Salted fish is pregnant with the emperor's cub after wearing a book

born, a little prince

Now it's winter, Mr. Xiao Lang is still living in the Hanliang Palace after the hot flashes have passed, he has a big belly waiting to give birth, and he is not ready to move his nest for the time being.

When it started, it was probably at the beginning of Yin Shi. Xu Yanqing was awakened by the overwhelming pain in his stomach. Before he could open his mouth to call for someone, Yin Yanjun beside him had already opened his eyes.

"Qingqing, but your stomach hurts?" Recently, Han Yuyi said that Mr. Xiao Lang might trigger it at any time, so Yin Yanjun couldn't sleep well every night.

Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang hasn't changed much, but Mr. Yin Yan has lost a lot of weight in half a month.

"Master Dao, my stomach hurts." He has been feeling a tight pain in his abdomen for about half a month, but today the pain has become more intense.

The lingering tension lingered between Yin Yanjun's eyebrows, but he still forced himself to be calm and raised his hand to touch Xiaolangjun's cheek and comforted him gently: "Qingqing, don't be afraid, I'll let Wenjing call the imperial doctor and Steady lady."

Wen Jing got the order and hurried out of the Hanliang Palace, fortunately, everything was prepared beforehand, and all the servants in the Hanliang Palace prepared everything in the delivery room in an orderly manner.

There was so much movement in the Hanliang Hall, which naturally alarmed the Empress Dowager in the Yunhe Hall. When the Empress Dowager walked into the Hanliang Hall with Hong Luan's support, Mr. Xiao Lang had already been transferred to the delivery room.

Yin Yanjun supported Xiao Langjun to lean in his arms, took the decoction handed over by Wen Jing, and fed Xiao Langjun to drink it bit by bit.

The pain in my stomach was so bad, Xu Yanqing couldn't help but clenched the Daoist's hand, and looked over pitifully: "Daoist, I'm in so much pain."

Yin Yanjun kissed Xiaolangjun on the forehead with pity, raised his head and looked at Han Yuyi and Qi Chen indifferently with his eyes: "How is Xiaolangjun now?"

Mr. Xu Xiaolang has a special physique, only the gestational cavity and no birth canal, so Han Yuyi and Qi Chen made all the preparations early on, and the officials also issued an imperial decree to open all the secret medicines in the palace to them for their use.

During the period, Mrs. Wen had seen Xiao Langjun's situation, and she hadn't really started yet. Even if it was a "caesarean section", she was not in a hurry. At this moment, she asked Xiao Langjun to stand up and walk around the delivery room a few more times, saying that it was good for the fetus.

Xu Yanqing's stomach was already in severe pain, so he could only half lean on the Taoist priest and walk forward slowly. Since he was ten months pregnant, he has never felt any panic.

But in the original plot, the prince's "birth mother" died of dystocia, which made Xu Yanqing feel a little panicked.

"Qingqing is not afraid, it's okay, it will be fine." Holding Xiao Langjun's hand that couldn't stop sweating, Yin Yanjun repeatedly comforted him.

Xu Yanqing had never seen such a flustered Taoist priest. Recently, the Taoist priest couldn't sleep all night because of worrying about his body.

It made the pregnant Xu Yanqing a little distressed, and the little panic in his heart disappeared for a while.

"Okay, I'm not afraid, and the Daoist should not be afraid either." Xiao Langjun's voice was soft with a little trill because of the pain, which made Yin Yanjun even more distressed.

When Xiao Langjun actually started giving birth, Yin Yanjun was invited out of the delivery room by the whole child, not because he was afraid of being contaminated with blood, but because Doctor Han and Doctor Xiao Qi were simply worried that the presence of officials would affect Xiao Langjun's mentality.

So Yin Yanjun could only stand outside the delivery room and paced back and forth with a serious expression on his face. Naturally, the queen mother had never seen her son like this before, and it was a bit strange to see it.

However, she was no less worried about the little man in the delivery room than her son, so naturally she had no thought of teasing him.

Although the winter has just entered and it is not as cold as ice and snow, the night is much colder than the day, the Queen Mother suddenly heard the news that Mr. Xiao Lang launched, and hurried over wearing only a thin shirt, Yin Yanjun waved lightly to let Wen Jing took a cloak for the Queen Mother.

The palace attendants in the delivery room were bustling back and forth, and Yin Yanjun heard many complicated voices.

