"Yes! I will do it right away!" Shoujun Oishi took over the list without any surprise. Ever since he was beaten that night, the attitude of His Highness Zuo Minister has completely changed. This made Shoujun Oishi very happy. This is how you should treat your enemies. Kill them all, everything is fine with Zuofudian, but sometimes he is still a little soft-hearted.
After finishing the affairs, Wang Wenzuo went to visit Qiyu. Like most pregnant women, she also became more sensitive, irritable, and even a little anxious. Wang Wenzuo had to spend more time with her, but he He was quite happy, after all, this was his first child. From a modern perspective, this was a matter of course.
"Sanlang, you're here!" Hearing the call, Saitama struggled to lift his upper body and tried to sit up from the brocade couch. Wang Wenzuo hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "You are heavy, you don't need to get up, just continue to lie down. yes!"
"I've been lying down all day, and the more I lie down, the more tired I get!" Saitama complained.
"It's windy now!" Wang Wenzuo looked outside: "When the wind calms down, I'll help you walk around in the yard to loosen your muscles and bones!"
"Okay!" Saitama smiled sweetly. She made the right choice. Ever since she was sensible, she has never seen a man who is so obedient and obedient to his pregnant wife. He is able to come here every day. A short visit would be good. Many recognized "good men" would seek comfort in the arms of a maid when their wives were pregnant. No one thought there was anything wrong with doing so, but Saburo didn't do this. He was really lucky.
"Is there a lot going on outside today?"
"It's just trivial matters that will be taken care of in a moment!" Wang Wenzuo said while peeling oranges: "There are more and more children being born as warriors waiting outside the Shitennoji Temple. I asked people to go out and have a look to prevent them from conflicting with each other. On the contrary, it’s not beautiful!”
"Oh? How many warriors are there?" Saitama asked with interest.
"There were already seven or eight hundred yesterday, and it's increasing every day. If you calculate it this way, it wouldn't be surprising if there were two thousand people on the day you gave birth!"
"There are some conscientious people, and I didn't give them the reward in vain!" Saitama smiled happily: "Saburo, haven't you already started minting coins? When my child is born, each of the samurai waiting outside will receive money. I will reward you with a gold coin from my treasury!”
"Oh? You are very generous!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "That's okay, just make a commemorative coin!"
"Commemorative coin?"
"Yes! It's a special kind of coin that can be engraved with a baby's head on the coin model to commemorate the birth of our child! What do you think?" Wang Wenzuo smiled.
"Okay, this is a good idea! Let's make commemorative coins, three thousand of them first!" Saitama was overjoyed when he heard this.
"This is simple. I'll talk to Liu Chongguang and it will be fine in a day or two!"
"In this way, people thousands of years from now will also know about our children and remember us!" Qiyu looked forward to the future. Suddenly, her cheeks twitched slightly, and she subconsciously grabbed Wang Wenzuo's hand: " Saburo, the child is moving, it hurts!"
"Quick, where is the doctor? Call the doctor!" Wang Wenzuo grabbed Qiyu's hand with one hand and shouted loudly. The doctor waiting outside hurried in and began to diagnose Qiyu's pulse. Qiyu's pain became more and more severe. Groans of pain occurred.
"How is it? Doctor?" Wang Wenzuo asked in a low voice.
"Judging from the pulse, Your Majesty is about to give birth?" the doctor asked in an uncertain tone.
"Production? So fast?" Wang Wenzuo asked: "Didn't you say last time that there were still seven or eight days left?"
"This is just a villain's estimate. It's just a rough estimate. It can't be accurate!" The doctor smiled bitterly: "It's normal to have a few days earlier and a few days later!"
"Okay!" Wang Wenzuo thought about it. It is not surprising that the expected date of birth given by doctors in modern society is wrong by a few days, let alone in ancient times. He held the doctor's hand and said, "Everything has been entrusted to you. If there is anything missing, please let me know." Frankly speaking, if mother and child are safe, I will give you as much silver as you weigh!"
When the doctor heard the huge reward promised by Wang Wenzuo, there was no joy on his face. He said solemnly: "Mr. Lang, please rest assured. Doctors have the heart of a parent. No matter whether there is a reward or not, I will do my best. Now please let Wugan wait. Get out and prepare more hot water and clean linen!"
