Wind over Yongning

At this time, someone suddenly broke into the house: "Master...Master, Mrs. Haitang is back."

Feng Nongying was overjoyed and shouted loudly, "Please!"

As soon as the words were finished, Mrs. Haitang walked in quickly, and Xi Yuanzhou followed her into the door together. When they saw Hongjuan lying on the bed with her eyes closed, she panicked and fell to the side of the bed.

"Hongjuan." Xi Yuanzhou shouted anxiously: "What's the matter with you, open your eyes quickly."

Mrs. Haitang was upset, she directly pushed him away, stretched out her hand to hold Hongjuan's wrist, suddenly felt Hongjuan's pulse beating gently with her fingertips, she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Hongjuan is still alive, You don't have to worry, let me check her pulse carefully to see where her injury is."

"No need." As soon as Madam Haitang finished speaking, Feng Nongying said.Then he lifted the sleeves covering Hongjuan's abdomen to reveal the wound on her abdomen, and asked indifferently, "Aunt Haitang, is there a cure?"

"What's going on here!" Mrs. Haitang was shocked when she saw Hongjuan's wound. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Hongjuan lying on the bed covered in blood. The bulging belly that was pregnant with Liujia suddenly disappeared.

But now that Feng Nongying let go of his fingers, Hongjuan's wound naturally opened to both sides, exposing the flesh and blood inside, but the blood flow that was gradually decreasing suddenly increased, and even the mattress under Hongjuan was soaked in an instant.

Mrs. Haitang gasped, and the smell of blood in the room poured into her abdominal cavity. She shook her hands and said, "What did you do, why did you do this?"

Facing Mrs. Haitang at this moment, Feng Nongying was no longer flustered as before, but his expression was unusually indifferent. He said in a deep voice, "Hongjuan is having a difficult labor, fearing that she will die twice, so she has to cut her belly to get her son."

Hongjuan, who was lying on the bed with a faint breath, moved her fingertips to hook Mrs. Haitang's sleeve at this moment, and still said in a very small voice: "It's me, it's my own thoughts."

"Laparotomy, laparotomy... how painful it is." Mrs. Haitang took a deep breath, took out a medicine bottle from her bosom tremblingly, pulled out the cork from the medicine bottle and placed it under Hongjuan's nose tremblingly. Suppressing her crying, she choked up and said, "Good girl, take a quick breath, datura pollen can relieve pain."

Hongjuan wanted to say that she was not in pain, but she felt so tired that she didn't even have the strength to open her mouth, so she could only take a deep breath obediently.

"Come here!" Mrs. Haitang turned her head and quickly ordered: "Go to my room and bring the gut and golden needles."

"Yes!"

Not long after, someone brought over Mrs. Haitang's needs. Mrs. Haitang threaded the hair-thin gut through the golden needle, stretched out her hand and brushed aside the black hair covering Hongjuan's face, and said very firmly: "I will definitely save you." As he spoke, he stuck the gold needle into the wound on Hongjuan's abdomen.

Seeing this, Feng Nongying grabbed Mrs. Haitang's hand and asked, "What are you doing?"

Mrs. Haitang shook off Feng Nongying's hand and sewed up Hongjuan's wound while saying: "Such a deep wound is like a torn garment. It is wishful thinking to want to heal itself. It won't be long before this continues. I'm afraid Hongjuan will Juan will bleed to death, and now the only way to stop the bleeding is to mend the wound."

Feng Nongying watched Mrs. Haitang stitch up Hongjuan's wound like she was sewing clothes, and couldn't help but feel even more sad: "How can a person be compared with clothes."

Mrs. Haitang finally tied the catgut and pulled out the gold needle. She breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground. She said with a wry smile: "This method is recorded in my father's medical records. I have tried it several times over the years. Tonight If Hongjuan is safe and sound, then she has escaped a catastrophe, if she develops a high fever... she can only resign herself to fate."

Mrs. Haitang is not sure if she can save Hongjuan. She has used suture many times, saving soldiers who were seriously injured and would die on the battlefield. Only [-]% of them survived after she sutured the wounds. Now that Hongjuan is in a state, she has no perfect solution, she can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.Mrs. Haitang sighed, took out a white jade bottle from her sleeve pocket, took out one of Baihua Villa's unique Shiquan Dabu Dan inside, and put it in Hongjuan's mouth, her eyes turned red when she saw Hongjuan's pale face.

After hearing Mrs. Haitang's words, Feng Nongying closed her eyes and did not speak. After a long silence, she pointed at the baby in Le Yongning's arms and said in a deep voice, "Everyone pays homage to the young master."

The baby who had already fallen asleep in Le Yongning's arms, who hadn't noticed, immediately attracted everyone's attention.Xi Yuanzhou stepped forward quickly and looked at the little baby in Le Yongning's arms who was still glowing blue, and blurted out: "Is this my child with Hongjuan?"

None of the people present answered Xi Yuanzhou's words. Mrs. Haitang walked up to Le Yongning and stretched out her hand to press her fingertips on the artery in the fetus's neck. It's been a while in the mother's womb, so it won't be a big problem if you take care of it."

