The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 900 My Xiaer is born

Madam Meng picked up a pair of gilded twig shears and passed them over the candle flame three times, then she dropped the shears when blue smoke rose.

There was no blood at the cut part of the umbilical cord, but amber ointment oozed out. She used five-color silk threads dyed with agarwood to tie a chain of Ruyi knots, and hid the thread ends in moxa wool, which was the secret "Locking Yuan" technique.

Madam Meng dipped a brocade handkerchief in rose water and skillfully wiped off the vernix caseosa on the baby's body.

It was a boy, with a body as white as jade, hair as raven feathers, and skin as white as cream. This baby must have been well nourished in his mother's womb.

Madam Meng weighed the baby and realized, "It weighs more than eight pounds. It's rare and heavy." She patted the baby's feet, and the loud cry shook the people outside the house, and even the plum blossoms outside the window fell down.

Everyone outside the house cried with joy, "It's born! My Xia'er is born!"

"Amitabha! Bodhisattva bless you!"

Inside the house, Madam Meng took out the brocade swaddling clothes that she had prepared long ago and wrapped the baby up, reciting a blessing as she wrapped him up, "One wrap will replenish your vitality, two wraps will keep away evil spirits."

The brocade swaddling cloth was embroidered with a pattern of "long life" in gold thread, which was the warmth of the fingertips of all the women who cared about the baby in the princess' belly, each one of them making it with one stitch.

Tang Chujun embroidered the starting stroke of the character "长", Yao Sheng continued with the hook of the character "命", and Zheng Qiaoer even asked a centenarian old lady from a royal palace to add the last dot of the character "岁".

"This little boy is truly extraordinary!" Lady Meng couldn't help but exclaim. She had been delivering babies for many years, but she had never seen a baby as cute as this one.

Before he finished speaking, the baby suddenly opened his eyes. His dark pupils were as bright as lacquer, which made all the old women in the room tremble with fear.

It was just dawn at this time. Madam Meng and the others had been busy all night, and their clothes were soaked. Before they could be happy about the birth of a baby, they heard Liang Yanbing shout, "Oh no, the princess fainted from blood loss."

She immediately used acupuncture to stop the bleeding, and inserted the cinnabar silver needle into the Baihui acupoint.

There was a sudden buzzing sound in Anxia's brain, and the sharp pain split the chaos, actually pushing back a little bit of the continuous pain of childbirth.

The morning sun shone through the red gauze curtains outside the window, casting tiny shadows on her pale face. Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure outlined in the shadows.

The man looked very good, standing against the light, and asked her, "When the country is safe, will you come with me and fly away?"

She was filled with joy, with thousands of words rolling in her throat, but in the end, she just said, "Yeah, okay."

Because of the national crisis, she lost her inner joy when she said "hmm". He heard it and misunderstood it, "If you don't want to, it's okay. Then, I will come back to be your Weibei General."

She had no intention of explaining, her mind was filled with sadness over the battle reports and worry about the enemy at the gates.

He did not mention it again, but wrote a poem with the hand holding the sword. Two lines of the poem were: If I live, I will return to you; if I die, I will miss you forever.

On the night of their departure, she leaned on his shoulder and cried until her armor was wet.

He stroked her hair and chuckled, his eyes full of tenderness.

The interweaving of light and shadow was the scene of two people performing the bowing ceremony when they were getting engaged.

The man's eyes were red, as if he had traveled through the long river of time and finally stood in front of her again.

He bowed and said in a deep voice, as if he was saying something in code, "I will come back when I am alive."

She remembered everyone except him. She didn't know what he meant at the time, but she was able to accurately greet him and gave him a half-salute, "I will always miss you until I die."

past life.

this life.

Shi Anxia remembered in pain. It turned out that the oath was also branded.

But why, in this life, which was clearly a beautiful country, after they got married and had children, he still had such a fate?

Life is about coming back, death is about longing for love!

Shi Anxia called out the name of the one who had traveled through reincarnation in a hoarse voice, "Qingyu!"

