Chapter 1169 Family and State Affairs
While Wu was tense at home and relaxed at home, and was secretly preparing troops, the atmosphere in the inner courtyard of the Feng Mansion in Chang'an became increasingly tense.
The right lady is about to give birth.
The delivery time will not exceed the end of February.
At this moment, February is only a few days away.
Mrs. Right's belly has been stretched to the limit. Sometimes when Feng Duhu sees the thin layer of belly on her belly, he is worried that it will burst.
It just so happened that the Lord acted like a normal person all day long.
The mouth is not idle, and the legs are not idle either.
With a big belly, smelling the fragrance of flowers outside the window, listening to the birds singing outside the window, I suddenly had the idea to go out for a spring outing in the city.
“Stop it!”
Feng Duhu held one of her legs and was kneading it carefully to help Madam Right to clear up the blood.
Pregnant women have a big belly and poor body fluid circulation, which makes them prone to edema, especially in the lower limbs.
The Feng family has a great business, and there are a lot of maids and maids who are proficient in massage.
Rough men like Feng Duhu came from the battlefield and had poor control over their strength, so they could easily pinch people.
Mrs. Qianyou likes to call him around.
The sky is big and the earth is big, and pregnant women are the biggest.
Besides, whether it is Mrs. Zuo or Mrs. Right, it is the first child who has little experience and often cannot control his temper at that time.
With experience later, eat regularly, exercise appropriately, and maintain a calm mind at the same time.
According to the medical school, this is not only good for pregnant women, but also good for the child in the belly.
Mrs. Right is pregnant this time. Although she occasionally plays a little temper, overall her temper has not changed much.
For example, right now, watching Feng Duhu rubbing her calves, Mrs. Right feels very satisfied.
"The baby was born just these days, and now you are planning to go out of town for a spring outing? Not to mention riding in a carriage, I'm afraid even if someone carries you, I'm afraid of bumping around."
Feng Duhu glared at her, let go of the calf in his hand, then pulled the other leg and continued to knead it.
“If you go out of the city, your family may even have to leave the maternity ward with you.”
The right lady kicked her legs dissatisfied: "That's an exaggeration."
"Exaggeration?" Feng Duhu snorted and raised his head to glance at Madam Right, "Aren't you afraid that halfway through, the child in your belly will suddenly want to come out and meet his parents?"
Looking at Feng Duhu who was kneading her hard, Mrs. Right smiled:
“That’s okay, listen to Alang.”
She was actually just being petty and playing tricks on Feng Duhu.
“It’s such a beautiful spring scenery,” Mrs. Right pointed outside, “If you don’t leave Neng City, you can always go to the yard and have a look, right?”
Looking at Mrs. Right who was still unwilling to calm down at this time, Feng Duhu knew that he could not stop her and felt helpless:
“Then be careful.”
Put her leg down, then remove the other leg from the stool, and then carefully lift her up.
The right lady screamed, and with the help of Feng Duhu, she stood up breathlessly.
My belly is so big that I need help not just walking, but even turning over at night.
Feng Duhu supported Madam Right as if he was holding a fragile treasure, even blinking his eyes.
Although this was not the first time she saw him like this, the corners of Mrs. Right's mouth still curled up slightly, and she felt very worried.
The little gestures this man inadvertently revealed always made her feel that it was worthwhile for her to give birth to his child.
After walking a few steps in the yard, the right lady couldn't walk anymore and found a place to sit down.
"Is it uncomfortable? Why don't you go back and lie down if you don't want to take a breath?"
Feng Duhu saw that Mrs. Right had some difficulty even sitting in a normal posture. Her upper body always subconsciously leaned back and pushed her belly out, as if this would save more effort.
He felt very tired for her.
Mrs. Right nodded and reached out to the side to support her. Unexpectedly, she failed to hold on and almost tilted her body.
Fortunately, Feng Duhu had quick eyes and quick hands and quickly supported her.
The right lady leaned against Feng Duhu and remained motionless.
“Are you okay?”
The right lady rolled her eyes but said nothing.
After a while he said:
“Something seems not quite right…”
"What's the matter?"
“It flowed out…”
"What's leaking out?" Although Feng Duhu didn't know what Mrs. Right was talking about, his heart skipped a beat inexplicably.
The right lady blinked her eyes and motioned for him to look down. At the same time, she pressed her big belly with one hand and looked a little painful:
"The child seems to be obedient. What did you say in the house just now? Come on!"
“Someone is coming! Someone is coming quickly!”
Feng Duhu's slightly sad roar sounded in the courtyard.
“Hurry, help Madam to the delivery room, Madam is about to give birth!”
Following Feng Duhu’s roar, the entire backyard of Zhongduhu Mansion began to get busy and tense.
