The man in a black robe was tall and heroic. His facial features were strong and profound, and his aura was as strong as a mountain. He was not a good person to provoke. His eyes were gloomy and he rushed over quickly, and he looked like a life-seeking iron-blooded Yama, so scary.

"Your Majesty, your majesty, the delivery room is a bloody place. You...you can't go in..."

Before he could think deeply about why Emperor Yuan of Jin, who should have been far away in Mianyang, appeared here. The old imperial doctor said this sentence tremblingly, his voice trembling and unblind.

As for Yinmang, who was striding towards the screen, his face turned cold like the frost formed by the cold winter. His two thin lips were pursed into a sharp line, and even the wind in the corner of his eyes had never fallen to the imperial doctor.

However, at this moment, an extremely sharp cry of pain came from the warm chalet.

The sound came suddenly and loudly, causing the tough and tall man to freeze all over and he was stunned.

At this moment, a mum happened to be carrying a basin of water. Yinmang subconsciously lowered his eyes and glanced at him, but saw that the water in the basin was bright red, swaying and extremely terrifying.

Related to the painful cry just now, the majestic and young Emperor Jin Yuan was furious in an instant. He spread his arms and grabbed the Wenpo's collar, almost lifting the Wenpo up directly.

But when he heard him angry, he shouted, "What happened inside? Why does the queen feel so painful?"

Why does it hurt like this?

Where can women have children without pain?

The elderly Wenpo thought so in his heart, but when he looked up, he saw the emperor's fierce face. He was stunned and stood there with trembling trembling, even forgot what to say.

Her legs were shaking like noodles, and her neck was almost pulled by the emperor and couldn't breathe. Her old face turned into a pig's liver, and she said in a trembling voice intermittently:

"Return... If you go back to Your Majesty, the Empress will be delicate and her body will become weak again. It will always be harder to have a child. However, with the imperial doctor in charge, nothing will happen..."

Wenpo was so scared that she was so trembling that she didn't know what she was talking about.

But Yinmang smelled a trace of unusualness from her upside-down words. Then he narrowed his dark eyes and asked coldly, biting the words and saying:

"Big, what? Are you talking about my queen or is there a possibility of something wrong?"

The Wenpo dared not hide it, and tried to tactfully, "The Queen is so delicate..."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Emperor Yuan of Jin sneeringly. "I don't care about these."

Yinmang lifted up his dragon robe, pulled out the long sword from his waist, and his eyes swept over the people kneeling all over the ground, shouting with a cold and angry expression: "You all follow me! If the queen had any accident today, I want all of you to the heads!"

This seemed to be mixed with ice slag, and only the Wenpo and the imperial doctors who came later burst into cold sweats and their backs were cold.

Who wouldn't know that Emperor Yuan of Jin favored the queen to the core. The matter about the empress was definitely not tolerated. Emperor Yuan of Jin himself was also a ruthless person and said it. As soon as he said this, the old imperial doctor responded in a panic, shrunk his waist and stared at it.

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The warm tent was very busy, and several mother-in-law and the last experienced old imperial doctors went on battle together, lifting the soft tent and putting it down, putting it down and lifting it up.

From beginning to end, Yinmang seemed to have entered a state of concentration, with his thin lips pursed and his hands rooted there, his eyes staring at the layers of veils, never moving them apart.

Through the thin gauze curtain, there were continuous muffled groans and pains, occasionally one or two sharp and loud, but overall they were extremely depressed and forbearing. It was precisely because of such forbearance that the listener seemed to be pressing on a huge rock in his chest, and he was so heavy that he could not breathe.

Whenever the people inside shouted, Yinmang's heart was so painful that he couldn't bear it. His fist was clenched so hard that the blue veins swelled up, making a sound.

At this moment, I felt like I was being stabbed by someone with the sharpest arrow, and it was like the punch in the chest, being twisted slowly. Even every moment of breathing was a torture torture.

