Farmer of Shu Han

Just as Wu was tense at home and loose at home and was preparing his troops in secret, the atmosphere in the inner courtyard of Feng's Mansion in Chang'an became more and more tense.

Madam You is about to give birth.

The delivery time will not exceed the end of February.

It seems that February is only a few days away.

Madam You's stomach has been stretched to the limit, and sometimes Feng Duhu sees the thin layer of belly in her stomach, and is very worried whether it will burst.

It just so happens that the Lord is still acting like a normal person all day long.

The mouth is not idle, and the legs are not idle.

With a big belly, smelling the fragrance of flowers outside the window, listening to the singing of birds outside the window, I had a whim to go outside the city for a spring outing.

"Calm down!"

Feng Duhu was holding one of her legs, and was kneading it carefully, helping Madam You to clear her blood.

Pregnant women have a big belly, poor body fluid circulation, prone to edema, especially in the lower limbs.

Feng's family has a big business, and there are a lot of servants and maids who are proficient in massage.

Rough people like Feng Duhu came from the battlefield, and they can't control their strength well, so they are easy to pinch and hurt.

But Mrs. You likes to order him around.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and pregnant women are the biggest.

Besides, whether it's Mrs. Zuo or Mrs. Right, that is, the first child has no experience, and at that time I often couldn't control my temper.

Later, with experience, regular diet, proper exercise, and at the same time maintain a peaceful mind.

According to the medical school, this is not only good for pregnant women, but also good for the baby in the belly.

Madam You was pregnant this time, although she occasionally played petty temper, but generally speaking, her temper didn't change much.

For example, now, seeing Feng Duhu rubbing her calf, Mrs. You felt very satisfied.

"It's been a few days since the baby was born, and now you're making a fuss about going out of town for a spring break? Don't say you're taking a carriage, even if someone carries you away, I'm afraid you'll be bumped."

Feng Duhu glared at her, let go of the calf in his hand, pulled the other leg, and continued to knead.

"If you go out of the city, maybe even the delivery room at home has to follow you out of the city."

Madam You kicked her legs in dissatisfaction: "It's an exaggeration."

"Exaggeration?" Feng Duhu snorted and looked up at Mrs. You sideways, "Aren't you afraid that when you walk halfway, the child in your stomach suddenly wants to come out to meet your parents?"

Looking at Feng Duhu who was kneading hard for herself, Mrs. You giggled:

"That's fine, listen to A Lang."

In fact, she was just acting petty and playing tricks on Feng Duhu.

"Such a beautiful spring scenery," Mrs. You pointed outside, "If you don't leave Noh Castle, you can always go to the yard to have a look, right?"

Looking at Mrs. You who was still unwilling to stop at this moment, Feng Duhu knew that he couldn't stop her, so he felt helpless:

"Then be careful."

Put her leg down, and move the other leg off the ottoman, and carefully lift her up.

Mrs. You yelled, and with the help of Feng Duhu, she stood up out of breath.

My stomach is too big, not to mention walking, even if I turn over at night, I need help.

Feng Duhu supported Mrs. You as if he was holding a fragile treasure, and he had to close his eyes even in the blink of an eye.

Although it was not the first time she saw him like this, the corners of Madam You's lips were still slightly raised, and she was very upset.

The man's unintentional gestures always made her feel that it was worthwhile for her to give birth to him.

After walking a few steps in the yard, Mrs. You couldn't move anymore, so she found a place to sit down.

"Is it uncomfortable? Why don't you go back and lie down before you take a breath?"

Feng Duhu looked at Mrs. You, who had difficulty even sitting in a normal posture, and her upper body always subconsciously leaned back, pushing her stomach out, as if it would save effort.

He was exhausted for her.

Mrs. You nodded, and stretched out her hand to support it, but she didn't support it, and almost leaned over.

Fortunately, Feng Duhu had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he quickly supported her.

Madam You leaned against Feng Duhu and did not move.

"Are you okay?"

Madam You rolled her eyes, but said nothing.

After a while he said:

"Something seems wrong..."

"What's the matter?"

"It's coming out..."

"What's coming out?" Although Feng Duhu didn't know what Mrs. You was talking about, his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

Madam You blinked her eyes, motioning him to look down, while holding her big belly with one hand, her face was a bit painful:

"The child seems to be obedient. What did you say in the room just now? Come on as soon as you say it!"

"Come on! Come on!"

Feng Duhu's slightly mournful roar sounded in the courtyard.

"Hurry up, help Madam to the delivery room, Madam is about to give birth!"

Following Feng Duhu's roar, the entire backyard of Zhongduhu's Mansion began to get busy and tense.

For the possible situation of Mrs. You's delivery, the medical workers in the Zhongdu Nursing Mansion have made many preparations for the birth.

Not to mention that Mrs. You's delivery date is in the past few days, and they even take turns to wait for orders day and night.

A few sturdy servants put the groaning Mrs. You on the couch, and walked briskly to the delivery room.

Feng Duhu followed behind, almost trotting to keep up.

