After the rebirth, Aijia and Bamboo Horseshoe printed him

Chapter 48 Life and Death

Zhou Shuhe thought she was screaming, but in fact, she just groaned weakly like a kitten.

His voice was hoarse, and he was in so much pain that he almost lost the strength to breathe out the pain.

She didn't know what was going on, everything was under control originally, and the confidant Xu Yuan judge was in charge of her childbirth. In a safe environment, everything goes well.

Until Xu Yuanjuan suddenly turned blue and fainted to the ground, the doctor Cao on the side caught his body and sent someone to take him to rest. He was fearless in the panic and quickly stabilized the situation.

However, Zhou Shuhe saw that in the shadows, the young imperial physician showed an unclear smile.

She suspected that she was wrong, but any danger should not be ignored, and she was about to say something——

It was as if a steel needle had been pierced into the abdomen from the lumbar spine, and a painful pain came, and all words were drowned in the screams.

Jiyue was shocked, and rushed to her bedside: "What's wrong? Why is it so sudden! Lady, lady, don't scare me."

Seeing this, Imperial Physician Cao quickly pushed Jiyue away, lifted Zhou Shuhe's eyelids and looked at his pupils for a while, and when he turned around, he had already put on a heavy face.

"Just now, Teacher Xu suddenly suffered from a serious illness. I can't turn the tide by myself. If this continues, Yuanmei may have a sign of blood collapse. Miss Jiyue, I need you to send the palace servants to the Imperial Hospital and invite Teacher Li here."

Zhou Shuhe's screams echoed in the room, and even his facial features twisted and curled up in pain.Jiyue's tears welled up all at once, and she didn't see the color remaining at the end of the man's eyes.

"I'm afraid that low-rank court ladies and eunuchs will be blocked from going to the imperial hospital. I must go to find Li Yuanjue in person. Doctor Cao, please stabilize our lady's body first, just a stick of incense—no! Only half a stick of incense Time, you must save the lady."

He said in a deep voice, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Jiyue running out of the door quickly, taking out acupuncture and moxibustion, while arranging various matters in the hall in an orderly manner.

"Miss Chunye, please go to the small kitchen and ask how the medicine is frying. If it's not time yet, you have to add red ginseng before it comes out of the oven, and then simmer a cup of tea; but if it's already fried, you can only serve it first." It will be used in the future, the most important thing now is to replenish physical strength, so as to keep the mother and child safe."

Chunye was stunned: "But the lady must be surrounded by palace servants, slaves..."

Imperial Physician Cao kept his hands on his hands, and he sped up his speech and said urgently: "I also know that this matter is difficult, but if it is not you who went to change the medicine temporarily, the palace people in the pharmacy may have doubts, and it will be delayed if you go back and forth like this. Time, I have to trouble Miss Chunye."

This made sense, Chunye heard the moan of the woman on the bed getting weaker, she didn't have time to think about it, she gritted her teeth and hurried to the small kitchen.

The footsteps got farther and farther away, and there were only two stable women who tried their best to guide the breathing rhythm of the parturient, consoling one after another.

The faint sweet fragrance of oleander was faintly smelled in the air, mixed with the smell of blood, which made Mrs. Wen even more panicked.

She and another stable woman looked at each other, and gradually had a plan in her heart.

Fortunately, the fetus is full-term. Even if this Yuanmei woman was really poisoned by oleander, her uterine contractions would be intensified and the labor process would be shortened. tearing apart, and finally bleeding to death—*

But at least at least, this matter is no problem for the dragon species.

She has been a midwife for many years, the princes and grandchildren of the family, and the life and death of concubines are irrelevant. As long as the children can be saved, the lives of these girls and women can be saved.

A gloomy shadow suddenly appeared in Zhao Niang's mind, that person was completely different from other domineering nobles in the palace, and treated them with respect and courtesy, but for some reason, it made her feel even deeper fear.

He asked them to take good care of Yuan Meiren.

At this time, it is still too late to give acupuncture to save people, but the amniotic fluid has broken, and it will be bad for the dragon species to hold Yuanmeiren. Zhao Niang glanced at Cao imperial doctor, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to remain silent.

Imperial Physician Cao's acupuncture was just to stop the bleeding and hang himself, he had no intention of saving Yuan Meiren at all.

As for Qi Bingbi, no matter what he said, in the final analysis, he is also His Majesty's servant, and it is clear at a glance which is more important to put concubines and dragon heirs together.

Qi Bingbi should not blame her.

Zhao Niang stopped thinking about it, and concentrated on staring at Ming Huangjin under the quilt, her blood-stained hands had already touched the top of the fetus' head.

"boom--"

She was startled and hurriedly turned around to look.

Accompanied by the loud impact, Imperial Physician Cao was strangled by the neck and pushed against the pillar, and then bumped into it, the medicine box on his body rattled, and all kinds of silver needles and medicinal materials fell to the ground.

An exclamation was scared back into her stomach by her.

Imperial Physician Cao was a powerless scholar, and he was powerless to resist being pinched by the neck. His panic aggravated the suffocation and pain. His face turned red and purple, his eyes rolled up, and he made a gurgling sound from his throat.

Fortunately, the force locked on his throat only lasted for a few breaths.

Imperial Physician Cao was thrown to the ground vigorously with his neck pinned, his head was stained with blood immediately when he hit the corner of the table, he had no time to look at his head, he covered his neck and coughed loudly.