Hence, the midwifery doctors at Zhongduhufu had already made numerous preparations for what might happen during Mrs. Right’s delivery.
Not to mention that the right lady’s delivery date was within these days, and they took turns waiting day and night.
Several strong servants put the moaning right lady on the couch and walked to the delivery room at a fast pace.
Feng Duhu followed behind, almost having to jog to keep up.
After entering the delivery room, the right lady’s screams of pain were muted, probably because the delivery doctor was taking over.
Mrs. Zuo rushed over from the former government office and saw Feng Duhu 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 unconcealable anxiety on his face at this time.
“I just went to the backyard for a walk, but before I could sit firmly, the water came out.”
As he spoke, he took a few steps back and forth feeling a little guilty:
“My fault, she shouldn’t have been allowed to go out at this time.”
Mrs. Zuo frowned and looked towards the delivery room:
“What did the doctor say?”
I probably overheard the conversation outside. The right lady seemed to have said something, but I heard the medical worker raise his voice from inside:
“Madam, this is a normal labor. Please be safe and take care of me.”
Hearing this, Mrs. Zuo breathed a sigh of relief and glared at Feng Duhu angrily.
She thought something had really happened.
“I’m just saying, it’s been a few days and the doctors have been watching, what can happen? Let’s go and wait inside first.”
There is a waiting room specially built next to the delivery room.
The two are separated by a wall and connected by an inner door.
But the inner door is naturally closed at this time.
In the reception room, the sounds in the delivery room can be heard more clearly.
In addition to hearing the occasional moan from the right lady, the most common sounds were the medical workers' orders.
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 control his mood.
Seeing Feng Duhu trying to calm down his mood, Mrs. Zuo smiled and said nothing.
Speaking of which, it seems that Alang was not present when the famous wives and concubines in the Feng Mansion gave birth to their first child.
The flower girl who has no status is the only exception.
Thinking back to when I gave birth to Ah Shun, Ah Lang was waiting outside and seemed to be at the same loss?
It seems that you were reprimanded by the medical staff at that time?
Thinking of this, Mrs. Zuo couldn't help but smile.
“Xijun, why are you laughing?”
Feng Duhu, who was trying to divert his attention, noticed Mrs. Zuo's expression and couldn't help but ask.
“I am naturally happy when I think that our Feng Mansion 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. It would be great if it’s a daughter...”
There were too many sons in the family, and Feng Duhu desperately wanted a daughter. Otherwise, he would have had two daughters. It would have been too lonely.
Whether the X chromosome can turn over depends on this.
But before he finished speaking, the right lady in the delivery room could be heard screaming, "Son!" without even paying attention to her moans.
“Madam, madam, don’t get excited and don’t waste your energy.”
The medical staff inside quickly gave advice.
The right lady is unwilling to give up:
Feng Duhu didn't dare to be harsh anymore: "Okay, okay, have a son, have a son."
Then he said without giving up:
“Actually, I have no prejudice against sons or daughters. It’s the same for boys and girls.”
Just this, not to mention the right lady in the delivery room, not even the left lady sitting with him in the waiting room believed it.
“You are lying!”
The right lady probably has a stomachache again. Her words sounded like she was gritting her teeth:
“Smooth words and charming words!”
Who doesn’t know that in the whole house, both of them are the most favored?
Every fruit picked in the yard must be carried on the shoulders.
Ah Chong was envious of his real name and wanted to be promoted, but then he got the word "go".
Feng Duhu sighed: "Six Niang, you still remember when you and I first met, your age was not much different from Shuangshuang's, right? At that time, you said that I was a clever talker."
"At that time, I only thought that you were young and ignorant. I didn't expect that after so many years, you would still comment like this. It's really a waste of time for you and me as a couple."
Hearing what he said, Madam Right, who was still a little angry, immediately laughed out loud and her mood calmed down a bit.
Although he has experience, Feng Duhu is a little restless next door, let alone the right lady who is preparing to give birth to a child?
It would be a lie to say that I am not nervous at all.
But when Feng Duhu talked about the first meeting between the two, Madam You was also a little emotional.
It’s been almost twenty years now.
If nothing else happens, the child who is about to be born should be the youngest child in the family.
Because even I, regardless of my age or physical condition, may not be allowed to have another child.
As for the others, according to the medical school, they are already considered advanced maternal age, and the risk will be greatly increased if they give birth again.
I don’t know if it was a tacit understanding, but Feng Duhu read a sentence leisurely outside:
"If life were just like the first time we met..."
Just such a sentence, which sounded plain and insipid, but it was extremely attractive, making all the ladies on the left and right tremble slightly.
Mrs. Zuo, who was always cold in front of outsiders, actually showed a hint of memory in the corner of her mouth before anyone smiled.
Although Alang was not around when I gave birth to Ah Chong, he still left a poem.
