Liquidation

Abdominal pain, dizziness.Yaertan lay drowsy on the bed, the ginseng in his mouth was extremely bitter.Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, soaking her hair and underwear.Wen Po whispered in her ear to cheer her up, telling her to endure the pain and try harder.She subconsciously used her strength, but the seemingly endless pain almost annihilated her, and burned her heart together.The mother's instinct made her hoarse when she heard Wen Po exclaiming that the labor was difficult——

"I want... to have a child!"

Wen Po pushed her abdomen, another nun hurried out and asked Yinhu: "Master Baylor... Fujin is having a difficult labor, look..."

Yinhu was furious: "What am I looking at? You are here to deliver Fujin, not to ask me what to do!"

Yartan screamed again in pain: "I want... a child!!!"

Yinhu couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately retreated from the obstructing mother in front of her, and rushed in.

Yaertan was dying, and there were bloodstains all over the bed. He rushed to her bed, held her hand tremblingly, squeezed it tightly, and stared at her without blinking.

Yaertan seemed to feel it, and opened his eyes tiredly: "Master..."

"I'm here, I'm here, I'm here..." Yinhu's face was full of panic and anxiety: "I'm here, I'm here, I'm here..."

"Master..." Yaertan couldn't stop crying, and tried to hold his hand back, "I'm afraid I can't do it..."

Yinhu was at a loss, and could only murmur: "No, no..."

Yaertan smiled sadly, "Grandpa... I won't be able to serve you anymore after I die." She panted heavily, the labor pain seemed to have eased a little, and the surrounding women were still encouraging her in a panic.Yinhu saw that the soft handkerchief she was biting on beside the pillow had been crumbled into pieces, and she knew how much pain she had gone through. He couldn't help at all, and he couldn't do anything.All I could do was to whisper words of comfort and encouragement in her ear over and over again, so that she wouldn't be so sad.

But Yaertan couldn't listen at all, she was so painful that all her voices became indistinct and indistinct, and there was only pain like tearing her lower body, she still had to work hard with all her strength to give birth to her child—she still wanted to Taking a look at her child, she wanted to raise him up slowly, and hear him call her mother... But she clearly knew that she would not see that time, nor would she live for that long.

Beads of sweat on her forehead moistened her temples, tears wet her face.She struggled to grab Yinhu's hand, and her nails made a few sharp scratches on the back of his hand, and blood gushed out immediately.Yinhu seemed ignorant, still lowered his head and whispered flustered and illogical comfort in her ear.

Yaertan suddenly smiled, this man - her husband, still has her in his heart, and his kindness to her is also sincere.He is such a person who loves women all over the world.Being able to be married to him for three years, she is already much better than those boudoir sisters. She is grateful for it and also regrets it.

I am glad to marry him, but regret that I cannot always be with him.

She turned her eyes slightly, and her gaze seemed to pass over the screen, and she saw the outer room separated by a wall.Sitting there are Yinzhen and his Fujin.Since Yinhu went out with Kangxi all year round, Sifujin often came to visit and take care of her.

She was grateful, and indirectly listened to some of her words.I heard from her that a man sometimes needs a woman to take the initiative, needs the right time and place, and needs some external force... She hesitated for a long time before getting some flirting formula from the outside, and after a long time of hesitation, she decided to use it.

Now that she has this child, she has no regrets.Also... I don't regret marrying Yinhu.

Today Si Fujin came to her again, but what he said was unbelievable.Why is she the daughter of Dong E's family, she should think about her natal family; why Babeile should think more about Sibeile, don't be too close... She only knows to marry and obey her husband, and only knows that it is best for women not to interfere in men's affairs.What's more, it was the most honorable and powerful family in the world, and it was something she absolutely couldn't get her hands on and couldn't interfere with.

There seemed to be other intentions in Sifujin's eyes, but she just felt that she definitely didn't want to know more about it.Her face changed on the spot, and she was almost about to argue loudly with her.After returning to the room, Ulanara did not give up and still said some strange things.In her desperation, her mood fluctuated, and she moved her fetal gas, and her due date was approaching, and she felt abdominal pain like colic.Ulanara didn't leave the room at that time, and just happened to find out about her condition, knowing that she was about to give birth, so she hurried out to shout.

