Dote on the harem

When Yuwen Junjue arrived at Mu Zishu's dormitory, he saw several imperial physicians standing aside and whispering, while Zishu on the bed was already pale, and the cold sweat on his forehead from the pain wet his ink hair.

When the imperial doctors saw the emperor coming in, they knelt down to pay their respects.Yuwen Junjue gave them a sideways glance, then hurried to the bed, took the handkerchief from Wenmei's hand and wiped the sweat off Mu Zishu's forehead.

"People are hurting like this, why are you still sticking around!"

The imperial physicians wiped their sweat silently, and the imperial physician Liang was the first to bear the brunt again and said: "Go back to the emperor, my son...you don't want to give birth!"

Yuwen Junjue frowned, looking at the painful person on the bed.Mu Zishu's stomach hurts badly, his breathing is very rapid, and the painful groans seem to be uncontrollable, but he still presses the quilt tightly with one hand, and panics when he sees Yuwen Junjue with the other hand. Hastily tugged on his cuff.

"Spell...I can't give birth...the emperor's son is only eight months...he is only eight months..."

Seeing that his body seemed to be convulsed by the pain, Yuwen Junjue lifted him up and hugged him halfway into his arms, gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, and persuaded softly: "It's okay, don't worry, I am too. Those who were born less than a month old are doing fine now? Don’t be afraid, follow the doctor’s instructions and everything will be fine.”

Mu Zishu was a little stunned by the pain, and his head was dizzy listening to what Yuwen Junjue said. He was afraid that the child would be bad if he was born less than a month old. Hearing that Yuwen Junjue was born in less than a month at this time, he felt a little relieved.

The Imperial Physician Liang at the side hurriedly said: "Young Master, just now I saw that your birth canal has been opened, so it is impossible not to give birth, and please don't be stubborn, Young Master, it would be better to give birth to the little prince earlier."

Mu Zishu was still a little worried and confused, but the imperial doctor also said that the birth canal had been opened, and if he didn't give birth, he would only suffocate the baby in his abdomen. At this moment, there was a sudden sharp pain, which made him almost cry out, and his hands trembled. Holding Yuwen Junjue's hand tightly.

Yuwen Junjue was very distressed, bowed his head and kissed his forehead, tightened his hand, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, the emperor wants to come out on the good day of Yuan Ri, it's okay."

Panting heavily, Mu Zishu barely looked up at Yuwen Junjue, held his hand tightly, and finally nodded.

Seeing him nodding, the imperial physicians hurriedly lifted the quilt from his lower body. They had checked the acupoints just now, the birth canal had been opened, some faint bloodstains flowed out, and the child seemed to be in a hurry to come out.

"The son is about to give birth, the emperor should avoid it."

Hearing that Yuwen Junjue was asked to avoid him, Mu Zishu's heart felt uneasy, and he clutched his hand tightly in fear.

No matter what breaking the rules, Yuwen Junjue gave Doctor Liang a dissatisfied look, then kissed Mu Zishu's face, and said softly, "I won't leave, don't be afraid, I will always be here."

Only then did Mu Zishu feel relieved, and he relaxed a little in Yuwen Junjue's arms, as if he could give him more strength by his company.

The emperor has said so, what can the good doctor do?Anyway, he has seen a lot of Mr. Mu's special treatment, so he doesn't worry about this issue anymore.

"My minister offended."

After finishing speaking, Imperial Physician Liang bent Mu Zishu's legs open, checked the acupuncture points carefully again, Wenlan Wenmei also anxiously prepared hot water.

Mu Zishu maintained that position for so long, when suddenly his legs were bent and opened, he couldn't help trembling in pain, and the moan escaped his lips unexpectedly, causing Yuwen Junjue's heart to tremble.

"My lord, don't worry, the birth canal is well opened, the little prince will definitely be born safely, please follow the password of the humble minister, don't worry."

Mu Zishu was so painful that he lost consciousness, and he didn't know if he heard the imperial physician's words clearly, so he just nodded vaguely, but his hand was trembling all the time, holding on to Yuwen Junjue's hand tightly, and he didn't let go for a moment.