I really want to rush in and find out the truth. But even a strong man like Yinmang knows that women will definitely not be disturbed by others when giving birth.

It is precisely because she is the person lying inside that no matter how upset or manic she is, she will never dare to act rashly.

But when Wen Po was tremblingly passing by his eyes with a third pot of blood, the intermittent cries of pain in the soft tent suddenly stopped.

Yinmang listened at the ear, but there was no slight whimper. He watched Wenpo look at his eyes and dodged. His heart was immediately jumping, and a very bad premonition surged out.

A picture immediately appeared in my mind, the thin and thin little woman lay lifelessly in a pool of blood. Because of his decree that "Accident, come and see you." The so-called most respected old imperial doctors surrounded the couch at a loss, whispering to discuss how to deal with it when they came out later...

Thinking of this, I used to seeing strong storms and waves in the past, overcoming obstacles on the battlefield, invincible battles, in the court, intimidating people, and fearing all officials. At this moment, the tough face turned pale.

Yinmang looked stiffly at the direction of the bed, but the fire candles in the room were dim at night and the light was not good. Through the layers of veils, the only thing he could see was a blurry outline, lying flat with his huge belly.

Lying motionless, it seemed that he would never get up again.

An unprecedented fear hit my heart, Yinmang couldn't help it anymore, tightened his cheeks and rushed inside without hesitation.

Emperor Yuan of Jin came suddenly. Before the Wenpo could come back to his senses, he felt a black shadow flashing in front of him, and he was about to open the soft tent the next moment.

The emperor's gloomy and terrifying look was afraid of the emperor. But compared to being afraid now, she was even more afraid that if the queen inside was frightened, she would lose her head.

He tried his best to block the emperor's path as if he had given up his promise, and persuaded him anxiously:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Empress has not yet given birth to the emperor, it is the most critical time. You are not easy to get in now..."

At present, Yinmang has already determined that Su Wanrong had an accident in the warm chalet. In order to save his life, these servants dare not tell him the truth. A dark face could drip out of water. He pressed his hand on the long sword around his waist, and shouted loudly:

"roll--"

I wonder if Yinmang's angry shout was too loud and it came into the ears of the queen in the tent. I could only hear the woman's family as if she had put in full force "Ah--" and then a louder cry came into everyone's ears unexpectedly.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty. The Empress successfully gave birth to a little princess, and the mother and daughter were safe."

When the old imperial doctor wiped his sweat and came out to kneel down to express his joy, Yinmang stood there as if he had roots, and he had not fully reacted.

After about a while, he struggled to digest the sentence he had just heard, and murmured with a dry and hoarse voice: "... have you born?"

My head was always kept, and the old imperial doctor's heart that had been hanging all night was almost over. Hearing the emperor's question, he nodded and replied respectfully:

"Your Majesty, the little princess is chubby and very healthy."

This time, Yinmang lifted the soft tent of the tassel without waiting for others to stop him, and walked into the delivery room without saying a word.

After entering the delivery room, I realized that the temperature here was particularly stuffy than outside. There was a strong bloody smell in the air.

Ignoring the midwife and servants with different expressions, Yinmang had no time to go and see his own flesh and blood carefully wrapped in a swaddle cloth by Madam Zhou. He stepped forward and sat directly next to the warm couch.

When I got closer, I saw clearly the person lying on the couch at this time. I must have been afraid of getting cold, and my whole body was wrapped tightly in the brocade quilt, revealing only a slightly white face.

I was afraid that she would have suffered so I have not recovered yet. I closed my eyes slightly and gasped in small mouths. The black and wet look was sticking to my tender and white cheeks, which was particularly pitying.

There was still a baby's tender voice vaguely in his ears. Yinmang stared at the weak little woman on the couch who had experienced life and death and had just given birth to her child. Her throat rolled a little awkwardly, and she seemed slightly choked.

"Wanwan... Thank you for your hard work."

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