Qi Men Dun Jia seems to be much more pleasing to the ear than Yin Fu.
Wei Liao said happily: "This name is really good. It is both appropriate and elegant. From now on, the formation used by 'our army' will be called Qimen Dunjia Formation."
Lu Buwei said from the side: "Although the scene just now is shocking, a mere hundred people are not enough to take full advantage of this formation. Since a new army is to be established, the king should make some preparations and expand the number of people. "
Unexpectedly, Ying Zheng said quite calmly: "The number of 'my weapons' today is still insufficient. These one hundred newly made magic weapons are still the result of the hard work of craftsmen day and night. Therefore, we are not in a hurry. Besides, Da Qin There are plenty of good men out there, let’s choose slowly.”
Lu Buwei's brows moved, as if he felt that Ying Zheng was much calmer when he came back this time.
"That's true. However, if the king needs any financial support for the new army, just let Wei Liao speak, and I will give my full support." Lu Buwei said.
"Then thank you very much, Father Zhong." Ying Zheng said with cupped hands.
The two people were chatting here. On the other side of the military field, the teams of the two sides had been organized. Zhang Yong and Song Shan both came to the high platform.
Only two people were seen, one was arrogant and the other was gray-headed.
Ying Zheng looked at the two of them and said: "The so-called victory or defeat is a common thing for military strategists. In history, there are countless examples of defeating more with less. What's more, you have already known how powerful this magic weapon is. If you can do it, Only those who are not arrogant when they win and are not discouraged when they lose can be called the pillars of the Qin Dynasty."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yong put away some of his pride.
Song Shan raised his head and swept away the gloom in his heart.
"Song Shan." Ying Zheng looked at the commander and said.
"The end will be here." Song Shan responded with cupped hands.
"If anyone in your department wants to join our army, you can come to Meng Mansion to sign up." Ying Zheng smiled and said, "Anyone who can pass the screening of Lord Guowei can join our army. The deadline is one month, no waiting if it’s late.”
The Imperial Guards were not far away. When the sergeants heard this, their sunken chests straightened out again, their dilated pupils regained their focus, their eyes glowed with brilliance, and they all focused on King Qin.
"This..." Song Shan's face showed hesitation.
Of course Ying Zheng knew what he was worried about, so he said: "Don't worry, someone will naturally fill the vacant staff. However, if the ability is insufficient, you can't blame others."
"General, take your orders." Song Shan bowed his hands and said in a firm tone.
With a very simple operation, Ying Zheng not only gave Lu Buwei face, restored the morale of the Imperial Guards, and also expanded the resources of 'our army'.
Ying Zheng looked to his side and asked Meng Wu, "I wonder if General Meng has any other suggestions?"
Meng Wu thought for a moment and said: "If our army expands, the training ground in Weichen's mansion may not be enough. How about moving our army to the exclusive training ground of the Meng Family Army? ?”
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Ying Zheng nodded and said, "Okay, let's move there. Anyway, it will take some time for the Meng family army to come back."
Meng Wu: "..."
Meng Wu had a headache when he mentioned this matter.
Ying Zheng glanced again and said, "If there is nothing else, drive back to the palace."
The ministers knew that Ying Zheng was thinking about the ladies in the palace and could not talk about anything else, so they gathered around Ying Zheng and returned to the palace.
As usual, several ladies, accompanied by Zhao Gao, were waiting at the palace gate early, looking forward to Ying Zheng's return.
Only Nansu is missing.
Zhao Gao said that Mrs. Nansu had difficulty moving and felt slightly unwell just now, so she did not come out to pick her up.
As soon as he heard that Nan Su was feeling uncomfortable, Ying Zheng stopped caring about the ladies in front of him and quickly entered the palace gate and walked towards Nan Su's bedroom.
Imperial Physician Song was sitting by the bed, asking some questions. When he saw Ying Zheng coming back, he quickly got up to greet him.
Nansu looked a little pale and wanted to
Stand up and salute.
Ying Zheng quickly supported him and asked with concern: "How are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"My concubine..." Nansu frowned slightly, "My concubine's stomach hurts a little."
Ying Zheng turned to look at Mrs. Song, "Physician, what's going on?"
The imperial physician of the Song Dynasty raised his hands and said, "Looking at Mrs. Nansu's pulse, it seems that there are signs of imminent labor."
"What?" Ying Zheng thought he heard wrongly, "Isn't it the time yet?"
"In terms of normal time, there is indeed more than a month." The Song Dynasty doctor stroked his beard and explained, "However, if the fetus develops a little faster and reaches its due weight, then Early birth is also normal."
When the Song Dynasty doctor explained this, Ying Zheng was relieved.
Ever since Nan Su fainted at the wedding ceremony, Ying Zheng had asked Nan Su to take a Ling Gu Pill every now and then. Thinking about it, it must be the effect of the Ling Gu Pill that made the fetus in Nan Su's belly grow faster than a normal fetus. Some.
"Then, what should I do?" The joy of becoming a father made Ying Zheng quite nervous.
"Haha, the king only needs to accompany his wife, and I will take care of the rest." After saying that, Imperial Physician Song walked out of the room.
Ying Zheng sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Nansu with gentle eyes like water waves: "It's okay, it won't hurt very much. You will definitely give birth to a strong little prince for me."
Nansu nodded resolutely, as if Ying Zheng's words gave her infinite strength.
At this time, several other ladies walked in the door.
"Your Majesty, I heard that my sister is going to give birth?" Hu Yu asked eagerly.
Her belly was only slightly smaller than Nansu's, and her delivery date was only more than a month later than Nansu's. If Nansu was about to give birth, how could she not be nervous.