Yuwen Junjue didn't know where he got so much strength, his hand hurt so much when he grabbed it, thinking that he must be in great pain, he felt sorry for him in his heart, and didn't care about the insignificant pain in his hand, so he carefully moved the He comforted him in his arms, wiping away his sweat with a cloth towel over and over again.

"My lord, please come along with me, and try hard on your lower abdomen carefully."

Mu Zishu opened his eyes, but he seemed to be unable to see anything. He carefully tried what the imperial doctor said, and exerted force on his lower abdomen. As soon as the child in the abdomen moved outward for a while, Mu Zishu was in so much pain that he dared not No matter how hard you try, let the child retract into the abdomen again.

"No... no... it hurts..."

He was in so much pain that Yuwen Junjue had no other emotions other than his heartache. He couldn't grasp or touch the pain, so he could only hug him to comfort him.

Physician Liang wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said sternly: "It is certain that childbirth will be painful, not to mention that you are a man, if you can't bear the pain, the little prince will have to suffocate to death."

Hearing what Imperial Physician Liang said, Mu Zishu's heart trembled, and he shook his head hastily. Nothing will happen to the child, it's just his and Jue's child, absolutely nothing will happen to him.

"I can... I can..."

Mu Zishu pulled himself together and pushed the child out hard. His legs were trembling with pain, but the child shrank back when he was exhausted.

Physician Liang finally saw the child's head faintly, but retracted it again, and was so anxious that he almost couldn't breathe.

"Sir, don't worry, take it easy, take it easy."

Yuwen Junjue could also see that he was anxious, so he kissed him comfortingly, wiped his sweat and said, "Don't worry, the emperor will be born safely, just relax."

Mu Zishu nodded, panting heavily, trying to calm down his breath.

Just when he had almost calmed down, there was another severe colic in his abdomen.

"what--"

Imperial Physician Liang was shocked, and hurriedly said: "My lord, use your strength!"

Mu Zishu was in so much pain that he couldn't take care of it. He only heard the imperial doctor tell him to push hard, so he tried his best to hold his breath and pushed the child out again. The pain was so painful that the hand holding Yuwen Junjue was shaking.

Yuwen Junjue was also sweating anxiously at this time, and squeezed his hand to comfort him.

"The child's head is coming out, son, try harder, harder!"

Hearing the imperial physician's words, Mu Zishu smiled slightly, wanted to raise his body to take a look, but a burst of severe pain hit him, and he fell back into Yuwen Junjue's arms, gasping for breath with difficulty.

"Zi Shu, come on, the emperor will be out soon."

"My lord, work hard, give birth to the little prince in one go!"

He exerted so much force just now, but now Mu Zishu was a little bit out of strength. It was obvious that his abdomen and lower body were hurting, but it felt like his whole body was in pain. He was slightly convulsed, but when he thought of the child coming out soon, he still swelled up. Strength, listen to the doctor's words and forcefully squeeze the child out.

"Um-"

Physician Liang looked at the child who was gradually moving out of the acupuncture point, and encouraged him excitedly: "My lord, use your strength, the child is about to come out!"

Yuwen Junjue was protecting the person in his arms, and when he heard Imperial Physician Liang say this, he involuntarily raised his eyes to look between Mu Zishu's legs. Although his sight was somewhat blocked by the quilt, when he thought of He Zishu's child, he would When I came to this world, I couldn't stop being happy in my heart.

Mu Zishu only felt that the child was about to slip out of his body, and there was also a tearing pain in his lower body. The pain was so painful that he was a little unconscious, but knowing that the child was about to be born, he still exerted all his strength.

"what--"

"Come out! Come out! It's a little prince!"

Physician Liang's delighted voice made everyone in the room breathe a sigh of relief, and they were also happy.

Mu Zishu was already exhausted, and his back seemed to be torn due to the birth of the child, and there was still a faint pain. Knowing that the child was born, he closed his eyes and wanted to rest for a while.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, several imperial physicians suddenly exclaimed, and Mu Zishu's heart tightened instantly.

Yuwen Junjue put his arms around the person in his arms and looked at several imperial physicians.