There are countless poems about inducing pregnancy in the world, but I am afraid that this is the first poem about inducing pregnancy.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Zuo looked at Feng Duhu with a faint look:
This bowl of water is really flat.
The right lady, who was lying on the couch in the delivery room, heard the poem and remembered that she had asked him for something in the early years:
If one day I were to give birth to his child, I would also listen to his poems in the delivery room.
This is just what I said out of jealousy.
Now that so many years have passed, if Alang hadn't read the poem at this time, she would have forgotten that this happened.
Unexpectedly, he kept this matter in his mind.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Right couldn't help but feel sweet in her heart, and she seemed to have forgotten even the pain.
No matter what the two ladies were thinking, neither of them spoke, and waited tacitly for Feng Duhu to say the next sentence.
Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, the wait was in vain.
“What’s down there?”
Mrs. Zuo was in the same room as Feng Duhu. Seeing him sitting blankly, seemingly not intending to continue reading, she couldn't help but urge him.
In recent years, the affairs have been busy, and Feng Duhu has rarely has new works.
At this time, I finally got the opportunity, but I didn’t expect that it was only the beginning. How can I bear it?
“It’s just that I have feelings in my heart and just say it casually, what’s the point?”
Of course, Feng Duhu couldn't read out the rest.
How else can we explain why the autumn wind saddens the painting fan and changes the old man's heart?
It’s hard to say, but the two ladies thought he had a new love.
Your life is still at stake, so if you pretend to beep or something, just let it go.
“Feng Mingwen, you are a murderer of thousands of swords!”
Tiansisi became empty, coupled with a huge pain down below, making the right lady couldn't help but scream in pain.
“It’s starting, it’s starting, madam, don’t push too hard first, take a breath, and then push again!”
The voices of medical workers sounded in the delivery room.
Hearing Mrs. Right's screams of pain in the delivery room, Feng Duhu was sweating slightly on his forehead, and his mind was frantically recalling the poems he had memorized at the bottom of the box, which one was suitable for this situation.
Obviously I was secretly reviewing it a few days ago.
As we get older, does our memory also decline?
At this moment, a servant suddenly reported outside the door:
“My lord, Mr. Wei is here.”
Feng Duhu was so focused that he didn’t seem to hear.
Mrs. Zuo stepped forward and gave Feng Duhu a gentle push.
"how?"
Feng Duhu finally came to his senses.
“Wei Rong is here.”
Wei Rong is the bishop of the Royal Academy and one of the academy's supervisors.
At a young age, he was already called Mr. Wei.
“Oh, oh, let him come over then.”
If Zhang Yuan is the senior disciple of the school, then Wei Rong is Feng Duhu’s first disciple.
Of course, the real disciple of the Open Door has already achieved a transition in status, from a disciple to a bed partner, and even gave birth to a child.
As the nominal disciple, Wei Rong naturally had 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, I would like to congratulate the teacher on the new addition to his family.”
"You haven't been born yet. Is this why you came?"
“One more thing.”
"explain."
Feng Duhu was still in a hurry to go back to accompany the childbirth and was in no mood to waste time.
“Brother has sent a letter, saying that your Excellency has begun mobilizing troops and is preparing to take action.”
Feng Duhu thought thoughtfully: "According to the planned time, it is almost time to make preparations. It is normal."
It is estimated that the official documents from Hedong will arrive tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.
He looked at Wei Rong and asked:
“Hedong Dudu Mansion, is there any other news?”
Wei Rong shook his head:
"there is none left."
Thought for a while, and then said: "I heard from brother that after you arrived at Hedong, someone took the initiative to come to seek refuge with you."
Others don’t know, but as a disciple of Feng Duhu, Wei Rong can be sure that there must be someone behind the Hedong massacre, even if he didn’t see it with his own eyes.
So he looked at Feng Duhu and reminded:
“Teacher, tell me, could it be the Hedong family? What do you think?”
Use the help of adults to compete with teachers and then profit from it.
Eggs are not placed in the same basket, the family's instinct operates.
It is normal for Wei Rong to have this idea.
“Huh?” Feng Duhu was startled and was keenly aware of the problem:
“Hedong family? Are the people taking refuge in Hedong people from Hedong?”
"It should be?" Wei Rong was not sure, "But I heard that this person knows Hedong quite well, and his suggestions are quite pertinent, and he has gained the trust of adults."
“What’s that man’s name?”
“Guo Xun.”
“Guo Xun?”
Feng Duhu heard the name and 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 has also greatly changed the course of history.
There are too many things that can no longer be dealt with.
But I saw him pondering for a moment:
"Okay, I understand, there is some chaos in the house today, so I won't keep you here."
Wei Rong said respectfully: "Disciple, please retire."
(End of this chapter)