After entering the delivery room, Madam You's cries of pain were probably lowered because of the medical workers who delivered the babies.

Mrs. Zuo rushed over from the official office of the former mansion, and saw Feng Duhu who was guarding outside the delivery room:

"here we go?"

Feng Duhu nodded. Although this was not his first child, nor was it the first time he was waiting for his wife to give birth in the delivery room, there was still some anxiety on his face that could not be concealed.

"I just went to the backyard for a walk, but I didn't know that the water came out when I didn't sit still."

As he said that, he felt a little guilty and walked back and forth a few steps:

"My fault, she shouldn't be allowed to go out at this time."

Madam Zuo frowned and looked towards the delivery room:

"What did the doctor say?"

Probably because they heard the conversation outside, Madam You seemed to say something, only the medical worker raised his voice from inside:

"Ma'am, this is a normal delivery, so please rest assured."

Hearing this, Madam Zuo breathed a sigh of relief, and glared at Feng Duhu angrily.

She thought something was wrong.

"Let me just say, it's been a few days, and the medical staff has been watching, what can happen? Let's go inside and wait."

There is also a waiting room specially built next to the delivery room.

The two are separated by a wall and connected by an inner door.

But at this time the inner door is naturally closed.

In the reception room, voices in the delivery room can be heard more clearly.

Apart from the occasional groan from Mrs. You, it was mostly the orders of the medical workers.

Although it was not the first time to wait outside the delivery room, giving birth was a big event, so Feng Duhu still couldn't hold back his emotions.

Seeing Feng Duhu trying to calm himself down, Mrs. Zuo smiled and did not speak.

Speaking of which, when the famous wives and concubines in Feng's mansion gave birth to their first child, Alang didn't seem to be there.

The flower lady who has no status is the only exception.

Thinking back to when I gave birth to A Shun, A Lang was waiting outside, and he seemed to be in the same at a loss?

It seems that he was reprimanded by the medical workers at that time?

Thinking of this, Mrs. Zuo couldn't stop smiling.

"What are you laughing at, Mr. Xi?"

Feng Duhu, who was trying to divert his attention, noticed Madam Zuo's expression and couldn't help asking.

"I'm naturally happy when I think that our Feng residence will have more people."

Feng Duhu said "Oh", then nodded, and continued following Mrs. Zuo's words:

"I don't know if it's a boy or a girl, but it would be great if it's a daughter..."

There are too many sons in the family, Feng Duhu desperately wants a daughter, otherwise they both have a daughter, it is too lonely.

Whether the X chromosome can stand up or not depends on this.

It's just that he didn't finish his sentence, only Madam You couldn't even care about moaning in the delivery room, and screamed: "Son!"

"Ma'am, ma'am, don't get excited, don't waste your energy."

The medical workers inside hurriedly persuaded him.

Mrs. You is relentless:

"Feng Mingwen, don't say that I'm going to have a daughter..."

Feng Duhu didn't dare to keep his mouth shut: "Okay, okay, give birth to a son, give birth to a son."

Then he said without hesitation:

"Actually, I have no prejudice against sons or daughters. It's the same for boys and girls."

It's just that, not to mention Mrs. You in the delivery room, even Mrs. Zuo who was sitting with him in the waiting room didn't believe it.

"You liar!"

Mrs. You probably started to have a stomachache again, this sentence sounded a bit like gnashing of teeth:

"Smart words!"

Who doesn't know that both of them are the most favored in the whole house?

Every fruit you pick in the yard is held on your shoulders.

Ah Chong envied his real name and wanted to be promoted, so he got a roll.

Feng Duhu sighed: "Si Niang, I still remember that when you and I first met, your age was not much different from Shuangshuang, right? At that time, you said that I was eloquent."

"At that time, I only thought that you were young and ignorant. I didn't expect that after so many years, you would still make such an evaluation. What a waste of time for you and my husband and wife."

Hearing his words, Mrs. You, who was a little annoyed at first, immediately laughed out loud, and her mood calmed down a bit.

Although he is experienced, Feng Du is a little restless when guarding next door, let alone Mrs. You who is about to give birth?

It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous at all.

But when Feng Duhu talked about the first meeting between the two, Mrs. You also felt a little emotional.

In a flash, almost twenty years have passed.

If there is no accident, the child who is about to be born should be the youngest child in the family.

Because even if I am myself, I am afraid that I am not allowed to have children no matter in terms of age or body.

As for the others, according to the medical school, they are already considered advanced maternal age, and if they regenerate, the risk will be greatly increased.

I don't know if there is a tacit understanding, Feng Duhu read a sentence leisurely outside:

"If life is just like seeing you for the first time..."

Just such a sentence, it sounds plain, but it is extremely captivating, making the wives on the left and right tremble slightly.

Madam Zuo, who was always cold in front of outsiders, actually had a hint of reminiscence on the corner of her mouth before anyone smiled.

Although Alang wasn't around when he gave birth to Achong, he still left some poems.

