Little Flower Fairy Chasing Her Husband

Chapter 69

No matter how good the technology is, no matter how much experience there is, there is no stable woman who can make a comatose person give birth to a child.

Only when the imperial physician gave the needle did she have a new method.But she crawled and rolled to the ground with soft legs and knelt down deeply, and there was a bloodstain on her forehead before she dared to tell Lu Zhi.

Every time Zi Rong received the needle, she would use force unconsciously while struggling.He is not awake now and can't listen to words, but the baby has already entered the birth canal, it takes too long, and the amniotic fluid is about to dry up.

So maybe there is only one way to allow him to use his strength when he needs it.

That is to prick the needle, keep pricking.The imperial physician is well versed in the mechanism of acupoints, and knows best how to make him suffer.

One layer of sweat on Wen Po's body did not fade away, and another layer came out immediately after.She didn't dare to move, waiting for Lu Zhi's answer.

Lu Zhi on the bed was in a mess.

His clothes were pulled into a mess when he was pressing Zirong's stomach. At some point, two long blood marks were drawn on the side of Zirong who was struggling, and the arm held by Zirong, Also covered with bruises and pinch marks.There are also tears and sweat all over his face, all from the people in his arms.

But he was sitting upright all the time, lowering his head and whispering softly to Zirong who was struggling fiercely, as if he didn't notice it at all.

After a few breaths, Lu Zhi opened his mouth and asked, "Is this the only way he can give birth to the child?"

Wen Po didn't dare to raise her head, she answered yes tremblingly.

Lu Zhi felt that another piece of his heart that was riddled with holes was broken, but the pain must not compare to Zi Rong's one-tenth of a millionth.

He picked up Zirong's hand and kissed it on the fingertips, and said indifferently: "Then prick it."

So at the beginning of spring, on a night when birds were singing and flowers were fragrant, the first quarter moon hung high, the moon was facing west and the gap was facing east, the silver needles that were longer than the middle finger of an adult man picked tricky angles, continuously, steadily and deeply It stuck into Zirong's knees and waist.

The flower demon's wet upper body was held in Lu Zhi's arms, and after a few screams, her voice became hoarse.Like a dying fish, unable to move, he could only stare round his eyes and straighten his back feebly.

The room was filled with a strong fragrance of magnolia, mixed with the smell of blood, and the petals fluttered off the bed.

He was unconscious, half asleep and half awake, and didn't know that Lu Zhi was by his side, but the desperate cry that came out of his mouth was: "Lu Zhi, save me! It hurts... Lu Zhi... Your Highness, Your Highness... Help me... Please Please save me..."

Lu Zhi couldn't save him.

On the contrary, this torture was inflicted on him by Lu Zhi himself.Pressing his fragile belly, watching the imperial doctor sear the silver needles, and then sinking inch by inch into his muscles and bones, is all Lu Zhi.

"Be patient, be patient. It won't hurt soon, okay?" Lu Zhi's voice was gentle, but he didn't relax his arms around Zi Rong, which was cruel and inhuman.

The torture lasted intermittently for an hour, and a few dark clouds floated over in the sky, covering the pale yellow crescent moon.

The faint radiance was easily blocked, just like Zirong's begging for mercy, the transition from shrill to weak could not wait for the hourglass to turn over.

Because they are twins, the two children are not very old.With the other two stable women helping each other, on the night of 21 days and ten months away, just after the fourth watch, the side concubine Zi Rong added two extras to the Prince Yu's mansion.

Daji's twins, even with the vision of the night, it is still good news that makes people cry.

The first one to come out was a girl. After the umbilical cord was cut off, she waved her little hand the size of a steamed bun and couldn't cry.

The girl Wen Po brought to help her hugged her face down, patted her on the back lightly, and a milky sound came out, followed by continuous crying.

The second child is a boy.He followed his sister's footsteps, poked out his wet head, and soon exposed his shoulders, and was dragged out by Mrs. Wen cleverly.

