I can't, I can't

How did he find out so late, time after time, always so late?

The little emperor couldn't help but think, be it Sheng Lingyu or Lu Qiao, why did he like him, what did they like about him?

He's just an ordinary guy.

Thousands of thoughts drifted by, and Kang Jiangxue's stomach hurt for a moment. He groaned, and the movement alarmed Lang Wei outside the car.

There was always a doctor accompanying the convoy, the astonished Lang Wei hurriedly brought him over to give the little emperor a pulse.

Kang Jiangxue had experienced tire inflation before, and she was afraid that she would torment her child again because of her emotional fluctuations, so she hurriedly held the car window and took a deep breath, trying to calm down as much as possible.

Lang Wei was concerned about the little emperor's safety, especially fearing that the little emperor might make mistakes: "How?"

This doctor has reliable medical skills, but he doesn't know the little emperor's identity, he only regards the little emperor as a noble lady who is inconvenient to reveal her identity, after contemplating for a while, he smiled and comforted him: "You don't have to worry, this lady is fine. "

The little emperor lowered his voice, and said in a vague tone: "I was in pain just now."

The doctor nodded again: "It's just a big fetal movement, Madam, don't worry, it's not a big deal, it's a normal situation near the delivery date."

The little emperor was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard the words, but he was suddenly startled: "What did you say? The delivery date is approaching?"

The doctor said: "Not bad." Then he was surprised, "Madam's pulse is stable and strong, the fetus is well taken care of, and now it is close to full-grown, at least ten days and a half months, and at most it will be born in early January. This pregnancy is ripe in October It's common sense, could it be that Madam can't even remember her own month?"

"..." Kang Jiangxue was not surprised because she couldn't remember clearly, on the contrary, she was a little bit overwhelmed because she remembered clearly.

How could his child be nearly ten months old?It's only early June now, not even seven months old!

Pingping showed him in the imperial city before, and said that the child in his womb was growing rapidly and might be born prematurely, but he didn't expect the speed to be so fast, and it was about to be born?

If it is possible to have an attack in half a month to one month, wouldn't it be possible to give birth to the child on the road?

The little emperor was really flustered, he had always been prepared to give birth to this child, but no matter what, he still wanted to survive this catastrophe with the company of relatives and friends as much as possible.

Ping Wuqi, Haitang, and Sheng Lingyu, in short...he is not alone.

The doctor saw the worry of the little emperor, and comforted him: "There is no need to worry so much. As long as Madam calm down and worry less, she can persist to the imperial city if she wants to, and she won't give birth too soon."

Since the doctor said so, Kang Jiangxue didn't dare to think deeply about those feelings that he didn't know how to face for the time being.

For the time being, he let go of the surprise and guilt that filled his heart, didn't think about Lu Qiao's eyes, didn't think about the relationship between him and Lu Qiao, just speeded up on the road in this way, stopped and walked, and spent nearly [-] days to revisit. Return to Kyoto.

When they came to the gate of the city, they had to go through a review just like when they left the city.

However, this time it was not as easy as last time. When the little emperor's carriage was checked, the city guards became stern when they heard that the carriage was a woman who had gone out to visit relatives and returned to Beijing: "Your wife Are you pregnant?"

The little emperor was worried all the way, and finally reached the front of the city, he was startled when he heard this, and the guards frowned even more.

The guard who guarded the city said seriously: "You don't have to look at me like that, and we don't want to do such troublesome things, but there is an order from above, telling us to investigate pregnant women in the near future. Besides, this woman is still Only relatives with imperial city household registration can come to support and provide evidence before entering the city."

"It's not intentional to offend you, it's business, please get off the car."

Specially investigating the woman, he could see through the disguise that the little emperor might have put on outside, and it became clear that it was Fu Honglang's handwriting.

The little emperor sneered in his heart, but he was really embarrassed by this. In the stalemate, hesitating, Kang Jiangxue suddenly felt a dull pain in his stomach, and couldn't help crying out: "No...my stomach hurts, it seems to be about to give birth .”

The little emperor shouted, where can I get off?He called Lang Wei and said, "Come here! Call the doctor!"

The timing of this cry of pain was so coincidental that the first reaction of the guards guarding the city was to pretend.