But he never heard Xiao Langjun's voice, knowing that Xiao Langjun must be unconscious after taking Mafeisan, and he unconsciously clenched his hands into fists with bulging veins on his arms.

All the palace servants waiting outside did not dare to show their anger when they saw this situation. As time passed, the night gradually faded, and Yin Yanjun stayed up in the middle of the night. The mustache that was originally trimmed to only a layer of stubble appeared again. It is haggard.

The empress dowager pulled the cloak on her body, and there were fine lines and dimness under the corners of her eyes. After all, where is the age, Yin Yanjun persuaded the empress dowager to go to the side hall to rest first. The empress dowager shook her head and was about to say something, when she heard Wen Po's excited voice came: "It's born, it's born, it's a little prince."

The darkness of the sky disappeared, and a golden light slowly rose from under the hall. The warm sun bathed everyone and dispelled the loneliness in the middle of the night. Immediately after Wen Po finished speaking, there was a loud cry in the delivery room. The sound came out.

The empress dowager wept with joy: "It's good to be born, it's good to be born..."

Wen Po was carefully selected by Yin Yanjun. As soon as the little prince was born, Wen Po hurriedly cleaned the little prince with the hot water prepared by the palace attendant and wrapped him in a bright red swaddle.

Doctor Han and Qi Chen were busy taking the pulse of Xiao Langjun who was on the bed. After taking Mafei powder, Xiao Langjun was falling asleep drowsily, but his face was a little pale. Even in his dream, his delicate eyebrows were still tightly frowned. rise.

Qi Chen took the hot cloth towel from the palace attendant, avoided the wound and scrubbed the little man lightly, and then helped the young man put on clean clothes with Mu Yu.

After waiting for another half an hour, the delivery room had already been cleaned up, and the imperial doctor Han just opened his mouth to let the officials and the queen mother who were waiting outside come in.

The room was filled with a faint smell of blood, although it was not heavy, but this blood was lingering, it was the blood of Xiao Langjun, Yin Yanjun's face became more stern, and before he had time to look at the child, he had already walked to the bed.

Sweat dripped from the hair of Mr. Xiao Lang on the bed, and he lay unconsciously on the bed. Jun Yin Yan lay down in front of Mr. Xiao Lang and yelled twice: "Qingqing..."

Mr. Xiao Lang didn't respond at all, Qi Chen said: "The effect of Mafeisan is estimated to last for another hour or two, and Mr. Xiao Lang will not be able to wake up until then."

Whether he was worried or not, Yin Yanjun raised his head and asked about the specific situation of Xiao Langjun in an indifferent tone. After getting good news from Han Yuyi and Qi Chen, he turned his eyes back to Xiao Langjun. Clearly still with undisguised concern.

The son sat firmly beside the young man, and the empress dowager had no choice but to look at the child held in the arms of Mrs. Wen. The little guy was a little bigger, and his wrinkled face looked like a little old man.

Except that he cried a lot when he was just born, and now he is nestled in the swaddling baby and doesn't cry or fuss, this temperament does not know whether he followed his father with a salty fish mentality or his father who is as stable as a mountain.

The little guy's facial features are correct, but the eyes are not fully opened, so he can't tell who he looks like. He only has short short hair, which is black and thick. When he grows up, he will definitely be a beautiful child.

Glancing at the official family that he had no time to take care of, the queen mother hugged the little guy into her arms: "Put the little prince in place first, and leave the little prince's side to the official family!"

The palace servants took orders and went out with the empress dowager. The little prince's room was ready early, and the nanny even prepared three at once.

As Qi Chen said, after two hours, the little man on the bed finally frowned and opened his eyes, the effect of the medicine of Mabosan slowly dissipated, and the pain in the lower abdomen swept over like an overwhelming mountain.

Because of the severe pain, Xiao Langjun's beautiful big eyes instantly filled with tears: "It hurts so much."

Undisguised panic flashed across Yin Yanjun's face, and he hurriedly called Doctor Han to come over. Xiao Langjun had such a big wound on his stomach, and now that the effect of Mafeisan faded, it would definitely hurt.

Physician Han rushed over with a bowl of freshly brewed medicine, and Yin Yanjun raised his hand to take the medicine bowl, and fed it to Xiao Langjun to drink it: "The medicine for pain relief, drink it obediently and it won't hurt anymore. .”

