"Work harder, my dear lady..."

"My dear, you have to work harder..."

The anxious voice of the midwife seemed to come from a far away place. Wen Yin stared at the tent ceiling with her eyes wide open. Her black hair was wet against her face and neck, her thin pajamas were soaked with cold sweat, and the mattress underneath her was also wet.

The whole person looks like he was fished out of the lake.

She lay there on her back with a pale face, looking at the ceiling of the tent with blurred vision, motionless.

The midwife looked at her appearance and couldn't help but put her hand tremblingly under her nose several times. It wasn't until she noticed her breathing that she took it back with lingering fear.

"Mother, if you persist, you will be fine soon..."

Wen Yin couldn't hear the sounds in her ears, she could only see the figure in her sight.

There seemed to be a person walking in the blurry vision, walking with his back bent and his head lowered. He had his back to her, as if he had not noticed her gaze. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I couldn't touch him.

The palace servants were busy wiping the tears from the eyes of the person on the couch, but they seemed unable to wipe them away.

After a while, the midwife walked towards the screen, trembling all over, and said something quickly, and then the imperial doctor's expression changed drastically.

In a daze, Wen Yin could feel the clutter of footsteps in front of the couch, as if someone was talking or someone was leaving.

But she didn't care. She only cared about the figure in front of her. She raised her hand and tried to hold him... Suddenly, the shadow stopped.

In the outer hall, the pen stained with blood and ink fell to the ground, and bright red blood spots splashed on the black double-headed boat.

"What did you say?"

"The imperial concubine... has a difficult delivery." The imperial doctor knelt down and trembled, "The situation is critical. Please make a decision as soon as possible. Should... protect the older child or protect the younger child?"

Zhu Jing's ear drums were buzzing, as if he was hearing hallucinations.

"Are you going to ask me?" After a while, he slowly turned to the kneeling imperial physician, "Then you might as well tell me which one to protect."

The imperial doctor's face was as pale as earth, how could he dare to answer the question?

Someone's heavy breathing sounded in the hall. Zhu Jing stared at him, his dark eyes were dark and violent: "Didn't you tell me that the pregnancy was perfect before? Now you come to tell me that you can only save one of them? The hospital is so useless, why should I keep you here?

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"Your Majesty, have mercy on me! It's true that the imperial concubine suddenly launched her attack earlier than expected..."

"Shut up, I don't want to hear this!"

With a violent shout, the imperial doctor was stunned. Seeing the Holy Master grabbing the dagger on the table, he thought he was going to die on the spot, but the other party's dagger did not swing towards him.

The dagger fell to the ground with a clang, and the iron tool hit the jade floor, making a harsh sound that echoed in the empty hall. Zhu Jing froze for a moment, then took two steps back, holding the imperial chair behind him firmly with the palms of his hands.

While the imperial doctor was feeling happy for the rest of his life, Zhu Jing raised his head and looked at the brocade curtain in the inner hall.

Her voice could no longer be heard at this moment, only the woman's anxious shouting.

The past with her flashed through my mind like a fleeting glimpse, and finally settled on her peaceful sleeping face when she was asleep last night.

He turned his face stiffly, his eyes sliding over the "Book of Songs", "Book of Changes" and some collections of poems on the table. In order to name the child, he tore through these books that he had rarely touched before and hugged the child.

I'm afraid only he himself knows how high his hopes are.

Finally, he looked at the kneeling imperial doctor, his eyes bloodshot.

"I want you to keep both big and small. I want both big and small!" He said every word, "I want you to go all out, I want you to do it at all costs! If you can do it, I will call you a national champion.

Give me a royal plaque to protect your descendants for thousands of generations!"

The imperial doctor went in with almost no hope. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the inner palace, he saw the midwife who was surprised to say that the mother's condition had improved. He was shocked, and after carefully asking about the situation, he gritted his teeth and asked someone to bring another bowl of soup.

, intending to make a big push.

This time, his fortune and life were all staked in it.

In front of the bed, the palace servants could not move because the corner of her green sleeve was tightly grasped by the empress. The palace servant who brought the decoction had no choice but to go around the couch and feed the decoction into it.

At this time, the loud cry of a baby rang out from the inner hall.

Zhu Jing stood up suddenly and took two quick steps towards the inner hall.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty, the unicorn descended from the sky, both mother and son are safe!"

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People inside and outside the palace knelt down and loudly congratulated the emperor on his birth.

Zhu Jing stopped in front of the brocade curtain, clenched his fists to take a breath, and suddenly burst into laughter.

Everyone in the palace could hear that the emperor felt comfortable and happy from the inside out, and the smile that came from the depths of his heart diluted the sharpness of his bones.

Not long after, the midwife came out beaming with joy, holding a bright yellow swaddle in her arms, followed by the imperial doctor who was also beaming with joy.

