Just as Wu was tense at home and relaxed at home, and was secretly preparing troops, the atmosphere in the inner courtyard of the Feng Mansion in Chang'an became increasingly tense.
The right lady is about to give birth.
The delivery will not take place beyond the end of February.
It seems that there are only a few days left in February.
Mrs. Right's belly has been stretched to the limit. Sometimes Feng Duhu sees the thin layer of belly on her belly and is worried that it will burst.
However, Zhengzhu acted like a normal person all day long.
The mouth is not idle, and the legs are not idle either.
With a big belly, smelling the fragrance of flowers outside the window, and listening to the chirping of birds outside the window, I suddenly had the idea to go out for a spring outing in the city.
"Please calm down!"
Feng Duhu held one of her legs and was kneading it carefully to help Madam Right to clear up the blood.
Pregnant women have a big belly and poor body fluid circulation, which makes them prone to edema, especially in the lower limbs.
The Feng family has a great business, and there are a lot of maids and maids who are proficient in massage.
Rough men like Feng Duhu came from the battlefield and could not control their strength easily, so they could easily pinch people.
But Madam You likes to boss him around.
The sky is big and the earth is big, and pregnant women are the biggest.
Besides, whether it is Mrs. Zuo or Mrs. Right, the first child has little experience and often cannot control his temper at that time.
With experience later, I can eat regularly, exercise appropriately, and maintain a peaceful mind at the same time.
According to the medical school, this is not only good for pregnant women, but also good for the child in the belly.
Mrs. Right is pregnant this time, and although she occasionally shows off her temper, overall her temper has not changed much.
For example, right now, Mrs. Right feels very satisfied when she sees Feng Duhu rubbing her calves.
"The baby was born just a few days ago, and now you are making a fuss about going out of town for a spring outing? Not to mention taking a carriage, I am afraid of bumping you even if someone carries you."
Feng Duhu glared at her, let go of the calf in his hand, then pulled the other leg and continued to knead it.
"If you go out of the city now, your family may even have to follow you out of the maternity ward."
The right lady kicked her legs dissatisfied: "That's an exaggeration."
"Exaggeration?" Feng Duhu snorted, raised his head and glanced sideways at Madam Right, "Aren't you afraid that halfway through, the child in your belly will suddenly want to come out and meet his parents?"
Looking at Feng Duhu who was kneading her hard, Mrs. Right smiled:
"Okay, listen to Alang."
In fact, she was just being mean and playing tricks on Feng Duhu.
"It's such a beautiful spring scenery," Mrs. Right pointed outside, "If you don't leave Neng City, you can always go to the yard and have a look, right?"
Looking at Mrs. Right who was still unwilling to calm down at this time, Feng Duhu knew that he could not stop her and felt helpless:
"Then be careful."
Put her leg down, then move the other leg off the stool, and then carefully lift her up.
The right lady screamed, and with the help of Feng Duhu, she stood up breathlessly.
My belly is so big that I need help not just walking, but even turning over at night.
Feng Duhu supported Mrs. Right as if he was holding a fragile treasure, even blinking and turning a blind eye.
Although this was not the first time she saw him like this, the corners of Madam Right's mouth still curled up slightly, and she felt very worried.
The small actions this man revealed unintentionally always made her feel that it was worthwhile for her to give birth to his child.
After walking a few steps in the yard, Mrs. Right couldn't walk anymore and found a place to sit down.
"Is it uncomfortable? Why don't you go back and lie down if you don't want to take a breather?"
Feng Duhu saw that Mrs. Right had some difficulty even sitting in a normal posture. Her upper body always subconsciously leaned back and pushed her belly out, as if this would save more effort.
He was so tired for her in his heart.
The right lady nodded and reached out to the side to support her. Unexpectedly, she failed to hold on and almost tilted her body.
Fortunately, Feng Duhu had quick eyes and quick hands and quickly supported her.
The right lady leaned against Feng Duhu and remained motionless.
"Are you okay?"
The right lady rolled her eyes and said nothing.
After a while he said:
"Something seems not right..."
"What's the matter?"
"It flowed out..."
"What leaked out?" Although Feng Duhu didn't know what Mrs. Right was talking about, his heart skipped a beat inexplicably.
The right lady blinked her eyes and motioned him to look down. At the same time, she pressed her big belly with one hand, her face a little painful:
"The child seems to be obedient. What were you talking about in the house just now? Come on!"
"Someone! Come quickly!"
Feng Duhu's slightly sad roar sounded in the courtyard.
"Quick, help Madam to the delivery room, Madam is about to give birth!"
Following Feng Duhu's roar, the entire backyard of Zhongduhu Mansion began to get busy and tense.
The midwifery doctors at the Central Protector's Office had already made numerous preparations for what might happen during Mrs. Right's delivery.
Not to mention that Mrs. Right's delivery date was originally within these days, and they took turns waiting day and night.
Several sturdy maids put the moaning right lady on the couch and walked to the delivery room as fast as flying.
