With so much face, all she wants is the heir in her stomach. Hua Chun can also think about it, after all, people who have no feelings only care about the relationship between interests, and she can't pretend to want everyone in the world to like her, can she? It would be nice to have something they valued to make her life more comfortable.
With all these shouts, the world seemed to be empty. The emperor reached out and took Hua Chun from He Chang'an's hand, and took him to sit on the dragon chariot. He glanced at the mountains and looked down at the ground. The head and the raised buttocks greatly satisfy the vanity of women.
Although there were still things on his mind, but infected by the majestic atmosphere, Hua Chun couldn't help but raised his chin and curled the corners of his lips.
Glancing inadvertently, the emperor next to him was sitting upright, with no expression on his face.
"The concubine is very curious." Hua Chun frowned and said, "What happened to you to have a strong emotional reaction?"
"What do you mean by intense emotional reaction?" The Emperor's eyebrows moved slightly.
"It's just a happy laugh, or a wrinkled face in worry, it doesn't matter if you look a little excited."
With a sneer, the emperor stopped talking, and said calmly: "Exposing emotions is not something an emperor should do. If you can't even control your own emotions, why should I sit on this dragon seat?"
Hua Chun: "..." It sounds so powerful, so to be an emperor would be a shame, right
Shaking her head helplessly, she continued to look forward, the dragon chariot bypassed the Zichen Palace, and behind her was the Renxuan Palace, the empress' palace.
Just as I was about to lament that all the hard work has come, my stomach suddenly felt a little painful.
Taking a breath, Hua Chun reached out and grabbed the hand of the emperor next to him.
"What?" Yu Wenjie frowned slightly.
Gathering his mind, Hua Chun asked in a low voice, "You won't panic no matter what, right?"
"En." The emperor nodded seriously.
"Then the concubine just said it straight..." Hua Chun gritted her teeth: "The concubine seems to be giving birth soon..."
Pupils shrank, and Yu Wenjie almost fell off the dragon chariot.
"Your Majesty!" Eunuch Qin was startled.
"I'm fine." Raising his hand and waving, the emperor took a deep breath and looked at her: "Shouldn't there be two months left? Are you scaring me?"
There was more and more sweat on his forehead, Hua Chun shook his head gently: "I feel that the amniotic fluid has broken, you can figure it out."
In the recent period of great joy and sorrow, all kinds of ups and downs, premature birth is also expected, but I didn't expect that there would be a movement at this juncture, and the person is still on the dragon chariot!
Taking a deep breath, the emperor stretched out his hand to help her into his arms, and then calmly said to the palace man next to him: "Speed up, go directly to Zichen Hall, the empress is about to give birth."
The palace people were startled, and the dragon chariot immediately ran forward like a chicken blood.
Really not excited and flustered ah! Hua Chun was very disappointed, he wasn't nervous when his own wife gave birth prematurely, when did he get nervous
Premature birth was unexpected, Zichen Hall was not prepared, so they could only temporarily invite all the medical girls and midwives, and hurriedly and hurriedly, Hua Chun was left gasping for breath on the bed .
"What should I do?" He Chang'an stood outside with the emperor, his brows were full of worry: "The risk of premature birth is very high, if you don't pay attention, you can easily die..."
Before he finished speaking, the clothes on his chest were grabbed by someone. Looking up, Yu Wenjie's eyes were full of sharp light: "Say less unlucky words."
"Don't panic." Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, He Chang'an said, "I'm just telling the truth, and it also makes you mentally prepared."
Pushing him away, the emperor started to walk back and forth outside the palace like a violent lion.
Incense was lit in the inner hall, and Hua Chun wanted to cry. Under the comfort of the midwife, she conserved her strength and waited for the right time to start exerting herself.
The labor pains came wave after wave, people around were holding their breath, and the atmosphere made her feel very irritable. There was a midwife who kept nagging about "three fingers, wait a little longer", which she couldn't understand and felt creepy, which made her want to struggle even more.
"Young lady, don't move, think of something else to distract yourself first."
"What can I think!" Hua Chun roared, "What is the emperor doing?"
Rui'er quickly replied: "The emperor is wandering outside."
"Turn his grandma's legs! It hurts me to death..." Tears flowed down, and something in her stomach tightened from time to time, making her want to cry out in pain.
"Inhale, inhale through the nose and exhale through the mouth, follow the rhythm of the old master." The midwife comforted her, Hua Chun followed suit for a while, but still couldn't help crying.
As the cry spread, He Changan saw the emperor, who had been walking steadily, almost stumble on the ground.
"What's wrong? Did you give birth?" Yu Wenjie grabbed him and asked.
He Chang'an said helplessly: "Your Majesty, I am a person who has not yet married a wife. I don't understand how women give birth to children. It is useless for you to ask me."
Pushing him away in disgust, the emperor immediately brought an imperial doctor to ask.
The imperial doctor said embarrassingly: "Your Majesty is in the first stage of childbirth, there is no need to rush."
The first stage is called like this? What to do after that? The emperor was extremely angry: "Is there any way to help her?"
The imperial doctor wanted to shake his head, but under the emperor's fiery gaze, he changed his words: "If the emperor has time, he can offer an incense table to pray for the empress, so that the empress will suffer less."
The emperor frowned and looked at him, his eyes were so deep that Feng Yuyi immediately knelt down and said that he was joking. …
"Eunuch Qin, prepare the incense table!"
"yes!"
Physician Feng: "..." Well, it's useless to worry, the emperor in front of him is rarely flustered, maybe his mind is blank, and he can't think at all.
"ah-"
The screams from the inner hall continued, and the emperor calmly inserted three sticks of incense into the incense cauldron.
"It hurts—"
The screams made everyone outside feel nervous, except for the emperor, everyone's eyes were full of worry.
Eunuch Qin is very relieved, the emperor is worthy of being the emperor, he will only find a way to solve the problem, and he will not panic at all!
Just as he was thinking like this, he looked down and saw that the emperor's hands were constantly inserting incense into the incense cauldron, and he was about to stuff the dozens of incense sticks placed beside him into it.
"Your Majesty!" He hastily stepped forward to stop him: "Three sticks are enough!"
Yu Wenjie frowned, looked down and said, "If three sticks of incense can pray for one share of blessings for her, wouldn't thirty sticks of incense be ten shares?"
That's right! Eunuch Qin nodded, and after thinking about it, he couldn't help but slapped himself: "Your Majesty, praying is not counted in this way, three sticks are enough, why don't you come to the side to rest first?"