I can't, I can't

Why is it about to give birth?He still has no sense of reality.

When being helped into the hall by the servants who came after hearing the sound, Kang Jiangxue was still thinking a little bit blankly: wait, does he still have amniotic fluid?

It feels right and wrong...

So weird.

In view of the experience of the last near-delivery, everyone was more calm in dealing with emergencies and acted in an orderly manner, but even so, there was still a tense atmosphere pervading, which made people dare not breathe.

When Ping Wuqi came to welcome the little emperor, he came with the same hands and feet. After instructing the people to put the little emperor down carefully, he and Kang Jiangxue made a vigorous gesture: "Your Majesty, take a deep breath, breathe! Breathe! Take a deep breath!"

The little emperor had a complicated expression: "Take a deep breath first! You're all right!"

Ping Wuqi was stunned by the words, his expression was a little dull, and he looked a little funny.

But Kang Jiangxue couldn't laugh at all, because the next moment he heard Ping Wuqi order someone to take a knife for him, and urged him again and again: "Boil it in water, and move faster."

This... the sharp knife was held in front of him in a blink of an eye, and the medicine pot containing Mafeisan was also close at hand.

The little emperor's heart was beating like a drum, and his skin was tense: "Wait!" Kang Jiangxue panicked, not ready yet, and asked in shock, "Start now? Get the knife right?"

Ping Wuqi nodded: "Time is running out, the sooner the better."

Kang Jiangxue's scalp was numb, and she was extremely resistant: "You at least let me give birth first! I'm so mediocre, I'm so mediocre, give me a chance, in case I can give birth smoothly!"

Ping Wuqi was "impressed" by the little emperor's roar, stopped for a while, thought for a while, and felt that it made some sense: "Alright."

Ping Wuqi didn't know what to say, and added: "Then please, Your Majesty first, hurry up!"

First please, hurry up, as if he could start if he wanted to!The little emperor was full of complexities, looking up at the sky, quietly feeling the changes in his belly.

He was afraid that he would still feel nothing for a while, but fortunately this time it seemed that the time had come, and the development of the situation did not disappoint him too much.

Within a few minutes, Kang Jiangxue began to have labor pains, and his stomach throbbed. The pain caused his image to collapse on the spot, and he burst into obscenities.

Fuck!What a contraction... It's huge, painful, incomparable!

Kang Jiangxue was sweating all over in just a second, grabbing the bed curtain with both hands.

What the hell is this! !The pain is so painful that it makes people go out of their bodies directly!

He's dead, he's dead, he's dead! !I can't, I can't, I can't! !

Ping Wuqi got into the quilt to check the situation. The picture was actually too embarrassing for a grown man, and it could easily kill people.

However, Kang Jiangxue couldn't care less about the pain. His body and soul seemed to be completely cut apart. The only thing he could do was to stretch his neck, breathing desperately, and shouted as if venting: "I, I... ..."

Haitang wiped the little emperor's sweat, and asked anxiously, "What? What does Your Majesty want?"

Kang Jiangxue didn't want anything at first, but when she heard her question, she subconsciously replied, "I, I want Sheng Lingyu!"

Haitang nodded frantically: "Okay, okay! Mr. Sheng will be here soon, and he is already on his way."

The little emperor was startled when he heard the sound, took a deep breath in the labor pain, and felt a little dazed, wondering if Haitang was coaxing him: "Is it true?... He has arrived in the imperial city?"

Haitang replied: "Really! What did this servant lie to you for?!"

Kang Jiangxue has been enduring her own sense of emptiness, when she suddenly heard that Sheng Lingyu was coming, she didn't know what mood she was in: "Then why didn't you say it before?"

Haitang also had no choice but to say, "Your Majesty suddenly had an attack, and the slaves didn't have time to do it. Isn't this what I'm going to say!"

When Kang Jiangxue heard these words, she just received some powerful comfort. Seeing that Ping Wuqi was in so much pain, she couldn't help but take the sputum and scattered it. She quickly turned her head and shouted stubbornly: "Don't, don't, take it away. Take it away!"

"Give me another chance!"

An operation cannot be performed easily. He really didn't want to have a caesarean section without a sterile room.

After such a toss, it took nearly two cups of tea. When the wave of labor pains passed, Kang Jiangxue was drenched, as if she had just been fished out of the water.

The little emperor had no strength at all, he couldn't open his eyes, he couldn't speak, he could only hum.

Haitang was terribly afraid: "Your Majesty, do you want to sleep?... You can't sleep at this time."

The little emperor whispered weakly: "Where can I sleep, just rest for a while."

During this short intermission, Kang Jiangxue was physically exhausted, but her heart was exceptionally sober.

His mind was empty because of the pain, and he needed Sheng Lingyu more and more urgently.

It would be great if Sheng Lingyu was here.

If he's with you...

Kang Jiangxue was thinking in a trance, when she suddenly heard disordered footsteps outside the door, and someone rushed over.

Haitang breathed in surprise and nothing unusual, and a cry of "Master Sheng" sounded at the same time, and Kang Jiangxue smelled a familiar faint fragrance in the air blowing over.

he came?He's here?

Kang Jiangxue's heart skipped a beat, and her spirits cheered up. Before she could open her eyes, she stretched out her hand gropingly.

Soon, someone caught his hand and held it tightly.

Familiar touch, familiar temperature.

It was Sheng Lingyu.

It's his Yulang.

Kang Jiangxue's heart was beating violently, and he wanted to cry for a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, and was about to speak, when a drop of sweat rolled from Sheng Lingyu's hair and onto the little emperor's pillow.