Similarly, the visitor didn't have time to focus on killing, so he still had a chance to cough a few more times.

Qi Yu's hair crown was blown to pieces during the wild run, he was panting heavily, like a madman, his voice could not be kept steady, tearing out the eunuch's unique sharpness.

"Keep your lord! Did you hear me! If anything happens to Zhou Shuhe, everyone in this temple——go to die!"

Including himself.

To die, to die, to die, to cut the bones into ashes, torn the heart, liver, spleen and lungs to pieces, gouging out the skin, muscles, tendons and bones, chopping up the limbs and feeding them to the dogs.

to die.

This is not enough to solve the case of hatred in his heart.

Zhao Niang didn't know Zhou Shuhe's boudoir's name, and it took her a while to realize that she was talking about Yuanmei. It's a bit weird for a slave to call a nobleman by his name, but when the incident happened suddenly, her seven souls had been frightened away. There is nothing wrong with being at a loss.

"But now, Lord Bao, the dragon species may..."

"Then let him die too!"

Qi Yu screamed sharply, he didn't know that his face was covered with tears.

The room was silent.

Imperial Physician Cao was tied up by Wu Xuan, the eunuch of Lanfang Pavilion, who rushed in afterwards, and was drugged by Chunye, and he collapsed on the ground like a pile of dead meat.Qi Yu knelt beside Zhou Shuhe, he really wanted to tell Wen Po to be quieter, so that he wouldn't hear the murmur of flesh and blood, he was very scared.

It's like going back to the year when his family was ruined and his family died, but this time, no one said to him - "Qi Yu, come here."

But he can go by himself.

He pressed his forehead against the woman's sweaty neck, like a puppy that had been wandering for a long time, rubbing it gently with care and attachment.

"Xiaohe, I'm here, don't want me."

This is an endless road, suspended in a brilliant light.

Zhou Shuhe heard someone crying softly.

She hates crying people the most, why should she cry?When I fell down and got up, my mother would not feel the pain anymore. If I was beaten up, I would beat him back and ask my father to pay me some money.

Crying children are shy faces, so she doesn't want to play with them.

Zhou Shuhe walked and kicked the pebbles all the way. He thought it was fun at first, but it became boring after playing. He was so bored that he counted numbers on his fingers.

But the sobbing kept lingering in her ears, disturbing people's peace. After working for a long time, she finally couldn't bear it anymore, kicked the stone away vigorously, and followed the sound to find the source of the crying.

She passed the big flowers and grass taller than a person, the weather that was sunny and sometimes rainy, and the small mountain and river that was only one step away. Finally, she found a crybaby under a willow tree.

It was a boy, who looked a little older than her, but far less brave than her. He huddled under the tree like a three-year-old child, buried his head, and sucked his nose.

Unlike her, she is already a brave four-year-old!

"Don't cry, it's too noisy." Zhou Shuhe ran over impatiently, grabbed his hair, like pulling a carrot, trying to pull out the guy with his head buried.

However, the boy was stubborn, his scalp hurt from being pulled, but he curled up vigorously, unwilling to raise his head to let others see his embarrassed face.

Brute force won't work.

Zhou Shuhe understood in his heart that this is a crybaby who eats soft but not hard.

"Little brother, don't cry," she showed a friendly and polite smile, "If it hurts, just go and blow it to your mother."

Then he raised his head slowly.

The crybaby has a round, white face, and a pair of round, black eyes. Right now, there are a few round, bright golden peas in these eyes.

Tears were all over his face, but the crying was always suppressed.

"It won't be good."

"why?"

"Because my mother doesn't like me."

Zhou Shuhe was taken aback, and stepped back a bit exaggeratedly. She had never heard of a child who was not liked by her mother.

The boy curled his lips, making a gesture to draw himself in again.

This made it seem like she was bullying others, so my father had to make an apology and spend money, no matter how rich the Zhou family is, it is not such a way to spend money.

"Hey!" She suddenly became nervous, "Don't cry, I have a solution!"

Zhou Shuhe's method is, if his aunt doesn't like him, he will go to someone else's aunt.

"But..." the boy asked in a daze, "but who's mother can come to like me."

She flexed her fingers and tapped on the shiny forehead: "Stupid, of course it's the little girl's mother!"

"what?"

"Just wait for you to grow up, and then find a child's mother to like you, just like my mother used to like my father."

The boy covered his forehead, not allowing her to knock again: "Why before?"

Zhou Shuhe thought for a while, and analyzed logically: "I used to share a mother with my brother and sister, and my mother liked my father very much, but now I have a sixth sister, and the sixth sister has another mother, so my mother will not ? I like daddy now."

He thought for a moment, and suddenly realized: "You mean the little girl's mother, do you mean wife?"

She then suddenly said: "Yes!"

"Then how can you have a wife?"

"Well... Just find a girl who is about the same age as you. Treat her well. She is the only one. If she hurts, you have to brag about her. If she gets into trouble, you have to pay for the money. Then in turn, she will brag about it for you. and silver."

"Then..." The boy looked at her timidly, "Can you be my wife?"

How did she answer that time?

Zhou Shuhe couldn't remember.

The author says:

*Oleander is a poison I have read on Baidu, and it does have a certain effect of inducing labor, but the whole thing is mainly fabricated. After all, there are more than ten years of Zongheng Gongdouju in the front, so it is not too much to make up (scratch your head).

In addition, regarding the birth of children in ancient times, although I checked the information, there must be many wrong elements, and there is no real reference value.