Qing imperial concubine spoiled

Chapter 666

Mo Sang looked at the woman behind King Zhijun, and twitched his lips, and he didn't care about King Zhijun's threats.

"The prince may have misunderstood something. This subordinate is not here to trouble the prince, but also wants to ask, where is Fujin in your mansion?"

King Zhijun couldn't see his fearless appearance the most, "When will it be your turn to ask Fujin of this king?"

"How about Fujin in your mansion, I'm not interested in knowing. It's just that an important maid was lost in the palace today. I found out that this matter has something to do with Fujin in your mansion. This matter is related to the safety of the imperial concubine and empress. Please cooperate, my lord."

After listening to King Zhijun, his dizzy mind finally cleared up.A court lady is so valued by the emperor and the imperial concubine, and it is also related to the illness of the imperial concubine, so she knows who Mo Sang is talking about without even thinking about it!He looked at Mo Sang suddenly, and asked, "What's wrong with Baishou? Could it be that you can't even protect a woman?"

Hearing King Zhijun's questioning, Mo Sang's face also turned ugly.

"One hour ago, the imperial concubine and empress seemed to have given birth prematurely. If the concubine's condition is delayed because of your mansion's Fujin, the prince should know the temper of the Long Live Lord!"

King Zhijun was anxious and had a bad premonition, Baishou had a simple relationship on weekdays, if there was someone who had a problem with her, he really couldn't think of anyone else except his own Fujin!

When he thought of Fujin's current paranoid character, his heart tightened, "The others stay, you follow me."

When the two came to the main courtyard, they found that Fujin was not in the mansion.

"My lord, time is running out, are you sure?"

"There is another place that this king can think of, but it is located in a remote place, and this king has heard of it by accident."

In fact, the king of Zhijun overheard the servant of the main courtyard saying something. He heard that Fujin had set up a courtyard outside, and it was very remote. Quiet, I thought it was Fujin who lived in his leisure time, so he didn't think much about it.

"Is it right to find out, the prince will lead the way."

Yangxindian

It had been nearly two hours, and Lin Wan felt that the amniotic fluid in her lower body kept dripping, but she didn't really feel that she was going to give birth. Her stomach hurt from time to time, and sometimes she felt that the baby was moving more than usual.

Although the midwives in the room didn't say anything bad, it can be seen from the faces of these people that they are not as relaxed as they were at the beginning.

"Tell me the truth, what's the situation with me now? Is the child in my stomach in danger?" Lin Wan finally became angry for the first time.

When the midwives saw the imperial concubine getting angry, they all fell to their knees on the ground with panic and fear on their faces.

One of the more courageous nuns said, "Your Majesty, please calm down. The servants are delivering babies to the masters. I have seen situations like your Majesty's. Usually, within half an hour after the water breaks, there should be a sign of childbirth, but Madam It has been nearly two hours, and there is no sign of labor yet. Although the amniotic fluid is not flowing fast, if this continues, not to mention whether the prince will be hypoxic because of it, even if the empress is about to give birth, the amniotic fluid will be scarce. ah!"

"Then what can be done?"

"Usually in such a situation, I'm afraid you have to take birth-inducing medicine." The speaking nanny looked embarrassed. Taking birth-inducing medicine in such a situation is dangerous, and there is a possibility of postpartum hemorrhage, but she dared not say.

Lin Wan tightened the quilt in her hands. She understood what the midwife said. I am afraid that this is not only a premature birth, but also a sign of dystocia.In this era, once a difficult delivery is a matter of narrow escape...

"Wan'er, let me go in and accompany you, and open the door!"

(End of this chapter)