"En." Feng Nongying responded, then turned to Xi Yuanzhou, looked into his eyes and said seriously: "This is the young master of Baihua Villa, the eldest son of Yongning Houfu, her name is Feng Zhuyue, It's my Feng Nongying's child."

"Owner……"

Just as Xi Yuanzhou was about to say something, Feng Nongying raised his hand to stop her and said, "I told you long ago that my Baihua Villa won't be able to support a child, and the Xi family dislikes Hongjuan's low status and doesn't want her in. , then this child has nothing to do with your Xi family, Hongjuan will never be a concubine, and Hongjuan's child will never be a concubine... Do you understand?"

Xi Yuanzhou closed his eyes, and after a long silence he let out a long breath: "Yes."

"Yuanzhou..." Just when Xi Yuanzhou felt unwilling, Hongjuan's voice came.

Xi Yuanzhou walked quickly to the bedside and knelt in front of Hongjuan, held her hand and said softly, "I'm here."

Hongjuan's face was pale but her lips were even whiter. She hooked the corners of her lips weakly and said intermittently: "I want to keep the child in the villa. Every month is a girl. No one cares about her when she goes to Xi's house, and the family is the only one who cares about her." Rules are heavy, I don't want her to be raised as a puppet bound by rules, if she is by Master's side in Baihua Villa, she will be more comfortable in the future...Will you blame me?"

"No...Of course not!" Xi Yuanzhou replied immediately. He saw Hongjuan opened her eyes slightly, and she was not as lively as before. Listen to you, do whatever you say, you must get better."

Hongjuan did not answer, she knew her physical condition very well in her heart, sniffing Datura pollen made her feel no pain, and taking Shiquan Dabu Dan did lift her up a bit, but at this moment, it seemed as if she had returned to the light, It didn't make her feel the slightest joy, this calamity is probably her death calamity.

She looked through Xi Yuanzhou's shoulder at the baby who was held in Le Yongning's arms not far away. Her child, she had never seen what she looked like, and it was a pity that she would never be able to see her grow up again.

Sensing Hongjuan's gaze, Le Yongning stepped forward immediately, and put the child beside Hongjuan: "The child is asleep, and looks very similar to you."

Hongjuan smiled, her vision was a little blurry, she didn't know whether it was due to excessive blood loss or datura pollen, she couldn't see the child's face clearly, so she raised her hand and touched the child's warm skin with her cool fingertips. Cheeks feel satisfied.Then she looked at Feng Nongying again, Feng Nongying's original white robe was stained with blood, as if she was wearing a red dress, Hongjuan smiled and said: "It can be seen that the master is wearing red, the white is too plain, the master's beautiful face is as beautiful as fish and wild goose Red is the prettiest style, I specially... specially made the wedding dress, Feng wearing peony wedding dress...it must be very beautiful."

Feng Nongying sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Hongjuan, pulled up the quilt beside her to cover Hongjuan, and said in a warm voice, "Heal your wounds well, and when you recover, I will show you in red every day."

"Master is magnificent, red is beautiful..." Hongjuan didn't know if she heard Feng Nongying's words, she said to herself, her voice was intermittent and vague, and the people present couldn't quite hear what she said. But everyone could feel that Hongjuan's breathing was getting weaker and weaker.

Seeing Hongjuan slowly closing her eyes, Feng Nongying immediately reached out and pinched her face, calling softly, "Don't sleep, Hongjuan, talk to us, Yuan Zhou and I have a lot to say to you." explain."

"Master..." Hongjuan tried her best but couldn't open her eyes. She said in a very soft voice, "I'm so cold...so sleepy..."

"I'll hold you, and you won't be cold if I hold you. Don't sleep, okay. I'll read to you from a Chinese story book. We still have a lot of new things that we haven't tried one by one." Xi Yuanzhou hugged tightly Holding Hongjuan, his tears fell drop by drop from his eye sockets, just falling on Hongjuan's face, but none of them could wake Hongjuan up.

Feng Nongying's reddish eye sockets were filled with tears, but he closed his eyes when the tears were about to burst out.

After a while, Feng Nongying opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to wipe off the blood on Hongjuan's face, and said softly, "Go to sleep, I know you are in pain and tired, just take a good rest."

The whole room was silent, without any sound. Hongjuan lay in Xi Yuanzhou's arms without making a sound. Her body temperature became lower and lower, but it rose suddenly after a while. The high fever made Hongjuan's face flushed. It made the pale face a little more complexion, but it made everyone's hearts sink.

Mrs. Haitang immediately gave Hongjuan an injection to reduce her fever, but it was of no avail. Hongjuan's breathing became lighter and lighter, and she gradually lost her voice...

Watching the morning light break in the sky outside and cast a ray of light on the ground, Feng Nongying opened the window in the house, and the sunlight just shone on Hongjuan's face on the bed, Feng Nongying turned his head and said with a loud smile: "Hongjuan , today's spring is just right, how about we go for an outing?"

But the voice that would chirp with him no matter what he said in the past never sounded again...

The author has something to say:

Hongjuan died from... a wound infection, the laparotomy knife was not sterilized, the needle and thread used to sew her belly were not sterilized, and she didn't even wash her hands... So...

Ppps resigned and I have to rest for two days, so stop updating for two days and take a break, and I won’t update for the next two days...