After all, it was just a painkiller, not as effective as Mafeisan. Even after drinking the soup, Xu Yanqing could still feel the pain from his abdomen. When the medicine came, he turned his face away and slapped the medicine bowl: "It's so bitter, I don't want to drink it anymore."

Turning his head when he was angry, he still looked pitiful and aggrieved, Yin Yanjun's heart softened, and he felt sorry for Xiao Langjun in every possible way, wishing to replace him with his own body, he had no choice but to pass the medicine bowl to Han Yu The doctor came to Xiao Langjun's ear and whispered comfort.

Xiao Langjun's eyes were slightly red, with sparkling water in his eyes, but when he looked up and saw the lingering fatigue between the Taoist priest's eyebrows, he was embarrassed to vent his anger on the Taoist priest again.

If you ignore the pain in the abdomen, the sudden unloading of the cargo in the stomach will make you feel relaxed. Perhaps the painkillers have had some effect, Xu Yanqing couldn't help but raised his hand to touch Dao Chang's mustache: "Dao The long beard grows longer."

Because of the pain, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Mr. Xiaolang's forehead. Yin Yanjun raised his hand to gently wipe off the sweat from Mr. Xiaolang's forehead, and then put his hand on the back of Mr. Are you despising me?"

Xu Yanqing raised his eyebrows lightly, and slowly stroked the Taoist priest's prickly beard with his fingers: "I'm in too much pain, I need to be coaxed by the Taoist priest."

Holding Xiao Langjun's hand in the palm of his hand and kneading gently, Yin Yanjun's tone was exceptionally gentle: "What can I do to make Xiao Lang Jun feel more comfortable."

"If Daoist Priest shaves off his beard!" Xiao Langjun's eyes that were still lingering with water became brighter, and his whole body seemed to be refreshed. That posture was obviously premeditated for Yin Yanjun's mustache.

There was a hint of helplessness flashing across Yin Yanjun's handsome eyebrows, but under the expectant gaze of Xiao Langjun, he nodded slowly and connivingly: "Okay, when Xiao Lang Jun sleeps and wakes up, I will have already shaved off my beard. .”

Sangpi Xianyu was really tired, and he closed his eyes after a short while under the comfort of the Taoist priest, but he always felt like he had forgotten something before he went to sleep, but before he remembered, his whole body was completely gone. I fell into a good sleep.

The nanny in the side hall was coaxing the little prince, and the empress dowager was sitting beside her and watched her grandson suckling with great interest, with a smile on her face: "This child is like the official family. When the official family was just born, it was like this." She doesn't cry and makes trouble, she just feeds on her own."

The empress dowager recalled what happened to the official family when they were young, and naturally the servants were not easy to talk to, they only praised the little prince for his calm and stable temperament, and he certainly followed the official family.

At this time, the Empress Dowager finally came to her senses, and called Hongluan over: "Look at the young man next door, you are awake, what are the officials doing now?"

Hongluan's trip didn't waste much time: "Mr. Xiaolang woke up for a while and then fell asleep. In the delivery room, the inner servant supervisor was left to guard, saying that the official's family returned to Hanliang Hall for a short rest."

The empress dowager laughed lightly, and lowered her head to tease the little prince again: "Your father looks calm and calm, I'm afraid he's flustered inside!" Isn't this clearly revealed, even the child took a look at it, full of eyes There is only Xiao Langjun.

Yin Yanjun returned to the Hanliang Palace and didn't care about resting. He asked the palace attendant to fetch hot water and a cloth towel, took out a shaving knife from the drawer, and shaved off the beard on the middle and lower jaw in two or three strokes. clean.

The beard that had grown for many years was suddenly shaved off. Yin Yanjun glanced at the mirror and felt uncomfortable, but after all he had already promised Mr. Xiaolang, so how could he break his promise.

Yin Yanjun originally had a handsome face, but his short beard gave him a calm and elegant demeanor.

Now that his beard has been shaved off, he reveals a face as white as jade, which makes his original dignified and alienated temperament a little indescribable... delicate and noble.

It looks a little younger for no reason.

The author says:

I had a lot of saved manuscripts before, and I can go back to my hometown to make waves. Now please call me: short and dapper (stinky and shameless author);

Speaking of the current epidemic, I can't go out and can't go back to my hometown (ㄒoㄒ)