He had tried to control himself to make his voice sound a little calm, but his trembling vocal cords couldn't hide from the stranger.
But at this time, she did not have the strength to comfort Yan Beicheng. The pain in her abdomen was aggravated with the passage of time. She suddenly felt a sudden warmth in her lower body, extending along the inner thigh to the lower leg.
Mo Shanghua bit her lips and said, "sheep, the amniotic fluid is broken."
Qin Ya Mo Ling, who is far away, hears this sentence as soon as he comes here. He is in a panic and goes down to find wenpo in a hurry. But in the blink of an eye, the courtyard is in a mess.
…
until Mo Shanghua lay on the bed, Yan Beicheng still held her hand.
Ear seems to hear a few wenpo repeatedly dissuade Yan Beicheng to go out, here ominous voice, but Mo Shanghua never feel, that hands had a moment of relaxation.
The pain in her abdomen was very painful. She thought it was the limit at the beginning, but she didn't expect that the pain tortured her for three hours. Every half an hour, the pain became more and more painful.
It's more painful than a few arrows!
It's a hundred times more painful than suturing a wound without anesthetics!
It's very clear that she's just at the entrance of the palace, and it's not the time of real production. Even so, the pain is still there.
At that time, she was awkwardly obedient to wenpo's instructions, lying on the bed. Her whole face was very pale, her hair was soaked with sweat, and her lips were almost bleeding.
Yan Beicheng did not let go of her hand for a moment. He saw all her pain in his eyes, and his heart was the same pain. His eyes were full of blood, and the hand shaking gently.
"Mo'er, you, you need to come on, I will always accompany you, I….
for the first time in his life, Yan Beicheng's mind is blank, and he can't even say a complete word.
He really didn't know how to relieve the pain of Mo Shanghua. He simply put his arm to her lips and said, "Mo'er, if you can't bear the pain, you will bite my hand."
The flowers on the street are almost unconscious of the pain, but they still turn their heads.
Qin Ya hastily brought the ginseng soup, red eyes looking at Yan Beicheng who occupied the position in front of the bed, "Lord, give the princess some ginseng soup."
Yan North City ordered to nod, a hand will Mo Shanghua helped up, will ginseng soup to her lips.
Mo Shanghua didn't know much about it. He just drank a few mouthfuls by instinct and began to cough.
Yan Beicheng married Shen Tang and threw it to Qin ya. He wiped off the water stains on her lips, put her back on the bed, clenched her hand again, and looked at the busy wenpo, "what's the matter?"
Wenpo squatted down and looked at it carefully. Then she looked up and said in a hurry: "it's almost done. Please continue to breathe deeply and exert yourself."
"Deep breath… Hard, hard, ma'am…"
in a daze, it seems that the words in the ear of Mo Shanghua are replaced by such words. However, in that scene, there is no Yan Beicheng who is unwilling to leave at any time, just a busy woman and maid.
Such a situation seems to be in the past, and it seems to be in the present, so that Mo Shanghua can hardly tell whether it is the imagination or the present reality, but only wenpo's guidance is surprisingly consistent. She just instinctively takes deep breath again and again according to wenpo's words.
www.wuxiaworld.eu , the fastest update of the webnovel!