Mistakes in the Best Date: Princess Qingcheng

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Huafan returns to Qingqian Garden in disappointment, but is pleasantly surprised to find that Piaoluo has finally woken up.Hua Fan hurriedly stepped forward: "Princess finally woke up, what do I need to use?"

Piaoluo shook his head, only felt a cramping pain in his abdomen, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to hold it down.

The painting fan saw it, and hurriedly said: "Yuyi Li is next door. He said before that the princess might give birth prematurely, so he has been waiting there. Do you want him to come over and have a look?"

Piao Luo looked at her abdomen, premature?Is this child so impatient to come into this world?

Hua Fan looked at her appearance and was worried about her: "The princess has been in a coma all day and all night, and hasn't eaten much. I'll ask someone to prepare some porridge for the princess!"

After a while, Hua Fan came in with a bowl of porridge: "It was boiled early in the morning, and it's still sitting on the fire!" After that, she picked some with a silver spoon and brought it to Piao Luo's mouth.

Piao Luo looked at the spoonful of white porridge, and tears fell down unexpectedly.

I still remember that after the poisoning incident last year, he was the same, a bowl of white porridge and a silver spoon were slightly cooled before being brought to his mouth.

The memory is so clear, as if it happened yesterday, but today, that kind of person, that kind of thoughtfulness, is gone.

"Wangfei!" The painting fan was in a hurry, and hurriedly took out a silk to wipe it for her, "Wangfei, don't cry, the prince is just confused for a while, when he understands, it will be fine..."

Piaoluo buried her head in her arms and stopped talking.

When Dr. Li came to see him again, he had already discovered that the fetal gas was unstable. He didn't dare to neglect it. He was afraid that something would happen to the baby in the womb if time dragged on, and he was also afraid that the mother would have symptoms of dystocia later on. After hurriedly sending people into the palace to report to the Queen Mother, he used birth-inducing medicine to induce the birth of Piao Luo.

After an unlucky half an hour, Piao Luo, who drank the birth-inducing medicine, immediately felt a reaction. An indescribable pain hit her abdomen, followed by overwhelming pain.

Wen Po, who had been waiting in the garden, immediately got busy, ordering people to boil water, and ordering people to set up incense tables to sacrifice to heaven and so on.

Piao Luo was so painful that his consciousness was blurred, and he vaguely heard Wen Po's voice: "Quick, the amniotic fluid has broken... Where's the water? Hurry up!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of heart-piercing pain, and Piao Luo couldn't help but screamed: "Ah—"

"Princess, work hard... I drank the fertility medicine, soon... work harder..." Only the intermittent voice of Mrs. Wen could be heard in the indistinct drifting. Do what the mother-in-law said.

When Ning Zichen came back from the palace, he struggled and struggled, and finally couldn't control his steps anymore, and immediately rushed to Qingqian Garden.

In the garden, maidservants and mother-in-law came in and out, making a mess, and the voice of Mrs. Wen and... her painful groans could not stop coming from the room.

Hearing her voice, Ning Zichen's heart felt like a knife was twisting, the pain seemed to extend to his body, he squatted on the ground uncomfortable, his whole body was cold.

How could this be?God knows how much he wanted to rush into that room at this moment, hold her hand, and accompany her to experience that kind of pain, but after arriving here, he couldn't take a step anymore.

He didn't have the courage anymore, not the courage to face the way she might react.

What if she told him that she only had her fourth brother in her heart?If she asks him to let her go, how should he face it?

Suddenly she couldn't hear her groaning inside, Ning Zichen was shocked, and grabbed a maid who had just walked out of the door: "What's wrong? Is there any danger?"

The girl said in a panic: "The princess is too weak, she couldn't lift it up in one breath, she passed out, and this servant went to fetch the ginseng slices."

Ning Zichen looked at the familiar door, and almost couldn't control himself to rush in, but was stopped by another woman: "My lord, this is a blood room, my lord can't go in, it's too unlucky!"

Her voice suddenly sounded in the room again, and Ning Zichen breathed a sigh of relief, but was shocked to realize that he was sweating profusely in such a cold weather!

"Ah—" She cried out in pain again, and Ning Zichen's heart suddenly rose again, and he pushed away the people blocking the house desperately, and rushed into the so-called "blood" house".

He had just stepped into the room when he suddenly heard a loud cry of a baby!

gave birth!He was suddenly overjoyed that his and her child was born!

Unable to restrain his steps, he rushed in immediately, only to find that she was pale, sweating profusely, and had already passed out from exhaustion due to exhaustion.

Wen Po was holding the little bloody baby in her arms, preparing to take a bath.

Ning Zichen kept looking at Piaoluo, but couldn't move his eyes away.He hadn't seen her for so long, and when he saw her again this time, he realized that his lovesickness was to the bone.

He gently caressed her face, brushed away the hair beside her face in distress, and carefully wiped the sweat off her forehead.

"Congratulations, my lord, on the birth of your precious son! The young son's voice is loud and clear, and he will surely achieve great things in the future!" After cleaning the child, Wen Po wrapped the child and came to Ning Zichen.

Ning Zichen didn't seem to hear her words, and still stared at Piaoluo motionlessly.

Seeing his appearance, the imperial doctor hurriedly said: "My lord, don't worry about my concubine. She just exerted too much force and she fell asleep. It will be fine when she wakes up."

Only then did Ning Zichen come back to his senses, and looked at the child in Granny Wen's hands.

The newly born child is actually not good-looking at all, with wrinkles all over his body, and his eyes have not yet opened.But when he looked at this child, his heart was filled with joy, and he couldn't help but turn his eyes red.

This is his child!This is the child he and she share, and this is the continuation of their lives together!

He stood up and carefully took the child from Mrs. Wen, lest he be hurt.He is really small, holding him in the palm of his hand, Ning Zichen's fatherly love gushes out immediately.

He has become a father, and the baby in his hand is his first child, and it is the first testimony that he needs to take on the responsibility of being a father!

He was full of joy, and when he looked at Piaoluo again, he was so excited that he almost forgot what happened before.

Even though she was drowsy, she didn't sleep peacefully, her brows were still slightly frowned, she didn't know what she dreamed of, her lips were slightly opened, as if she wanted to say something.

Ning Zichen looked at her distressedly, handed the child to Granny Wen, and sat on the edge of the bed, watching her carefully.

"Fourth brother..." She suddenly called out in a low voice, with an indescribable urgency in her voice.

Ning Zichen's face turned pale immediately, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, he froze there and could not move.

She even called that person's name in her dreams!

Ning Zichen was furious, he stood up abruptly, and walked out without looking back, leaving only the women and maids in the room looking at each other, not knowing why.

Huafan had just returned to the door of the room when she met Ning Zichen coming out with a livid face. Seeing his expression, she was too frightened to say a word, and only when he left did she lift the curtain and enter the room.

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