"I understand!" Wang Wenzuo nodded: "It's all up to you!"
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Outside Shitennoji Temple.
"Horse!" Namba Heiroku said. He picked up a somewhat shriveled orange from the ground and threw it back and forth between his hands.
"Throw it out!" a black-faced man next to him urged: "I don't believe he can hit it!"
"You must hand over the horse's reins, at least to the arbiter!" Namba Heiroku said: "Otherwise, why should I throw the oranges out!"
The dark-faced man looked at Ji Jian Chiying who was standing aside. This unassuming man was slowly selecting arrows from his quiver and then placing them on the bowstring. He couldn't help but regretted making this bet, but Stubbornness was still supporting him and refused to retreat: "Your friend is standing too close, so if you throw it out and he shoots an arrow, it will be easy to hit!"
Namba Heiroku looked back at his old master and said, "You clearly didn't say this just now!"
The black-faced man was secretly happy and said loudly: "Just now was just now, and now is now. If your friend refuses to retreat, I won't bet!"
"Is this okay?" Ji Jian Chiyun took a few steps back, and the distance between him and Namba Heiroku was twelve or thirteen meters.
"No, no, we have to go further!" the black-faced man shouted.
There was a boo from the crowd, and Ji Jianchi calmly walked back four or five steps, and then stopped. The black-faced man wanted Ji Jian Chiyun to retreat further, but the invisible pressure coming from all around prevented him from saying anything. He nodded reluctantly: "Well, this distance is about the same!"
"Horse, reins!" Namba Heiroku reminded. The black-faced man reluctantly handed the reins of his horse to a middle-aged man with a majestic look next to him. The middle-aged man said loudly: "It's time to start. The horse returns after being shot." This one!" He pointed at Namba Heiroku, "If the shot is missed and the horse returns to its original owner, this one will also take out five silver coins. Everyone present will witness it!"
"Here you are, five silver coins!" Namba Heiroku took out five silver coins from his pocket and handed them to the middle-aged man. There was a burst of cheers and applause from all around, and some people were placing bets on the ongoing gambling game.
"Here we come." Namba Heiroku jumped a step, turned around, threw his arm out, and threw the orange into the mist on the sea not far away. I saw the oranges flying far and fast...but not as good as the arrow whizzing from behind. The one-meter-long wooden arrow shaft was inlaid with eagle feathers. Many people did not see clearly whether the arrow hit the orange, but heard the sound. A slight muffled sound echoed on the sea, followed by the sound of falling water.
"You hit the spot, the horse is mine!" Namba Heiroku jumped up and whistled.
"Who said it was shot? Why didn't I see it!" The black-faced man shouted weakly: "It can only be considered a tie, give me the horse back!"
"Although I didn't see it clearly, there was only one sound of falling into the water. If I missed, there should be two sounds of falling into the water!" The middle-aged man with a majestic look refused the black-faced man's trick and gave the reins and silver coins to Namba Ping. Sixth, sternly said to the black-faced man: "It seems that you are also a warrior here for His Majesty's upcoming child, right? How can you give up the dignity of a warrior for a horse?"
Facing the middle-aged man's scolding, the black-faced man weakly lowered his head. Ji saw Chiying coming over, unhooking a large water bag from the saddle, taking out the stopper and smelling: "Is it wine?"
"Yes, it's wine! It's the good wine from my hometown!" The black-faced man replied angrily: "It's all yours now. I raised this beast since he was a child. Be kind to it and feed it more beans!"
Ji saw that Chiyun didn't speak. He took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "This tastes really good. Come on, everyone, take a sip. I hope that with the blessings of gods and Buddhas, Your Majesty will give birth to a strong boy and continue to lead us in battles!"
There was a cheer from the crowd, and the wine bags were passed around the crowd. Everyone who drank the wine cheered loudly and prayed loudly. Ji Jian saw Chi Ying take the reins from Namba Heiroku, walked up to the black-faced man, and handed it over. The black-faced man looked at him in astonishment: "What are you doing?"
"Give it back to you! I can see that you love your horse very much and take good care of it, at least better than me, so I'll give it back to you!"
The dark-faced man's lips trembled slightly. It was obvious that he was so excited that he didn't know what to say for a moment! Ji Jian Chiying patted him on the shoulder: "If you don't know what to say, let's have a few more drinks together later!"
