Chapter 253: I will not panic

To give such a lot of face, all she wants is the royal heir in her stomach, and Huachun can also think about it. After all, people who have no affection only look at the relationship of interests. She can't pretend that everyone in the world likes her, right? It would be nice to have something they valued to make her life more comfortable.
With these shouts, the world seemed empty. The emperor stretched out his hand to take Huachun from He Changan's hand, and took him to sit on the dragon's scorpion, instantly looking at the mountains and small mountains, looking down at the past and the ground is all low. The head and the puckered buttocks greatly satisfy the vanity of a woman.
Although there are still things in mind, Huachun couldn't help but raised her chin and curled her lips because she was infected by the current majestic atmosphere.
Glancing inadvertently, the emperor sitting next to him was sitting tightly, with no expression on his face.
"The concubine is very curious." Huachun frowned: "What on earth do you encounter to have a bit of intense emotional reaction?"
"What do you mean by intense emotional reaction?" The emperor's eyebrows moved slightly.
"Just laugh happily, or wrinkle your face with worry, no matter how excited you are a little bit."
With a sneer, the emperor don't start, and said indifferently: "If the emperor's emotions are exposed, it is not something that the emperor should do. If you can't even control your own emotions, why do I sit in this dragon position?"
Huachun: "..." It sounds so powerful, so it's right to be an emperor with a dead face?
Reluctantly shook her head, she continued to look forward, Long Nian walked around the Zichen Hall, behind which was Renxuan Palace, the Queen’s Palace.
I was about to sigh, but my stomach suddenly fell a little painful.
Taking a breath, Huachun reached out and grabbed the hand of the emperor next to him.
"What?" Yu Wenjie frowned slightly.
Settling down, Huachun asked in a low voice, "You won't panic anyway, right?"
"Yeah." The emperor nodded seriously.
"That concubine just said it straight..." Huachun gritted her teeth: "The concubine seems to be about to give birth..."
His pupils shrank, and Yu Wenjie almost fell off the dragon blade.
"The emperor!" Duke Qin was taken aback.
"I'm fine." Raised his hand and waved, the emperor took a deep breath and looked at her: "Isn't it two months left? Are you scaring me?"
The sweat on his forehead is getting more and more, Huachun gently shook his head: "The concubine feels that the amniotic fluid has broken, you can figure it out."
The recent period of great joy and great compassion, and all kinds of bumps, premature delivery is also expected, but I did not expect that there will be movement at this juncture, people are still on the dragon's nest!
After taking a deep breath, the emperor stretched out his hand to support her into his arms, and then calmly said to the palace nearby: "Speed ​​up, go directly to the Zichen Hall, the empress is about to give birth."
The palace people were shocked, and Long Nian immediately rushed forward like a chicken blood.
Sure enough, I won't be excited and flustered at all! Huachun was very disappointed. He was not nervous when his wife was born prematurely. When would he be nervous?
Premature delivery was unexpected, and Zichen didn’t prepare for it, so she had to invite all the doctors to come over temporarily, and then to the mid-wife. She hurriedly tossed for a while, and Huachun only had her life in bed panting. .
"What should I do?" He Changan stood outside with the emperor, his brows were full of worries: "The risk of premature birth is very high, and it's easy to die if you don't pay attention..."
Before he finished speaking, the clothes on his chest were caught. Looking up, Yu Wenjie's eyes are full of fierce light: "You don't say bad things."
"Don't panic." He Changan said in a dumbfounded manner: "The minister is just telling the truth, and it makes you mentally prepared."
Pushing him away, the emperor, like a grumpy lion, began to walk back and forth outside the palace.
The incense was lighted in the inner temple, Huachun wanted to cry very much, conserving her strength under the comfort of the midwife, waiting for the right time to start exerting.
The pain came one after another, and everyone around was holding their breath. The atmosphere made her feel very irritable. There was a midwife who kept talking about "three fingers, wait a while", something that she didn't understand and felt horrified, which made her want to struggle.
"Mother, don't move, think of something else to distract you."
"What can I think of!" Huachun roared: "What is the emperor doing?"
Rui Er quickly replied: "The emperor is wandering outside."
"Turn his grandma's leg! It hurts me..." Tears followed, her stomach tightened from time to time, and she wanted to scream in pain.
"You inhale, your nose inhale and your mouth spit out, come and follow the rhythm of the old skill." The midwife comforted her, Hua Chun followed for a while, still couldn't help howling.
He Changan saw the emperor, who had been steady on his feet, almost staggered on the ground.
"What's wrong? Did you give birth?" Yu Wenjie grabbed him and asked.
He Changan said helplessly: "The emperor, the minister is a person who has not yet married. If you don't understand how a woman gives birth, it is useless to ask me."
Pushing him away disgustingly, the emperor immediately took a doctor to ask.
The imperial doctor said in embarrassment, "Niang Niang is in the first stage of delivery, so I can't rush."
Is the first stage called this? What to do after that? The emperor was extremely angry: "Is there any way to help her a little?"
The imperial doctor wanted to shake his head, but under the emperor’s hot gaze, he changed his words:
If the emperor has time, he can offer incense to pray for the empress, so that the empress will suffer less sin.

The emperor frowned and looked at him, his eyes were so deep that Yu Doctor Feng would immediately kneel down and say that he was joking. but……
"Duke Qin, prepare an incense case!"
"Yes!"
Yu Doctor Feng: "..." Yes, Bai was worried. The emperor in front of him is a rare panic. Maybe his mind is blank and he can't think anymore.
"what--"
The screams from the inner hall continued, and the emperor calmly inserted three sticks of incense into the incense pot.
"It hurts—"
The screams made everyone outside feel tight, and everyone except the emperor was full of worry.
Duke Qin is very pleased, the emperor deserves to be the emperor, he will only find a solution in case of trouble, he will not panic at all!
Thinking like this, looking down, the emperor's hand was constantly inserting incense into the incense pot, and dozens of incense sticks placed next to him had to be stuffed into it.
"The emperor!" He hurriedly stepped forward to stop: "Three roots are enough!"
Yu Wenjie frowned, glanced down and said, "If three incenses can pray for her a blessing, wouldn't thirty incense be ten?"
That's right! Duke Qin nodded, then he couldn't help but slapped himself: "The emperor, praying is not so counted. Three roots are enough. You should come to the side to rest first?"