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He quickly touched his belly and confirmed: "No problem, Your Majesty, just listen to Po Wen and use more strength."

Wenpo also nodded repeatedly, "Yes, it's just starting now. You just need to listen to my instructions and breathe hard."

 Zhao Hanzhang nodded, followed Wen Po's exhalation and inhalation, took a deep breath and then exerted force...

In the delivery room, only Po Wen's commanding voice could be heard. Both Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan were silent, silently feeling the pain and the different feeling. The maids also followed the silence, holding things and standing aside to wait. .

Hearing the happy voices of the two stable women, the imperial doctor also cheered Zhao Hanzhang and guided her to exert strength. After taking a breath, Zhao Hanzhang felt something leaving him.

Zhao Hanzhang seemed to see a white light exploding in front of his eyes. It was a permanent white light. Everything around him was quiet. The sound and pain disappeared. Only the tight arm she was holding on to was still there. The familiar touch made her feel sad. She was out of that state for a second. She blinked and returned from illusion to reality.

Po Wen gently held the child's head and picked her up. Zhao Hanzhang followed her with his eyes and saw something wet dripping on her face.

Zhao Hanzhang raised his head and saw Fu Tinghan, who was holding her, covered in sweat, with tears falling drop by drop. His face was a mess of sweat, runny nose and tears.

Zhao Hanzhang felt weak for a moment, "Why are you crying? I didn't cry."

Fu Tinghan tried hard to hold back her tears, hugged her and choked with sobs: "How about we just give birth to this baby? Your face was not that pale when you were wounded and trapped in the refugee army."

Zhao Hanzhang said: "If one doesn't work, at least two are needed, otherwise there will be an accident and the game will be over easily."

 She doesn’t want the crisis of being orphaned to happen to her.

The imperial doctor had already taken care of Zhao Hanzhang's condition and happily told her, "Your Majesty's delivery went well and your postpartum condition is very good. You will have a good confinement period and don't feel angry or tired."

The birth was extremely smooth, even smoother than that of an average strong woman. The emperor was in good health. Maybe it was because of his martial arts practice?

The imperial doctor felt that the girls in his family could also learn some physical fitness skills in the future. Among other things, they would be able to avoid a lot of risks during childbirth.

Zhao Hanzhang responded. The pain in her body had subsided and her spirit had recovered a bit. She raised her hand to ask the imperial doctor to leave.

Wen Po had already cut off the child's umbilical cord and patted the soles of her feet. She didn't say much at first, only humming twice. Zhao Hanzhang heard it, but Wen Po didn't hear it clearly. She patted her twice and thought it was okay. The child was so frightened that he slapped his hand hard, and the child burst into tears with a "wow" sound...

The voice was sudden and loud, with a hint of anger.

  Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan, who was holding her, were both startled and trembled.

 Fu Tinghan was heartbroken and reminded: "You can pat it gently..."

Wenpo was very happy and explained to Fu Tinghan: "Your Highness, the louder you cry, the healthier you will be. This is a good thing."

She quickly rinsed the child in warm water, wiped it clean, put it in swaddling clothes, and then brought it to Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan to show them, "Your Majesty, look, she is a princess. She is fair and clean." , I have delivered so many children, this is the first time I have seen such a fair child."

Zhao Hanzhang put his head around and took a closer look. She was not as red as most newborn babies, but fair and pure. Between her eyebrows and eyes...

She turned to look at Fu Tinghan behind her, compared it and said, "They all say that my daughter will look more like her father. I believe it now. She looks really like you."

Fu Tinghan also looked at her seriously, his heart softened, and he gently pressed the swaddling clothes beside her face, wanting to take a closer look.

The couple looked at her with tenderness on their faces. Tinghe waited for a while before reminding her: "Your Majesty, the Queen Mother and the historian are waiting outside for a reply."

Zhao Hanzhang came back to his senses and ordered: "The eldest princess is born. Please inform the world. The child will be placed here temporarily and cannot be exposed to the wind. Please come and visit the Queen Mother." He followed the order and left.

Fu Tinghan said to Po Wen: "Take the child to the outer room first. Your Majesty needs to freshen up."

She had just given birth, and according to the rules, she was not allowed to take a shower. Zhao Hanzhang didn't want to challenge the thousands of years of confinement tradition, so he just went to the bathroom to clean up, changed into middle clothes, and put on a comfortable coat before going out.

Fu Tinghan was covered in sweat, blood and tears, so he went down to take a shower and change clothes.

Wang changed into clean clothes and came in to see the child. She was in wonder when she looked up and saw her daughter coming out. Her eyes widened and she asked, "You, you, you, why did you get out of bed?"

  Zhao Hanzhang: “The imperial doctor didn’t say you can’t get out of bed.”

Mrs. Wang immediately left her granddaughter to chase her daughter and drove her to the bed. "You can't be willful during confinement. You have to lie down and not move."

Zhao Hanzhang lay in bed for three days. On the third day, he finally couldn't bear to get out of bed. He moved back to the main hall from the delivery room and walked to the front hall to deal with the official documents that had accumulated in the past few days.

 Hundred Officials:…

 It was a little scary, but then admiration suddenly arose. Seeing Zhao Hanzhang's appearance, the officials did not dare to neglect and reported various urgent matters one after another.

Autumn harvests in various places have ended, and this year is another good harvest year. Zhao Hanzhang said: "This year's conscription in various places, the service order shall not exceed fifteen days."

This kind of servant is a handyman, not a regular servant. The projects that this kind of handyman can do are very small, that is, repairing official roads, ditches, and laying some small bridges.

 An official asked, "That big project..."

 Zhao Hanzhang: “Spend money.”

Understood, we don’t send regular workers to work. For example, in our own village or near the county town, we send miscellaneous workers to repair the official roads and ditches. If the project is huge, such as bridges, dams, etc., and the construction period exceeds half a month, we have to pay for migrant workers.

"Your Majesty, this year's cotton harvest is also a big one. After drying, the cotton seeds peeled out this year weigh 368 kilograms. About 72 acres of cotton can be planted. Next year, if there is no accident, the harvested seeds can grow to Six hundred acres.”

It sounds like a lot. Zhao Hanzhang asked: "Are the seeds degraded? Are there any waste seeds among the dried seeds this year?"

 The official sweated: "There are some..."

Shen Ruhui said: "There are fourteen kilograms and six ounces of useless cotton. The three hundred and sixty-eight kilograms are divided into upper, middle and lower third-grade cotton seeds. Among them, the top grade only has one hundred and twenty-nine kilograms. There are indeed cotton seeds. Degenerate conditions, but there are also eugenic seeds. At this time, it would be better if there were foreign cotton seeds that could be neutralized and cultivated. Your Majesty, is there no news about the mission from the Western Regions?"

Officials felt that Shen Ruhui was very short-sighted. The birth of the eldest princess was such a happy event. At this time, they should talk more about good things and make the emperor happy. Other things could wait until some time later.

An official quickly interrupted him and said, "Your Majesty, the birth of the emperor's eldest daughter should be treated as a general amnesty."

Zhao Hanzhang: ...Why do these people always want to amnesty the world?

Zhao Hanzhang gritted his teeth, then forced out a smile and said: "Okay, let's have fun with the people. This year's labor service will be reduced by five days."

 Hundred Officials:…

good evening