"What's the matter?"

Several imperial physicians were sweating profusely, looking at Yuwen Junjue, not knowing how to speak.

Yuwen Junjue frowned, and suddenly found that the child was born but hadn't cried yet, and he couldn't help but feel a little ominous.

"Say!"

Imperial Physician Liang held the child in his hand, tremblingly said: "Your Majesty... the little prince is... a dead baby... Your Majesty, forgive me!"

Immediately, all the imperial physicians and court ladies knelt down one after another: "Your Majesty, forgive me!"

Yuwen Junjue seemed to have been hit hard in the heart, and couldn't help being stunned, until the person in his arms struggled to recover.

When Mu Zishu heard the imperial doctor say that the child he had worked so hard to give birth to was actually a dead baby, his mind suddenly went blank, and then the huge pain hit him, and he struggled in disbelief to get up to see.

"No! Impossible! Show me, show me how the emperor is a dead baby!"

Yuwen Junjue also felt uncomfortable, and seeing him in such pain felt even more painful, he hugged him tightly, and said to Doctor Liang: "Hold the child down!"

"No! I want to see! Show me!"

"Hold it down!"

Physician Liang hurriedly responded and carried the dead baby out of the bedroom.

Mu Zishu couldn't believe this fact. Seeing Imperial Physician Liang take the child out, he wanted to get out of bed and chase after him, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

"No! Jue, show me, the emperor is not a dead baby, show me!"

He was so emotional, and he had just given birth, how could Yuwen Junjue let him get out of bed, and hugged him tightly in his arms, feeling extremely distressed.

Mu Zishu didn't care about Yuwen Junjue's obstruction. His body was already very weak, but he kept struggling, and his tears never stopped. He just refused to believe that the emperor he was looking forward to day and night would be a dead baby. In his womb!

Yuwen Junjue closed his eyes, endured the pain in his heart, and ruthlessly touched Mu Zishu's sleeping point.Seeing him quietly fainting in her arms, she lowered her head and kissed his lips distressedly, and carefully placed him on the bed.

After arranging Mu Zishu, Yuwen Junjue's face immediately sank, looked at a group of imperial doctors and said in a low voice: "What's going on? How could my emperor's son be a dead baby! Your half-monthly check-ups are for nothing !"

A group of imperial doctors looked at me and I looked at you. No one dared to speak out. Finally, the good imperial doctor who came in after handing over the child to Suoxi said tremblingly: "Go back to the emperor, I will check the son every half a month and find nothing. The young master's pulse is different, logically speaking, the little prince should be healthy."

Yuwen Junjue's face became more and more gloomy, "It stands to reason? What about the result? Is yours supposed to be this result!"

"Your Majesty, calm down! If you have taken the chronic poison, you will definitely be able to see some heresy on the pulse, but the pulse is the same. I guess that there may be a foreign body in Qingyue Hall that caused the child to give birth to a dead baby."

"Why do chronic miscarriages give birth to dead babies?"

Doctor Liang sniffed his nose, looked up and looked around, saw the small purse hanging beside the bed, stepped forward to take it out and smelled it, and suddenly realized: "My Majesty, this purse has the effect of purifying poison. Wei Chen ventured to guess that there might be some foreign matter that can be inhaled in the son's bedroom, it may be some kind of gas, which is specially used to cause abortion and it is difficult to find. Inhaling this gas is very likely to cause the child to die at full term In the process, the person who conceived a child will also die because of this. The young master is afraid that he has been inhaling the gas for a while. This purse has the effect of purifying poison, and sucked away some residual poisonous gas, which saved the young master's life. For the time being I still don't know what is in the son's bedroom until the son gave birth to a dead baby, please allow the emperor to allow me to check the ancient medical books and then inform the emperor."

Yuwen Junjue glanced around this dormitory with a sullen face, he lived here every night but never found anything hurting Zishu unknowingly!Knowing that there was a foreign object in the room, and afraid of hurting Zishu again, Yuwen Junjue snorted coldly, wrapped Mu Zishu in a quilt, and hugged him horizontally.

"I only give you three days! Suoxi, go back to Huanglan Palace!"

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