step by step

When Luo Lihua returned to the room, she seemed to have lost her life. The palace servant brought boiled eggs to rub her face.She grabbed it and threw it on the ground. "Beijie people! I just flew up the branches, I really think of myself as a phoenix."

"Don't get angry, Fujin, it would be bad if the tire gas moved."

"Fetal gas? She's going to target me. It's still a question of whether this child can be kept... ah!" Luo Lihua covered her stomach in pain, she hunched over, and fine cold sweat oozes from her forehead.

"Fu Jin, what's going on!" The maid panicked.

"Quick...call the doctor, I seem...to give birth." Luo Lihua fell down on the bed suddenly, the sudden pain made her brows twitch into a ball, big beads of sweat dripped down down.

"Here we come, the doctor is here." A group of people surrounded an old man with a white beard and came in. At this time, Luo Lihua was already lying pale in the middle of the big bed, and the sticky amniotic fluid was already running down her slender white legs. Below, the bright red blood color has a trace of penetration.

"Don't hang around here." The doctor took out a cushion and a silk handkerchief to check Luo Lihua's pulse. From his serious expression, he could see that something was wrong, "Fujin's fetal gas has moved, and now the pulse is disordered, and the amniotic fluid has broken. It must be produced."

A group of girls panicked, and those who paced back and forth, some simply let go and cried loudly, and there was chaos for a while.

"Get out of here!" Luo Lihua shouted hysterically, grabbed the doctor's collar, stared angrily with wide eyes and said: "My son must be born safely, or I will ask you to be buried with him." After speaking, she collapsed back on the bed due to the pain of labor.

The doctor said tremblingly: "I will do my best, I will do my best."

The hall was full of blood, and the two maids in front of Luo Lihua were weeping and crying, calling "Niang Niang" while crying, and wiped Luo Lihua's pale and blue face with hot water.

Luo Lihua curled up on a nine-foot-wide bed of agarwood wood carvings and dripping water. The plain cloud satin mattress under her body was soaked with blood, and even the sky-blue dark-woven pomegranate ribbon gauze hung above it was also stained with blood. She lay in a pool of blood Among them, an apricot red translucent gauze gown was half-faded and half-covered, revealing a scar on a fragrant shoulder, and the gown was full of blood.

"How is she?" Situ Liefeng asked a little boy outside the house, "If you go back to the prince, the situation is not good, and the child may have a difficult delivery... maybe..." The little boy thumped Kneel down.

"Hey!" Situ Liefeng let go of his sleeve, and hurriedly paced outside.

"Ah!" A heart-piercing roar came from the room, Luo Lihua's hands tightly grasped the curtains on both sides, as if to tear them off.She bit her lower lip tightly with her teeth, her face was bloodless.

The sheet between the legs was blood-stained red, and the previous color could not be seen clearly.When the doctor went to the side hall to decoct the medicine, a few stable women lay under her, poking their heads anxiously, and muttering, "Put a little harder, and you still can't see your head, Fujin!"

Luo Lihua felt as if her whole body was about to be torn apart, and she no longer had the strength to shout.

"Fujin! Fujin!" Yiwen, lying beside her, called her softly, blood gushed out continuously from under her body, and each woman's hands were dripping with bright red blood.

Luo Lihua couldn't wake up no matter what... only the large swath of blood stained seemed to paint her final picture of life.

"It's not good! Fujin is dead..." A steady woman ran to the door tremblingly, and knelt at Situ Liefeng's feet.

Situ Liefeng closed his eyes and waved his hand lightly, "This king knows."