Just as the dark-faced man nodded vigorously, a man quickly ran out of the temple gate, stood on a high place and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty has started giving birth!"
"What?"
"Why is it so fast? Didn't I hear that there are still a few days left?"
"Did something happen? This is not a good thing!"
The crowd passed through a commotion, and everyone had an uneasy expression on their face. Different from the samurai groups such as the Genji, Taira, and Fujiwara clan (Samurai) hundreds of years later, these samurai now have great skills in martial arts and riding. It was already very good, but unlike the samurai groups of later generations, which had formed a strict organization around "noble species", the gangsters gathered in response to the call of the pillars, and even ignored the imperial ban, the master's family used their wealth to cash in Rewards, all these did not exist at that time.
These warriors all exist around Wang Wenzuo and Saitama, but Wang Wenzuo will leave Japan sooner or later. Saitama is a woman and cannot lead the army in person. Naturally, these warriors regard this upcoming child as their only hope. If this If something happens to the children, they will fall back into the hopeless state of disarray they once had.
"Don't panic!" The majestic middle-aged man just now shouted loudly: "It is normal for women to give birth to children one or two days early and one or two days later. Please calm down. Your Majesty is a descendant of Amaterasu Omikami, Zuofu There are also people with strong luck in the palace, how can their children get into trouble so easily? We will all be on duty in the four directions according to the original arrangement, and use our bravery and loyalty to resist the intrusion of ghosts and gods!"
"right!"
"Don't panic, everyone calm down!"
"Each of us will defend the four sides, wear armor and hold bows, and serve the public with all our loyalty!"
After hearing this, everyone armed themselves and stood guard around the Shitennoji Temple to resist imaginary ghosts and gods and protect their soon-to-be-born master.
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Inside Shitennoji Temple.
Three or four hours have passed since Wenpo and the doctor entered the monastery, but no news has come out, only the maidservant who ran out to get hot soup from time to time. Wang Wenzuo, who was waiting outside, became more and more anxious. He sent people in several times to inquire, and the message he received was that His Majesty was in good condition, but was in some pain, and asked Zuofu Dian to wait patiently. He wanted to go in and take a look, but was stopped by his men - at that time, both the Tang Dynasty and the Japanese regarded women's delivery rooms as filthy places, and as a man, it was better not to go in.
"Come here, prepare some fish porridge and soup!" Wang Wenzuo said: "Let Dr. Wenpo take turns to come out and eat some. If Qiyu can eat it, he should also eat some. Only when he is full can he have strength!"
"yes!"
"My Lord!" Fujiwara Fubi whispered.
"What's up?"
Fujiwara looked around and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "If your Majesty has an emergency, you must be fully prepared!"
Wang Wenzuo didn't say anything. Of course he knew what Fujiwara Fubi meant by "in case". Before the advent of modern medicine, women's childbirth all over the world was a dangerous and extremely dangerous thing. Therefore, in medieval times, widows who had given birth to children were sometimes more popular than unmarried women. Widows who had given birth to children had proven that they could have children and knew how to give birth, so they were naturally more popular than unmarried women with no experience. welcome. It would be good if Qiyu's mother and son were safe, but if there was an accident along the way, both mother and son died, or the mother died and the son survived, this would be a big trouble for Wang Wenzuo.
"Bu Bijun, what can you do?"
"If your majesty is unfortunate and one of your children survives, you can follow the example of Duke Zhou and support the child to succeed him!"
"Then if there are even children -" Wang Wenzuo couldn't continue. After all, it sounded like he was cursing his own flesh and blood.
"I have prepared a baby boy, who was born two days ago!" Fujiwara said in a low voice: "If there is any emergency, you can-"
Wang Wenzuo glanced at Fujiwara Bubi in surprise. These guys have really made rapid progress in the matter of "not being a human being" after coming to his side! Saitama is still lying in bed fighting for his child. These bastards have already prepared the "preparatory son". It would be great if Saitama can survive this. If mother and son are no longer here, then prepare this in advance. The ready baby goes on top.
"It's too early to say this now!" Wang Wenzuo suppressed the discomfort in his heart: "You do your own thing well and don't stretch your hands too long, otherwise your fingers will be gone!"