Unexpectedly... it was dystocia.

She was so weak that every breath was labored.Wen Po's tone was a little apprehensive, for fear that her two lives would be implicated by the host's anger.Yaertan's abdomen was still being squeezed vigorously, she bit her lower lip tightly, and exerted the last bit of strength——

"Come out, come out! It's a little elder brother!"

Yinhu's face was filled with joy, and she couldn't help but grasp her hand even more. Before she could speak, the midwife quickly lifted the child upside down and slapped his buttocks hard.The child was so suppressed in the mother's womb that his face was a little bruised, and immediately burst into tears with a "wow".

The cry echoed in the room, Yaertan lost all strength, and directly relaxed himself and passed out.Yinhu's heart tightened, and he shouted outside: "Prince doctor!"

The imperial doctor rushed in, and the delivery room was quickly cleaned up by the servants, but the smell of blood became stronger.The bed curtain was lowered, Yinhu still refused to let go of Yaertan's cold hand, and looked at her intently and unbearably.I saw between the beds, blood was still oozing down bit by bit, and flowed down to the ground, staining a large area red.Wen Po was desperately looking for something to stop the bleeding, but she couldn't control it no matter what.

The room was silent for a long time, Yinhu looked at the imperial physician after knowing it, and saw that the old man over sixty was nervous, his brows were furrowed, he was also silent for a long time, sighed silently for a long time, and shook his head slightly.

Yinhu felt great grief in his heart, suppressed his sobs and asked each word: "Is there any way... let her see the child?"

The imperial doctor was also somewhat sympathetic: "If you stimulate the acupoints with golden needles, you can still wake up for a while. But after that, you will run out of oil and the lamp will dry up...it will be hard to recover!"

Yinhu could only nod his head: "Do the needle!"

At this time, Ulanara came in with the child in his arms. The child was wrapped in swaddling clothes and had already fallen asleep, completely unaware of what was happening outside.Comparing the two, Yinhu felt more heartache.

After being pricked by the golden needle, Yaertan slowly woke up, and saw the swaddling baby in Ulanara's arms at a glance, only the baby's crumpled little face was still slightly flushed, and Ulanara hugged him closer , she just stared at it, refusing to move away even for a while.

Ulanara couldn't laugh either, she was also flustered, and said, "You...you should take a good look at him."

Yaertan seemed to have discovered the existence of Ulanara at this time. She turned her eyebrows, and although her face was as pale as paper, there was a moment of inviolability, and she shouted at her: "Who wants you to come?" Hug him?!"

Ulanara's face froze, so she had no choice but to come forward and put the swaddle on the bed beside Yaertan, lowered her head and gritted her teeth and went out.Yinhu suddenly felt surprised, and didn't care about her, she just sat by the bed and looked at the child with Yaertan.

Only then did Yaertan smile, she couldn't stretch out her hand so softly, she struggled to touch the baby's cheek, she smiled to herself: "Master...he...does he look like you?"

Yinhu endured the grief: "I heard that my son is like my mother, I see you will definitely look like you when you grow up."

Yaertan breathed vaguely, and his lips were even colorless: "When I grow up...after my concubine dies, I will ask you to... find a suitable stepmother for the child."

Yinhu wanted to speak but stopped, unable to speak.Yaertan was still explaining the funeral, but changed the subject and said as much as possible: "My sister-in-law... also has Honghui at home, so don't bother her...to take care of the child."

Yinhu had already noticed the interaction between the two just now, and only tied up all kinds of doubts.I want to ask, but it's not the time to ask. I just think about taking good care of the children in the future.He nodded repeatedly, wishing he could delay Yaertan's departure for a moment if he agreed to something.

But Yaertan couldn't do it after all, her last gaze was on Yinhu.There seemed to be infinite nostalgia in his eyes, he stared fixedly at his face, finally exhausted the last bit of anger, tilted his head, and left without closing his eyes.

This was the first time Yinhu saw the death of the people around him with his own eyes. He was in extreme pain and couldn't hold on any longer. He fell back and leaned against the bedpost, crying out full of grief.

"Yartan!"