The Lang guards also couldn't tell the truth from the fake, some went to the car, and some argued with the guards: "The situation is urgent, please let us go to the city." .”

During the time of speaking, the little emperor's voice gradually became louder, and it sounded a bit tragic.

One of the guards guarding the city lifted the curtain of the car to look, and saw the lady in the car with a flower-like appearance, her face was pale, she was really about to give birth.

However, the guard still didn't dare to let him go, and stopped him, saying: "I have a duty to wait for, if no one comes to pick me up, I still can't let him go."

The situation of the two sides is stalemate, but the situation of the little emperor cannot wait.Just at the moment when the fire was imminent, a woman hurried over to the gate of the city, handed over the document and said: "I am from the imperial city, and I have the household registration document here. Once it happens, don’t waste time.”

The guards were also anxious, seeing that the official seal on the document could not be forged, and that the woman's identity was true, they waved their hands and let her go.

The young woman thanked her repeatedly, and after greeting Lang Wei, she boarded the carriage in two steps: "Brother Sheng has already sent a letter, you all come with me, and I will show you the way."

The little emperor was in pain, the car passed through the city gate and entered the official road, Kang Jiangxue was distracted and looked at the woman, and when she recognized it, she was really shocked.

He had almost completely forgotten about this woman, and when he saw this woman, it seemed that he suddenly pulled out such a person from his memory, it was both familiar and strange.

Chen Yin, the younger sister of Sheng Lingyu's dead best friend, is the first love that Sheng Lingyu had a feeling for in the original text, and she was also the girl who had a contact with the little emperor in the brothel, and Sheng Lingyu beat her up in the palace for her.

He was thinking disorganized, the car stopped, Lang Wei carefully hugged the little emperor and got out of the car, after walking a few steps, two other voices eagerly greeted him.

The male voice said: "This is...?! Quickly enter the house! Come here, heat the water!"

The female voice was younger and more lively, and her voice changed in a hurry: "Your Majesty?! What's wrong with Your Majesty?! Oh, make way! Clear the room for me!"

The man and the woman were none other than Ping Wuqi and Haitang. The two had just been placed in this house, and they had been waiting for the little emperor to come back.

Kang Jiangxue herself did not expect to see Ping Wuqi and Haitang at such a time. As soon as they met, her heart returned to the original place in an instant, and she felt a sense of peace of mind.

He was not in a hurry at first, but the people in the yard were running around in a hurry.

The little emperor was carried to bed, someone undressed him, someone drew the curtain for him, someone boiled hot water for him, and someone boiled medicine for him.

Ping Wuqi seized the position next to the little emperor, and checked the situation while taking his pulse: "Your Majesty, what do you think?"

Haitang also frantically output: "Does it hurt? Your Majesty! Your Majesty, please say something quickly! What should the servant do? Do you want your Majesty to lean on the servant?"

There were people in front of him, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Kang Jiangxue. With all the attention, the little emperor's expression suddenly became complicated.

His expression was a little blank, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only whisper: "Now...uh, it doesn't seem to hurt anymore." Ever since he entered the house, his stomach suddenly stopped, as if playing a joke.

Ping Wuqi was overwhelmed by the little emperor's pretty face, and he couldn't believe it: "You really don't feel pain anymore?"

The little emperor: "It really doesn't hurt anymore."

Haitang: "Is it uncomfortable in other places?"

The little emperor: "It's not uncomfortable at all."

"So..." All the busy people quieted down, and asked plainly, "Are you still alive?"

Kang Jiangxue: "..."

Kang Jiangxue: "No more, next time."

The air was strangely silent for a moment, and Kang Jiangxue was also a little embarrassed by her "briefly wanting to give birth".The others were not embarrassed, they just felt a false alarm and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Ping Wuqi touched his forehead, feeling terrified: "It's still a little sudden, my knife hasn't been sharpened yet."

The knife is not sharpened yet.

"..." Kang Jiangxue was speechless, and didn't dare to think about how to use the knife after it was sharpened, so she sat up while supporting Haitang's hand.

Seeing this, the others began to disperse, and the Lang guards also saluted together, and retreated outside the door. In the room, there was only the ordinary Begonia little emperor, and Chen Yin, who had been guarding the periphery of the crowd before.