……

Liang Yanbing heard it clearly, and the mumbling that came out of Shi Anxia's lips was fragmented.

When "Qingyu" was called out, it was wrapped in blood, and suddenly it turned into a sharp "Sansan". Before the tail tone faded away, it turned into a shrill "liar".

His blood-stained nails dug into the mattress and a few obscure words rolled out of his throat, which sounded like an ancient tune or an incantation. Even Liang Yanbing, who was proficient in various local dialects, could not make out a single word.

But at this time Liang Yanbing was only focused on stopping the bleeding.

Madam Meng also helped by pushing the palace. The two worked together to treat her, with silver needles and palm power interweaving, and finally stopped the bleeding at the end of the night.

Madam Meng suddenly pressed on Shi Anxia's Cun, Guan, and Chi parts, and her brows relaxed. "The pulse is showing!"

She hurriedly asked Liang Yanbing to diagnose the patient together.

The two blood-stained hands were crossed between the pale wrists, but the pulse on the radial side was felt to be deep and smooth, like beads rolling on a plate, and although the pulse was weak, it was gradually becoming gentle.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Anxia seemed to wake up faintly, but her eyes were blank.

Liang Yanbing felt the faint but regular fetal movement in her palm. It was the twins beating together in her belly. Her brows relaxed. "Princess, the baby's heartbeat is like a drum now. You have to hold on. If we try harder, the baby will be born. They are also trying hard!"

Shi Anxia's eyelashes trembled slightly, leaving dark water marks on the sweaty brocade pillow. She opened her lips slightly, but only exhaled a breath with the smell of rust.

When the severe pain came again, she was like a candle in the wind, her sweaty fingertips tightly grasping the wooden doll that had been rubbed to a shine.

She loosened her fingers little by little, and then clenched them little by little.

Tang Chujun and Yao Sheng were finally allowed into the house to accompany their daughter, one on each side.

Both of them had bloodshot eyes, and all their attention was focused on their daughter. The energetic little grandson was completely ignored.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Shi Anxia gave birth to two more daughters.

She had hardly exerted any effort in giving birth to these two children. In a trance, while she was still half asleep and half awake, the children were born.

But the two little girls were so small, like kittens, and their weak cries sounded like those of newly hatched birds, and could not be heard unless one listened carefully.

Even the midwife was at a panic, holding the babies in her hands, not knowing what to do, fearing that if she was not careful, she might crush the delicate little ones with a little more force.

"Jiao!" Madam Meng came closer to take a look, her eyes glowing with eagerness, and she kept muttering, "It's good as long as she's angry, it's good as long as she's angry."

The two little girls kept their eyes closed the whole time, their skin was red and wrinkled, like two miniature old ladies.

Delivering a princess was even more tiring than giving birth yourself. Lady Meng was so exhausted that she collapsed on the ground, leaning against the wall and breathing heavily. Her chest rose and fell violently, and she was too lazy to even move her fingers.

Before she could catch her breath, she heard the midwife screaming, "Miss, Miss is dead, she is dead!"

Madam Meng shuddered all over, sat up in shock from her dying illness, and almost crawled over.

But one of the children had a dark purple face and his little chest showed no sign of rising or falling.

Mrs. Meng's brain buzzed and her vision went dark. When she came to her senses, her fingers had already instinctively reached into the baby's mouth, and with a hook of her knuckles, she scraped out half a finger of sticky amniotic fluid.

Before she could wipe the baby's mouth, she leaned over and covered the baby's mouth and nose, sucking hard.

"Pooh!" A mouthful of turbid mucus was spit into the copper bowl, making a slight splashing sound.

"Hold your head!" She shouted at the stunned midwife, and placed her left hand firmly under the baby's neck, tilting its little head back slightly. Her right hand arched like a sparrow's tongue, and tapped twice on the palm-sized back.

"Wow——" a thin cry came out of the throat, like a wet kitten whimpering.