Chapter 755: Unknown fate, difficult childbirth and choice
The sun sets in the west, and the sunset reflects the mountains. The autumn of the Mexican plateau is a rich harvest of dark green and yellowish. The birds in the sky are driven away by the farmers, peeping at the dark green corn fields in the sky. And the continuous camps,
There were samurai patrolling the area, and the ground was covered with yellowish grass.
"May the Goddess of Harvest and Fertility bless you."
Shulot stood in front of the temple of the Harvest Goddess with his back turned, his face as solemn as a warrior, and his mouth as devout as a farmer's prayers. He looked at the crimson sky, clenched his hands that had nowhere to rest, and felt nervous and anxious in his heart.
At this moment, he did not know that the terrible typhus had appeared in Western Europe for the first time during the siege of Barcelona during the Granada War, and was recorded in history. This kind of Rickettsia that the native Americans lacked resistance to.
The mortality rate of infectious diseases in Europe is 40%, and the mortality rate in America has doubled, once reaching an astonishing 80%. Such a cruel infectious disease was brought to China by the Spaniards fifty years later.
America, after smallpox, was the second widely spread death, taking away tens of millions of Chinese and American tribes
As in the past, Pandora's box of disease has been opened again. And the bird of death is watching the corn fields and countryside, waiting for the day when it will fly down.
"O Lord God! Please give me your blessing! It has been almost a day from sunrise to sunset, from the time the signs appeared to the time of delivery."
The day was getting dusk, and the anxiety on Shulot's face had become real. He paced back and forth uneasily, looking closely at the temple of the goddess. Expensive candles had been lit in the temple, and the goddess priests were nervously inside the temple.
He was busy, and sometimes he prayed devoutly. The familiar and hoarse cry of pain came low from the partitions in the hall, and each sound touched Shulot's heart.
"Eckart! Eckart! Why hasn't Ters come back yet? What on earth are the weapon craftsmen accompanying the army doing!"
Shulot clenched his hands and shouted in a deep voice, anger already appearing on his face. He was like a puma suppressing his anger and anxiety, pawing his claws on the ground angrily.
"Your Highness, this will take time. According to your instructions, time is too tight."
"Send your personal guards to hurry up! There are so many excellent craftsmen, why can't they make it! Let people tell them not to bring things back again."
Having said this, Shulot's eyes were filled with danger. But he still remained rational and did not say the next words.
"Yes! I'll send someone right now!"
Eckart, the captain of the guard, lowered his head and spoke very softly. He hurriedly arranged his men and went to the military workshop in the Tree Snake City. Then, he returned to His Highness, but hesitated to speak. He knew that the young king was in the midst of
On the verge of losing control of his emotions. He never thought that the king would care so much about women and children in labor. However, it was precisely because of this that he had to give some warnings in advance to lay precautions for the future.
"Your Highness. Maybe, everything is fate."
"Asshole! Shut up!"
Hearing this, Shulot's anger was instantly ignited. He grabbed the captain of the guard by the collar, with a stern look on his face, like a roaring beast.
"Eckart, even if it is fate, I should break it!"
The king's hoarse scolding sounded in front of the temple. A young priestess whose sacrificial robe was stained with blood was so frightened that she stood on the spot. She had just come out of the temple and wanted to see His Highness, but she did not dare to approach and speak.
However, the appearance of the priestess quickly attracted Shulot's attention. The king once again suppressed his anger and strode up to the other party with expectation in his eyes.
"God bless you! How is it? Has she given birth?"
"Your Highness"
The young priestess's face turned pale, and she was so nervous that she even stuttered in her voice. Seeing the other party's behavior, Shulot's heart suddenly sank. He had never heard the baby's cry, so the inquiry just now was naturally just a lie.
"Say it!"
"Your Highness, the goddess officiant, the midwife, and the herbalists all discussed this together."
Under His Highness's insistence, the young priestess struggled to speak and gave out suggestions intermittently.
"The fate is ominous. Maybe you can make a choice."
"Ominous destiny? Make a choice?!"
Hearing these words, Xiulote's mind buzzed, and he was instantly confused. He took two deep breaths, threw away the hand held by the captain of the guard, and strode into the temple.
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No one stopped him, and no one dared to stop him. He hurriedly walked into the hall, looked up and saw the newly sculpted goddess statue, which was none other than Tonacacihuatl, the Mexica goddess of harvest and fertility.
The most important goddess in Mexica has a smile on her face, a green feather crown, and a blood-red cloak. In tradition, she accepts the ritual of harvest sacrifices and bestows the harvest of the fields. She also accepts the ritual of blood sacrifices.
, using death to give birth to new life.
Seeing the smile of this goddess, Shulot even felt a hint of violence in his heart, thinking of the prayer of the blood sacrifice ceremony. But soon, he came to his senses and shook his head vigorously.
"Phew! It's useless, that's useless. The only thing that's useful is medicine."
Xiulote walked into the side hall muttering to himself, and the traces of later generations of medicine were reflected in his eyes and smelled in his nose. In order to give birth to Naxiu, he personally arranged manpower and prepared alcohol distilled by local methods to wash it.
After cleansing and boiling the white cloth, a delivery bed padded with several layers of cotton cloth was arranged, and the concepts of sterility and disinfection were repeatedly emphasized to the priests.
If another person were to give such guidance, the priests of the goddess would probably turn their backs on them and drive them away. They have delivered hundreds of babies. The customs passed down in the temple have lasted for thousands of years. Is it still necessary?
, let a man guide? But after all, it is His Highness who is inspired by God who speaks, so they can only choose to obey, and they must try their best to do their best according to the other party's instructions.
As soon as Shulot entered the side hall, his steps suddenly became light. He stood at the door of the side hall and saw the white delivery bed vaguely visible in the depths, and suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart. He listened to Na Xiu's painful and hoarse cry.
He groaned, as if his heart was being grabbed by a pair of hands. He couldn't speak, so he could only walk forward in silence.
"Dear His Highness Shenqi"
The elderly goddess priest Itoya was waiting at the door, lowered her head, and saluted the silent Shulot. Her face was filled with an uncontrollable sadness. On the one hand, she was worried about the mother's difficult labor, and on the other hand
, and was worried that he knew something he shouldn't know.
"Hey! Unpredictable fate always comes unexpectedly."
Priest Itoya recited something in a low voice, and then carefully explained to Shulot.
"Your Highness, the mother must have taken contraceptive herbs for a long time. It would have harmed the body that gives birth to life. It is difficult to get pregnant and it will take several years to grow. However, she should have been pregnant before her body recovered.
I sang with you frequently, and then I became pregnant with an heir."
"She has been trying hard for a long time, but due to her first delivery, coupled with the damage to the flesh pot, the strength of the delivery was somewhat insufficient. And the baby's head was a little out of proportion, making it difficult to pass through the pelvis."
Priest Itoya suppressed his voice and tried equally hard to explain for a while. Shulot had a sullen face and listened carefully in silence. It wasn't until Priest Itoya said the last words that his eyes sharpened and his eyes filled with tears.
red.
".The fate is ominous! Your Highness, it's time to consider your choice. There is still a chance to choose now. If you wait any longer, I'm afraid one or two people will die."