Sheng Lingyu's body was covered with sweat, whether it was from anxiety or tiredness, his face, which was not like an ordinary person, was wet, and his whole body was no different from that of the little emperor, all drenched like that.

A person like him shouldn't look so embarrassed. Kang Jiangxue wanted to say "calm down" to Sheng Lingyu, but when the words came to her lips, she was attracted by other changes: "Why are you trembling?"

The little emperor held Sheng Lingyu's hand back, but there was a heart-rending trembling from that beautiful hand: "You are trembling."

Sheng Lingyu didn't reply to the little emperor's words, but asked in a deep voice, "Does it hurt?"

The voice sounded very distant, and it was only at this time that Kang Jiangxue noticed that Sheng Lingyu was not sitting on the edge of the bed, his knees were on the ground, but he knelt beside the little emperor as soon as he entered the door.

Kang Jiangxue looked into Sheng Lingyu's eyes, and saw an impenetrable watery light inside, as if the person suffering at this moment was not the little emperor, but the person in front of him.

Kang Jiangxue's throat suddenly felt dry, and she replied unconsciously: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

Naturally, it will not work if this continues, I am afraid that if it is delayed, it will be delayed and become a dystocia.Ping Wuqi let the little emperor try this for a while, but finally made up his mind, called someone to make room, and wiped the little emperor's abdomen.

Ping Wuqi said: "Your Majesty, don't be afraid. Although this is the last resort, this servant will never risk His Majesty's life. Your Majesty believes in me."

Ping Wuqi said so, there is no possibility of Kang Jiangxue refusing, he bit the bullet and responded: "...Come on, bring Mafeisan."

Sheng Lingyu was the closest, right next to the little emperor, seeing Ping Wuqi holding up a sharp thin-edged short knife to feed the little emperor medicine, his body paused and suddenly went stiff.

Kang Jiangxue was immersed in the fear of being stabbed after all, when suddenly her eyes went dark, and Sheng Lingyu's body stood in front of him, separating ordinary contact.

Ping Wuqi was blocked halfway, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Master Sheng?"

Sheng Lingyu turned her back to Ping Wuqi, stared directly at the little emperor, and said dryly, "Axue...we don't want to give birth."

For this sake, what should I do if I don't give birth?Saying something that doesn't happen sounds reckless and willful, but it's so childish that it doesn't seem like something Sheng Lingyu can say.

However, Kang Jiangxue and Sheng Lingyu were very close, and he could clearly see Sheng Lingyu's eyes. His eyes were as lonely and quiet as the night, and when he looked deeper, there was a kind of paranoia that made people dare not delve into them.

what is this?

Kang Jiangxue faintly sensed that something was wrong with Sheng Lingyu, and she couldn't help being dazzled by those eyes. As a doctor, Ping Wuqi couldn't let the situation develop like this. Ping Wuqi calmed down and said, "Master Sheng, Please move out of the way."

Sheng Lingyu didn't seem to hear at all, and the situation became stalemate.Kang Jiangxue was held in Sheng Lingyu's arms, but he really didn't intend to let go.

But how could the child not be born?Kang Jiangxue had already made up his mind to meet the knife head-on. He patted Sheng Lingyu's arm and said softly, "Don't mess around, let me go."

Sheng Lingyu still didn't move, the trembling that he hadn't stopped since he entered the room transitioned to the little emperor, Kang Jiangxue's eyebrows twitched, and only then did he suddenly fully understand what Sheng Lingyu was thinking.

It's like this... So it's like this, Sheng Lingyu is afraid, just like the little emperor who has been afraid to face the knife, afraid.

A man like Sheng Lingyu who would not even change face in the face of death, but because of the little emperor, was so afraid and so fragile, it seemed that a gust of wind could easily destroy him now.

The little emperor clasped Sheng Lingyu's arm tightly, and didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only repeat it over and over again, telling both Sheng Lingyu and himself: "It's okay, I'm okay, I'm the real dragon emperor, this kind of small catastrophe What is it? Just wait and see."

As soon as the words fell, Kang Jiangxue ushered in new contractions, his body shook suddenly, completely unexpected, but he didn't want Sheng Lingyu to see him looking like he was dying.

In an instant, he didn't know where the strength came from, and he poured out a force with all his heart to resist the pain.

The little emperor was angry and shocked, and shouted: "Come out, come out for me!!!"

Kang Jiangxue yelled, and when the sound broke, a mass of heat was pushed out of her body.

Ping Wuqi's expression changed drastically, and he bent down. Immediately, loud cries sounded out of nowhere, and the arrival of the baby was like the rising sun, illuminating the night.

Haitang followed to help, only took one look, couldn't hold back the tears, and burst into tears: "It's born! Your Majesty gave birth!! It's a girl! It's a princess!"

Kang Jiangxue was still in a trance with a sudden relaxation in her abdomen. Hearing that she gave birth, her mind was still a little dazed—did he give birth by himself?

Where did it come from?

... Forget it, don't tell him, he doesn't want to know at all.

Kang Jiangxue turned her head to the side, her forehead was just touching Sheng Lingyu's. At this moment, although the surroundings were noisy, for them, there was only each other in the world.

Kang Jiangxue smiled lowly, and she was full of joy when she was tired: "Look, what did I say? I'm fine, I'm fine."

Sheng Lingyu didn't say anything for a long time, and after a long time, he replied with a wet nasal voice, "Yes."

The little baby was picked up from the quilt, the umbilical cord was cut, washed with warm water, wrapped properly, and sent to the little emperor.

Haitang cried and laughed, put down her swaddling clothes, and urged: "Your Majesty, Mr. Sheng, look quickly, the little princess is here."