Legend of Zhen Huan: Rebirth of Zhen Huan

"After staying under the eaves for such a while, my hands have become cold. I still need to get some sun..."

As they spoke, Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang were about to walk towards where An Lingrong and Yu Ying'er were.

When Noble Lady Fucha saw the two men walking away, she became so anxious that she stood there in a daze.

"Wan..."

When she came up with an idea, she ignored the tampered ice on her head, which was about to break through the last bit of restraint under the sunlight...

"Swish, snap."

The ice chips went straight towards Noble Lady Fucha and smashed down on her head and face.

This sudden drop of power completely interrupted Noble Lady Fucha's thoughts.

"Ahhhh!" Noble Lady Fucha stood there, covering her head and screaming miserably.

Seeing her protecting her head with her hands and then her face with her hands, Zhen Huan and her group felt very happy.

But they couldn't show it too obviously, so they just pretended to ask Noble Lady Fucha:

"Sister Fucha, are you okay?"

"Sang'er, why are you still standing there? Why don't you step forward and protect your young mistress!"

"Oh oh oh!" Sang'er didn't expect something like this to happen, so it was understandable that she couldn't react for a while.

When she ran to Noble Lady Fucha, her hair bun had been smashed into a mess.

Upon closer inspection, there were some small ice chips stuck in her hair.

Who can imagine what kind of expressions Zhen Huan and the others had on their faces and in their hearts at this moment!

……

When Sang'er saw Noble Lady Fucha like this, his heart almost skipped a beat with fright.

After all, it was her idea!

Now, not only did it fail to hurt Zhen Huan and the others, but all the harm fell on Noble Lady Fucha!

Can she not be afraid?

"My lady, it's all my fault. It was because I didn't find the problem in time that I caused you to suffer this misfortune."

Noble Lady Fucha rubbed her painful head and glared at Sang'er fiercely.

He stood there, clenched his hands, stomped his feet on the ground a few times, let out a few unwilling "ahs", and returned to the hall in a rage.

After Noble Lady Fucha left, Zhen Huan and the others covered their mouths with handkerchiefs, laughed secretly, and then followed her.

"Sister Fucha, are you okay?"

Zhen Huan looked at Noble Lady Fucha, who was grimacing in pain, and said her own faults:

"It's all my sister's fault for saying something about ice being pretty for no reason."

"If my sister hadn't told me, I wouldn't have gone over to see it."

This time, Noble Lady Fucha lost both her wife and her army!

In order to achieve her goal, she deliberately soaked all the snow-capped emeralds that the Queen Mother had given her.

Not only did I spend the whole morning smiling, I also said all the nice things, but now I end up like this!

She felt worse than if she had eaten a fly!

The enthusiasm in his eyes when he looked at Zhen Huan was gone:

"Empress Wan, Lady Shen, did you two anticipate that the ice would fall?"

"Otherwise, why did I get hit as soon as you guys left?"

Noble Lady Fucha had just finished talking to Zhen Huan when she felt a pain in her head and couldn't help but get angry at Sang'er:

"Ouch, it hurts, Sonny, why don't you go slower? Do you want to kill me with pain?"

Sonny lowered his eyebrows and said:

"Please forgive me, my lord. I will be more gentle."

Yu Ying'er couldn't express how happy she was when she saw Noble Lady Fucha like this.

She deliberately stretched her head, looked at Noble Lady Fucha and said:

"Sister Fucha, you have a bump on your head. If you put your hair up like this, it will probably hurt even more!"

An Lingrong also nodded in agreement:

“And the good ones are slower too!”

"I have some excellent ointment for reducing swelling and relieving pain. If you need it, I can have someone bring it to you!"

Noble Lady Fucha was already very annoyed, and after hearing these words, she became even more furious.

She rejected Zhen Huan without a second thought:

"No need for that. I don't have any shortage of ointment to reduce swelling and relieve pain in my palace for the time being! Please don't worry about it, Concubine Wan!"

"Sang'er, didn't I tell you to be gentle? I told you to be gentle! Are you doing this on purpose?"

Noblewoman Fucha was so angry that she had no place to vent her anger. She knocked the comb out of Sang'er's hand with a "click".

The moment the comb fell, Shen Meizhuang's stomach suddenly reacted.

"Ah, Huan'er, Huan'er, my belly..."

Noble Lady Fucha was so frightened that she stood up hastily:

"Mrs. Shen, don't try to frame me. So many people are watching. The comb didn't fall on you!"

At first, Zhen Huan thought that Shen Meizhuang was pretending, but when she saw the sweat oozing from her forehead and the clear liquid flowing from her body, she realized that Shen Meizhuang was really about to give birth.

"Quick, call the midwife and Doctor Wen!"

"Lingrong, Sister Mei is in this condition. It seems that we can't go back to Xianfu Palace..."

"Sister Wan, quickly help Sister Mei to my palace!"

"Kang Luhai, hurry up and help Concubine Shen!"

"Juqing, go clean up the bedroom! Tell people to prepare hot water, towels, and scissors..."

"Yes, young master!"

For a moment, all the palace servants in the Yanx Palace became busy.

"This...this...I didn't hit her! How can she give birth just like that?"

Only Noble Lady Fucha was still in a state of confusion...

It’s just because all this happened too suddenly!

She no longer cared about the pain in her head, and hurriedly asked Sang'er to help her comb her hair, and followed her to An Lingrong's palace.

Zhen Huan was afraid that the Queen would take the opportunity to bribe the midwife, so she asked Huanbi to go to Xianfu Palace in person.

This familiar scene reminded Zhen Huan of her previous life!

In the previous life, Baoque was instructed by An Lingrong to tell Shen Meiyu the news that Wen Shichu had castrated himself.

Shen Meizhuang was so shocked that she fainted on the spot, which led to her difficult labor later...

Regarding this, Zhen Huan also blamed An Lingrong in her heart.

But all the things in the past life are already in the past.

She only hopes that in this life, Shen Meizhuang can give birth to a child safely!

"Hurry, hurry up, Concubine Shen is about to give birth!"

Along the way, Huanbi was pulling the midwife and running forward in a hurry.

The nurse followed behind, panting and panting.

When Concubine Jing received the news, she rushed over without wasting a moment.

After finally arriving at the Yanx Palace, the midwife took a few deep breaths and hurried into the hall.

"Mrs. Shen, use more force, use more force..."

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Shen Meizhuang's wails of pain made Zhen Huan and the others feel uncomfortable at heart.

Several people were holding their handkerchiefs and waiting anxiously in the outer hall.