Feng Duhu followed behind, almost jogging to keep up.
After entering the delivery room, the right lady's screams of pain were muted, probably because the delivery doctor was taking over.
Mrs. Zuo rushed over from the official office of the former government and saw Feng Duhu guarding outside the delivery room:
"here we go?"
Feng Duhu nodded. Although this was not his first child, nor was it his first time waiting for his wife to give birth in the delivery room, there was still some unconcealable anxiety on his face at this time.
"I just went to the backyard for a walk, but before I could sit down, the water came out."
As he spoke, he took a few steps back and forth a little guiltily:
"My fault, she shouldn't have been allowed to go out at this time."
Mrs. Zuo frowned and looked towards the delivery room:
"What did the doctor say?"
Probably because they overheard the conversation outside, the right lady seemed to have said something, but the medical worker inside raised his voice:
"Madam, this is a normal labor. Please don't worry, if you are protected by the Central Government."
After hearing this, Mrs. Zuo breathed a sigh of relief and glared at Feng Duhu angrily.
She thought something had really happened.
"I'm just saying, it's been the past few days and the medical staff have been watching. What can happen? Let's go and wait inside first."
Next door to the delivery room, there is a waiting room specially built.
There is a wall separating the two and an inner door connecting them.
But the inner door was naturally closed at this time.
In the reception room, the sounds in the delivery room can be heard more clearly.
In addition to the occasional moans from the right lady, the orders from the medical workers were mostly heard.
Although it was not the first time to wait outside the delivery room, giving birth was a big event, so Feng Duhu still couldn't control his emotions.
Seeing Feng Duhu trying to calm down his mood, Mrs. Zuo smiled and said nothing.
Speaking of which, it seemed that Alang was not present when the famous wives and concubines in the Feng Mansion gave birth to their first child.
The flower lady, who has no status, is the only exception.
Thinking back to when I gave birth to Ah Shun, Ah Lang was waiting outside and seemed to be at the same loss?
It seems that he was reprimanded by the medical staff at that time?
Thinking of this, Mrs. Zuo couldn't help but smile.
"Xijun, why are you laughing?"
Feng Duhu, who was trying to divert his attention, noticed Mrs. Zuo's expression and couldn't help but ask.
"I am naturally happy when I think that our Feng Mansion will have more people."
Feng Duhu said "Oh", then nodded and continued following Mrs. Zuo's words:
"I don't know if it's a boy or a girl. It would be great if it's a daughter..."
There were too many sons in the family, and Feng Duhu desperately wanted a daughter. Otherwise, it would be too lonely to have two daughters.
Whether the x chromosome can turn over depends on this.
But before he finished speaking, Mrs. Right could be heard in the delivery room, not even bothering to moan, but screaming: "Son!"
"Madam, madam, don't get excited and don't waste your energy."
The medical staff inside quickly gave advice.
The right lady is unwilling to give up:
"Feng Mingwen, don't say that I want to have a daughter again..."
Feng Duhu didn't dare to be harsh anymore: "Okay, okay, have a son, have a son."
Then he said without giving up:
"Actually, I have no prejudice against sons or daughters. It's the same for boys and girls."
Just this, not to mention Madam Right in the delivery room, even Madam Zuo sitting with him in the waiting room didn't believe it.
"You're lying!"
Mrs. Zuo probably had stomach pain again. Her words sounded like she was gritting her teeth:
"Wise words and seductive words!"
Who doesn’t know that in the entire family, both of them are the most favored?
When picking fruit in the yard, you have to carry it on your shoulders.
Ah Chong was envious of his real name and wanted to be promoted, but then he got a "go".
Feng Duhu sighed: "Si Niang, I still remember when you and I first met. You were about the same age as Shuangshuang, right? At that time, you said that I was clever and charming."
"At that time, I only thought that you were young and ignorant. I didn't expect that after so many years, you would still comment like this. It's really a waste of time for you and me as a couple."
After hearing his words, Mrs. Right, who was still a little angry, immediately laughed out loud and her mood calmed down a bit.
Although he has experience, Guard Feng Du is a little restless next door, let alone the right lady who is preparing to give birth to a child?
To say I wasn't nervous at all would be a lie.
But when Feng Duhu talked about the first meeting between the two, Mrs. You was also a little emotional.
In a blink of an eye, it has been almost twenty years.
If nothing else happens, the child who is about to be born should be the youngest child in the family.
Because even I, regardless of my age or physical condition, may not be allowed to have another child.
As for the others, according to the medical school, they are already considered advanced mothers, and the risk will be greatly increased if they give birth again.
I don’t know if it was a tacit understanding, but Feng Duhu said leisurely outside:
"If life could only be like the first time we met..."
Just such a sentence, which sounded plain and indifferent, was actually very attractive, making all the ladies on the left and right tremble slightly.
Mrs. Zuo, who was always cold in front of outsiders, actually smiled with a trace of memory on her lips.
Although Alang was not around when I gave birth to Ah Chong, he still left a poem.