Sitting in the outer room, Yinzhen heard this painful cry.Rubbing the rim of the teacup slightly with his fingers, he glanced at Ulanara on the side, and said casually: "It's the third watch, you go back."

Ulanara had intended to leave a long time ago, but just wanted to stay and see the result.This night she seemed unrelated, but she was the one who was most flustered.Immediately saluted in a hurry, nodded and left.

Only Su Peisheng stayed and stood behind Yinzhen's side, and Yinzhen in front of him could not see any joy or anger on his face, nor could he show any emotion at all.There were many other people coming and going in and out of the room, each busy in their own way, and for a moment they ignored the pair of master and slave.

The light was dim, and Yinzhen's face was also half-lit, and he suddenly asked, "Do you think her death will be of some benefit?"

Su Peisheng was quiet, standing with his eyebrows lowered and pleasing to the eye, and he stood in a very standard posture as a servant waiting for his master's orders, without any confusion.He didn't say anything, and knew that Yinzhen didn't need him to answer at all.

Yinzhen was silent for a while, as if waiting for Su Peisheng's answer, but also as if he had fallen into some deep thought.After all the servants were driven outside by Yinhu who was in the back room, Yinhu came out slowly at this time, looking extremely haggard and pale.

He came out empty-handed, Yinzhen asked Su Peisheng to wait outside, got up and went to meet him, his face showed some expression, and he said with concern: "Little Ba, don't feel too bad, you hurt yourself .”

Yinhu slowly raised his head, his expression showed his inner struggle, and finally asked: "Fourth brother, am I... am I a good husband?"

Yinzhen was moved a little, and Yinhu had already continued on his own: "I haven't consummated the house with her for three years because I think she is too young to have children; I don't want the woman bestowed by Concubine Hui. Because I know that women don't want others to share their husbands; I don't love her, so I want to treat her well... But I ignored the rumors that slandered her and forced her to treat me I only went to bed with her after taking medicine..."

"I fell in love with you, and I'm sorry for her. I only cared about my own feelings, and kept her in my heart. And I just watched her give birth to a child for me and die..."

When he said this, he already felt sorry for himself and was extremely desolate.Hearing those few words that made him drugged and emotional, Yinzhen was already emotionally surging and churning endlessly, and seeing him so sad and terrified, he took a step forward and hugged him in his arms.

Yinhu didn't have the strength to stay up all night, so he relied on Yinzhen's hand to lean against him.The latter's eyebrows changed a little, but he said in his mouth: "Xiao Ba, this is not your fault. Even if it is not Dong E, Huang Ama will marry you to another woman... She has already gone, but gave you You left your son behind. If you feel uneasy, take good care of your child."

Yinhu's expression was in a trance, and he forced a smile and said, "Yes, son."

Seeing that he was still a little dazed, Yin Zhen felt sorry for him: "Xiao Ba, you go to rest first, if you have anything to do, we will talk about it tomorrow when you get up."

Yinhu shook her head slowly: "I won't leave, she's still inside, and I want to see her off for the last time."

Yinzhen had no choice but to stay.No one expected that Fujin would go suddenly, and it was in the middle of the night, and there was no preparation, only two big maids who were close to her, and they cleaned up her body while crying.

The mansion didn't even have paper money for incense sticks, so Yinhu sat in a daze, her eyes were out of focus, and she didn't know where to look.After staying up until the sky was dim and the moon was setting and the stars were sinking, he moved and told Feng Jing: "Go to the study and bring over the calligraphy and painting that I framed during the Chinese New Year last year."

Feng Jing hurried to and hurried back, Yinzhen looked at the scroll familiar, and when Yinhu opened it, it was the song of the water tune, so he couldn't help being stunned.

Yinhu said with a pale smile, "I never gave her any good presents, so let this calligraphy and painting go with her."

Yinzhen didn't speak, and Yinhu didn't want to hear what he said, so he asked Feng Jing to bring the brazier over, put it on the fire, and lit it bit by bit, watching it until it burned out, leaving only a little ashes, Like ashes.

Yinhu's voice floated in the air in a false way: "There is a moon in the sky and on earth, so farewell to you forever. From now on... I won't write this song again."