkou pulls Xiaoman's hand and asks her to caress her stomach,

"Have you come down? When he goes down a little, we can help him. At that time, he will not be busy alone. We will all help him."

I don't know whether it was Qingkou's words that caused the illusion, or whether the stomach really went down. Ning Xiaoman really felt that the position of the stomach was different from the original. He was sighing in his heart, but he suddenly felt a great pain. Ning Xiaoman was caught off guard and screamed out.

This sharp cry almost penetrated Zheng Fusheng's diaphragm. He didn't think about it. He opened the door to enter the house. As a result, he was stopped by hazy rain and another girl guarding the door. As soon as Zheng Fusheng raised his hand, he pushed them away and reached out to lift the curtain inside.

Suddenly, a baby's cry clearly came into his ears along the gap in the curtain. Zheng Fusheng was silly there and didn't respond for a long time. Then he heard wenpo shout inside,

"Congratulations to Prince Chun. The princess has given birth to a little childe."

Zheng Fusheng's hand suddenly softened, and the curtain fell down with a slap and hit Zheng Fusheng. He turned and went to the opposite wing, close to the brazier, rubbed his hand hard, let the fire bake his clothes, and then steadily stretched out his hands when wenpo came with the wrapped child.