"Yes, I just met Imperial Physician Song. He said that my sister is about to give birth." Lan Ting also subconsciously touched her belly and said.
Ying Zheng nodded and said, "She is about to give birth, but you don't need to be nervous, otherwise Nansu will be nervous too."
Hu Yu calmed down, then walked closer and said, "Sister, don't be afraid, as long as you are born, you will be able to dance happily again."
Ying Zheng looked at Hu Yu and said angrily: "How can you be so comforting? Don't make things worse. Go and help the doctor prepare things."
"Oh." The ladies responded, turned and left the door.
Before going out, Hu Yu looked back with complicated eyes.
After all, giving birth is a matter of life and death for a woman.
After the four ladies left, only Ying Zheng and Nan Su were left in the room.
Ying Zheng gently held Nan Su's cattails and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid if there are few people around you."
"Well, I'm not afraid." Nan Su's voice was soft and weak, "I'm just a little worried..."
"What are you worried about?" Ying Zheng asked with concern.
"I'm worried..." Nansu hesitated, "I'm worried that my concubine will give birth to a princess and she won't be able to fulfill the king's wish."
"Hahaha, I thought you were worried about something." Ying Zheng said with a smile, "Who said the princess is not my wish? Everyone loves her equally whether she is a boy or a girl."
Nan Su let out a cry and fell into Ying Zheng's arms.
The atmosphere became less tense and became warm and peaceful.
They had been separated for a long time, and the two of them were tired for a while. Ying Zhengcai said again: "If you want to eat something, I will make it for you."
Nan Su covered her lips and smiled: "What will you do, Your Majesty?"
"I..." Ying Zheng murmured, "I can help."
Nansu smiled and shook his head and said: "I am not hungry, I am not afraid of anything as long as the king is with you."
Ying Zheng said with some guilt: "If I had known this, I should have spent more time with you. You said you are the same, and you have to give birth to a baby. If I had come a few days later, I'm afraid the child would have called daddy. .”
"Haha, Your Majesty, you are joking about my concubine again, oops..." Before she could finish her words, Nansu seemed to feel pain suddenly and screamed.
"What's wrong with you?" Ying Zheng asked urgently, "Does it hurt?"
Nansu held his stomach and breathed softly: "It's okay, it was just an accident."
"Do you need me to call the imperial doctor again?" Ying Zheng asked.
Nansu shook his head and said: "Maybe the imperial doctor won't be able to help with what happens next, and the one who needs to be called is Po Wen."
"Okay, let me go find him." As he said this, Ying Zheng stood up and was about to go out.
But he saw Nansu covering her mouth and snickering again.
Ying Zheng asked in confusion: "Why are you laughing?"
"The Imperial Physician of the Song Dynasty said that all other matters will be left to him, which naturally includes finding Po Wen. Your Majesty, please don't get involved and sit with me for a while. You won't be able to stay here for a while. ." Nansu said.
Ying Zheng is confused when he is concerned, and he is a father for the first time, so he naturally seems to be in a hurry.
After sitting back on the bed, the two started chatting again.
After a while, I heard some noise outside.
It turned out to be Mrs. Huayang and Mrs. Xia. They heard that Nansu was about to give birth and rushed over from Xianyang Palace.
Since Ying Zheng's wedding, the two old ladies have hardly been to Gucheng Palace. Although they are only separated by a wall, on weekdays, it is Ying Zheng or the five ladies who go to Xianyang Palace to pay their respects.
"Zheng'er pays homage to Grandma Wang, Grandma." Ying Zheng bowed to Mrs. Huayang and Mrs. Xia respectively.
"Zheng'er, you are finally back." Mrs. Huayang said angrily, "If you don't come back, Nansu will give birth."
Mrs.
Mrs. Huayang glared at Ying Zheng again, seemed to have calmed down, and followed Mrs. Xia to the inner room.
"Grandma Wang, grandma are here." Nan Su smiled and stood up to salute.
"Lie down quickly, don't get up." Mrs. Huayang quickly stepped forward to support Nansu and pushed her back onto the bed.
"Yes, lie down quickly." Mrs. Xia said, "The body you have now is worth a lot of money."
When Nan Su saw the two grandmothers, her nervousness eased a lot.
Ying Zheng saw that they were chatting, and since he couldn't say anything about the conversation, he simply came out to see how the preparations for delivering the baby were going.
The corresponding things have been prepared and the relevant personnel are in place.
Just wait for Nansu to start on his own.
Sure enough, when it got dark, waves of helpless moans of pain could be heard from Nansu's bed.
Ying Zheng was waiting outside, listening in his ears and feeling pain in his heart.
A quarter of an hour passed, and the pain seemed to become more and more intense.
Two quarters of an hour passed, and the moans became louder and denser.
Ying Zheng was anxiously circling outside, sweating profusely.
An hour passed...
Two hours passed...
People outside seemed to be suffering more than those inside.
Finally, a cry of new life announced his arrival in this colorful world.
"It's time to give birth, it's time to give birth." A palace maid came out of the palace gate and shouted urgently.
Ying Zheng stepped forward, grabbed her arm, and asked urgently: "How is Nansu? Is he a boy or a girl?"
The maid calmly said: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, mother and child are safe. Madam has given birth to a prince."
"Hahaha..." Ying Zheng was overwhelmed with joy, "Mother and son are safe, I am now a father!"
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on the birth of a prince!" Everyone present said in unison.
"Quick, show me my little prince Fusu." Ying Zheng said eagerly.
A moment later, Ying Zheng held a baby boy in his arms. He had not yet opened his eyes, but he seemed to be smiling at Ying Zheng, as if he was saying hello to his father.