There are countless poems about inducing pregnancy in the world, but I am afraid that this is the first poem about inducing pregnancy.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Zuo looked at Feng Duhu with a faint look:
This bowl of water is really flat.
The right lady, who was lying on the couch in the delivery room, heard the poem and remembered that she had asked him for something in the early years:
If one day I want to give birth to his child, I will listen to his poems in the delivery room.
But these words were just made out of jealousy.
Now that so many years have passed, if Alang hadn't recited the poem at this time, she would have forgotten that this happened.
Unexpectedly, he kept this matter in his mind.
Thinking of this, Mrs. You couldn't help but feel sweet in her heart, and she seemed to have forgotten even the pain.
But no matter what the two ladies were thinking, neither of them spoke, and waited tacitly for Feng Duhu to say the next sentence.
Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, the wait was in vain.
"Where's down there?"
Mrs. Zuo was in the same room as Feng Duhu. When she saw that he was sitting blankly and seemed to have no intention of continuing to read, she couldn't help but urge him.
In the past few years, Feng Duhu has been busy with work and has rarely produced new works.
At this moment, I finally had the opportunity, but I didn't expect that it was only the beginning. How could I bear it?
"I just said it casually out of emotion, what's the point?"
Naturally, Feng Duhu couldn't read out the rest.
Otherwise, how can we explain that the autumn wind saddens the fan and changes the old man's heart?
Unbelievably, the two ladies thought he had a new love.
Life is still at stake, so if you pretend to beep or something, put it aside.
"Feng Mingwen, you are a murderer!"
The sweetness became empty, and coupled with a huge pain down below, Mrs. Right couldn't help but scream in pain and curse.
"It's starting, it's starting, madam, don't use too much force first, take a breath, and then use force again!"
The doctor's voice sounded in the delivery room.
Listening to Mrs. Right's screams of pain in the delivery room, Feng Duhu was sweating slightly on his forehead, and his mind was frantically recalling the poems he had memorized at the bottom of the box, which one was suitable for this situation.
Obviously I was secretly reviewing it a few days ago.
As we get older, does our memory also decline?
At this moment, a servant suddenly reported outside the door:
"Master, Mr. Wei is here."
Feng Duhu was too focused and didn't seem to hear.
Mrs. Zuo stepped forward and gave Feng Duhu a gentle push.
"how?"
Only then did Feng Duhu come to his senses.
"Wei Rong is here."
Wei Rong is the bishop of the Royal Academy and one of the academy's supervisors.
At such a young age, he was already called Mr. Wei.
"Oh, oh, let him come over then."
If Zhang Yuan is the senior disciple of the school, then Wei Rong is Feng Duhu's first disciple.
Of course, the real disciple of Open Door has already achieved a transformation in status, from disciple to bed partner, and even gave birth to a child.
As the nominal disciple, Wei Rong naturally had no need to avoid suspicion.
However, Feng Duhu still walked out of the waiting room and met Wei Rong a little away from the delivery room.
"What's up?"
"Disciple, first of all, congratulations to Master for the new addition to his family."
"You haven't been born yet. Is this why you came here?"
"One more thing."
"explain."
Feng Duhu was still anxious to go back to accompany the childbirth and was in no mood to waste time.
"Brother has sent a letter, saying that your Excellency has begun mobilizing troops and is preparing to take action."
Feng Duhu thought thoughtfully: "According to the planned time, it is almost time to make preparations. It is normal."
It is estimated that the official documents from Hedong will arrive tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.
He looked at Wei Rong and asked:
"Hedong Dudu Mansion, is there any other news?"
Wei Rong shook his head:
"there is none left."
After thinking for a while, he added: "I heard from brother that after you arrived in Hedong, someone took the initiative to seek refuge with you."
Others don't know, but as a disciple of Feng Duhu, Wei Rong can be sure that there must be someone behind the scenes of the tragedy in Hedong, even if he didn't see it with his own eyes.
So he looked at Feng Duhu and reminded:
"Teacher, tell me, could it be the Hedong family? What do you think?"
Use the help of adults to fight with teachers and then profit from it.
The family's instinct is to not put all their eggs in the same basket.
It's normal for Wei Rong to have this idea.
"Huh?" Feng Duhu was startled and was keenly aware of the problem:
"Hedong family? The people who took refuge are from Hedong?"
"It should be?" Wei Rong was not sure, "But I heard that this person knows Hedong quite well, and his suggestions are quite pertinent, and he has gained the trust of adults."
"What's that man's name?"
"Guo Xun."
"Guo Xun?"
When Feng Duhu heard the name, he repeated it. He felt that he was not a famous person, so he didn't have much reaction.
The most important thing is that he has been in this era for too long, and at the same time he has greatly changed the course of history.
There are too many things that cannot be matched.
But I saw him pondering for a moment:
"Okay, I understand. There is some chaos in the house today, so I won't keep you here."
Wei Rong said respectfully: "Disciple, please retire."