Zhu Jing opened the corner of the swaddling clothes and looked over with bated breath.

The baby nestled in the swaddling clothes had red skin, opened its little mouth and cried loudly. Its two small fists were half exposed from the swaddling clothes, and they were clenched tightly and looked very energetic.

He looked at it carefully over and over again, not willing to close his eyes.

"Is it like me?" he asked.

"Like! Very much like the Holy One!"

No matter the midwife or the imperial doctor, they all said that it was like him.

Feng Baoye said: "Not only does he look like the Holy One, but I also see that His Highness's muscles and bones are like His Majesty's. He will surely be unparalleled in martial arts in the future. However, I see that His Highness's eyebrow shape seems to be that of the Empress, which is also the result of the Third Prince."

God bless you, I will always look for the good things of my parents."

"It's the fourth prince."

Feng Bao was stunned for a moment by the Holy Emperor's sudden correction, and then quickly reacted.

Although the prince Lan Cairen was not given a preface before, he is probably taboo here in the Holy Land.

"Yes, it's the fourth prince. Look at this slave's mouth." Feng Bao patted his mouth.

Zhu Jing then repeatedly lingered between the child's eyebrows and eyes. Since the child's eyes had not yet opened, it was not possible to see the shape of the eyes, but the shape of the eyebrows could be seen to a certain extent, as he followed her somewhat.

He laughed, his whole body felt like a spring breeze, "Rewards, there are rewards for all!"

He summoned the nanny and asked them to carefully carry the fourth prince down to breastfeed him. He asked the imperial physician Wen Yin about her condition.

The imperial doctor told the truth truthfully that the imperial concubine's vitality was severely damaged. In order to avoid sequelae in the future, she would need to rest for a long time. Especially during the confinement period, it is more critical and must be cared for carefully.

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Zhu Jing gave him full responsibility for the imperial concubine's health care and ensured that she took good care of herself.

At the end, he stepped forward and patted the imperial doctor on the shoulders and said with a smile: "National champion, you are well-deserved."

The imperial doctor was extremely excited when he received such praise.

The next day, the Holy Emperor ordered the ministers of civil and military affairs to go to court and announce the birth of the fourth prince. At the same time, he issued a decree to grant amnesty to the world.

At the same time, the Jin Yiwei also found out that the premature birth of the imperial concubine was not caused by external factors. Soon the Yangxin Palace withdrew the imperial troops, and the Sixth Palace was also declared to have lifted the embargo.

Before all the concubines in the harem were aware of what had happened, not long after, the imperial concubine gave birth and flew to all parts of the Sixth Palace as if it had wings. In just half a day, no one knew about it.

At the same time, we also learned that the Holy One had given the fourth rank to the newly crowned emperor. Not only that, this morning the emperor also announced that he would pray for the fourth prince and grant a general amnesty to the world.

The Third Washing Ceremony was very grand, with lanterns and colorful decorations, brocade flowers, and the whole imperial city was filled with joy. When meeting people in the palace, they must first say "Happy Fourth Prince". Royal relatives and nobles and courtiers were invited to enter the palace, such as the New Year's Eve banquet.

Generally, in Jiaotai Hall and Taihe Hall, two banquets are held in parallel, and the excitement is even worse than the New Year's Eve banquet.

At night, the Fire Tree Star Bridge and the lanterns shine brightly, illuminating the palace with flowers.

The Kyoto Yamen issued an edict that there would be no curfew tonight, and the streets of the capital were deserted for a while. The common people came out one after another. In the summer when the night wind blew the willows slowly, they crowded on the long streets, stood near the palace gates, and looked up at the brilliant colors above the imperial city.

sky filled with fireworks.

Rest until dawn.

The occasion was unprecedented.

This third baptism banquet for the fourth prince has been talked about for a long time.

The Holy Father was drunk. He had not drank any alcohol since his serious illness, but he got drunk at the banquet.

He was happy tonight, so he let himself go and drank the congratulatory wine offered by everyone to almost everyone who came. Seeing that His Majesty was so happy, everyone was even more enthusiastic about it, so that they could brag to future generations, Your Majesty.

I drank my own toast that year.

However, although he was drunk, the saint's face was still stable, but the soles of his feet were not very stable.

In the end, Feng Bao helped him leave.

After returning to the Yangxin Hall, he drunkenly called Yin Yin several times across the screen, until Feng Bao reminded him not to disturb the queen's rest. He vaguely regained some sense and staggered to the side hall.

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In the Imperial City late at night, the fireworks all over the sky are dazzling, just like the most magnificent scene in the world.

Under the eaves of the palace, someone raised his head and stared at it for a long time. He slowly raised his hand on his side, as if he wanted to reach into the dazzling sky and touch the dazzling light.

When Zhu Jing woke up the next day, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
To be continued...