There are countless makeup reminder poems in the world, but I am afraid that I am the first one of labor reminder poems.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Zuo looked at Feng Duhu with a gloomy gaze:

This bowl of water is really flat.

Madam You, who was lying on the couch in the delivery room, heard the verse, and then remembered that she had asked him one thing in the early years:

If one day I want to give birth to his child, I will also listen to his poems in the delivery room.

It's just that this is just what I said out of jealousy.

Now so many years have passed, if Alang hadn't recited the poem at this time, she would have forgotten about this incident.

Unexpectedly, he kept this matter in his heart.

Thinking of this, Mrs. You couldn't help but feel sweet in her heart, as if she even forgot the pain.

It's just that no matter what the two ladies were thinking in their hearts, neither of them opened their mouths, and they waited tacitly for Feng Duhu to read the next sentence.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, it turned out to be empty.

"What's next?"

Mrs. Zuo was in the same room as Feng Duhu, and when she saw him sitting blankly, he seemed to have no intention of continuing to read, so she couldn't help but urge her.

The past few years have been busy, and Feng Duhu has rarely produced new works.

At this time, I finally had a chance, but I didn't expect that it was just a start. How can people bear it?

"It's just that there is emotion in my heart, and if I say it casually, what's the bottom line?"

Naturally, Feng Duhu couldn't read the rest.

Otherwise, the autumn wind draws a fan sadly and changes the old man's heart, how to explain it?

No way, the two wives thought he had a new love again.

It's still a matter of life, pretend to beep or something, and let it go later.

"Feng Mingwen, you kill a thousand swords!"

Tian Sisi turned into Kong Luoluo, coupled with a huge pain from below, Madam You couldn't help screaming and cursing.

"It's started, it's started, ma'am, don't use too much force first, take a breath, and then use more force!"

The voice of the medical worker sounded in the delivery room.

Hearing Madam You's cry of pain in the delivery room, Feng Duhu's forehead was slightly sweating, and he frantically recalled the poems recorded in the bottom of the box in his mind, which one was suitable for the current situation.

Obviously a few days ago I secretly reviewed it.

As we get older, does memory also decline?

At this time, a servant suddenly reported outside the door:

"Master, Mr. Wei is here."

Feng Duhu was so focused that he didn't seem to hear it.

Madam Zuo stepped forward and gave Feng Duhu a slight push.

"how?"

Only then did Feng Duhu come back to his senses.

"Wei Rong is here."

Wei Rong is the bishop of the Royal Academy and one of the supervisors of the academy.

At a young age, he was already called Mr. Wei.

"Oh, oh, let him come over then."

If Zhang Yuan is the big brother of the school, then Wei Rong is Feng Duhu's big disciple who opened the door.

Of course, the real big disciple who opened the door has achieved a transition in status, from a disciple to a bedside person, and even gave birth to a child.

Wei Rong, as the eldest disciple in name, naturally has no need to avoid suspicion.

However, Feng Duhu still walked out of the waiting room, and met Wei Rong at a place slightly away from the delivery room.

"What's up?"

"Disciple, first of all, congratulations to the master's mansion for the addition of new members."

"I haven't been born yet, is this what you came for?"

"One more thing."

"explain."

Feng Duhu was still in a hurry to go back to accompany the delivery, and was in no mood to waste time.

"Brother sent a letter, saying that the adults have already started mobilizing troops and are ready to do something."

Feng Duhu was thoughtful: "According to the plan at this point in time, it's almost time to make preparations, which is normal."

It is estimated that tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, the official document from Hedong will come.

He looked at Wei Rong and asked:

"Hedong Governor's Mansion, is there any other news?"

Wei Rong shook his head:

"there is none left."

After thinking for a while, he said: "I heard from my elder brother that after my lord arrived in Hedong, someone took the initiative to seek refuge."

Others don't know, but as Feng Duhu's disciple, even if Wei Rong didn't see it with his own eyes, he can be sure that there must be black hands behind the Hedong tragedy.

So he looked at Feng Duhu and reminded:

"Master, tell me, could it be the Hedong family, what do you think?"

Use the hands of adults to compete with the teacher, and then make a profit from it.

Eggs are not put in the same basket, the instinct of the family has operated.

It's normal for Wei Rong to have this idea.

"Huh?" Feng Duhu was taken aback, keenly aware of the problem:

"Hedong family? The people who seek refuge are from Hedong?"

"Should be?" Wei Rong was not too sure, "But I heard that this person knows He Dong quite well, and his suggestions are quite pertinent, and he has already gained the trust of adults."

"What's that man's name?"

"Guo Xun."

"Guo Xun?"

When Feng Duhu heard the name, he repeated it. He felt that he was not a famous person, so he didn't have much reaction.

The most important thing is that he has been in this era for too long, and at the same time, he has greatly changed the course of history.

There are too many things that can no longer be matched.

But seeing him ponder:

"Okay, I get it, there is some chaos in the house today, so I won't keep you."

Wei Rong respectfully said: "Disciple leave."