As soon as the little guy came out, he urinated all over his wife, breaking the depression of the whole night in the delivery room.Then he came from behind, closed his eyes tightly and worked hard, and soon overwhelmed his sister's crying.

He could hear his loud little milk voice outside the house, wah wah wah wah scratched people's hearts, both Yan Yu'an and Yu Zhui were caught off guard and burst into tears.

Lu Zhi didn't think about how the two children were doing. Mrs. Wen congratulated him, but he just bowed his head and looked at the person in his arms so soft that his bones were gone.

The girl changed the hot water and came to cleanse Zirong's body. From the face to the body, she wiped it carefully inch by inch.

Then Lu Zhi picked Zirong up in his arms, waited for them to throw out the dirty bed rolls one by one, and then changed to a hot and clean bed, and put Zirong back on the bed again.

The thick quilt was tightly covered from Zirong's neck down, but there was no warmth on the flower demon's face from beginning to end.

In fact, after pulling out the silver needle, Zi Rong didn't move any more.

The piece of fabric clutched in the palm of the hand was also loosened, and a broken petal lay inside, because of too much force, the lavender flower juice was squeezed out, messily staining Zirong's palm and nails.

Only the eyes that were open because of the pain have not had time to close, and the eyes are full of tears, but there is no light.

There was no look of grievance on his face, nor was there any dissatisfaction or panic.He was just puzzled, he was forced to wake up in a coma, he couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly, his thoughts were stagnant, and he didn't know what was going on.

The pain that followed was chaotic and intense, making Zirong forget herself and her age.

It seems that I am still a purple magnolia growing in a small courtyard, living safely in the tree.

Looking into the distance from a high place, one glance at the blue sky, one glance at the fireworks in the world.Regardless of the sun exposure, wind and rain, he is not afraid of anything.

That year, the young man who had just moved in kept his eyes on him for a while, and then he became fragile, depended on, and had something to rely on.

The room was quiet and silent, and Zirong lay quietly like that, her eyes half-opened and half-closed, her face pale.A thick layer of tears and sweat remained on his cheeks, his bones softened, and half of his body was slowly cooled under the thick quilt.

Obviously the child had already been born and had passed the gate of hell that the women said, but Lu Zhi couldn't wake him up no matter what.

With an expectant, coaxing, and even pleading tone, he just lay there weak and pale, motionless.

The obsidian-like shining eyes of the past also slowly closed, as if they would never open again.

He came once cleanly, and walked into Lu Zhi's heart with a faint fragrance of flowers.Now Lu Zhi left two children waiting to be fed, and a bed of purple magnolia petals soaked in blood, and he had to leave cleanly.

Land quality is not allowed.

When the flower demon's eyes were still open, the string in Lu Zhi's brain could be tensed for the time being, but now Zirong refused to even give her a godless gaze, and two tears fell out of Lu Zhi's scarlet eyes , without passing his face, hit the corner of Zirong's eye, and soon disappeared behind the ear.

Lu Zhi knelt down beside the bed, held Zi Rong's hand in both hands and pressed it to his face, tears streaming down his face, his voice trembling, he begged incoherently: "Rong Rong, you have pity on me, please... I beg you... Please take pity on me...Rongrong, Rongrong..."

Many messy things flashed through Lu Zhi's mind.

Although Zirong loves to cry, she has never cried so weakly like him.

Zirong never had any demands, and only one thing she liked most was that His Highness didn't have to go out, and the two of them could stay together from morning to night, but he rarely did it.

Zi Rong worked so hard to conceive two children, but said that after they were born, she would teach them to love Lu Zhi's father the most.

Zirong is most afraid of troublesome him, most afraid of him being sad.

The burning pain pierced his heart, the fragrance of flowers in the room gradually faded, Lu Zhi's hands and feet trembled in panic.

He couldn't figure it out, the best little flower demon in the world came into his hands, and he tried his best to like and protect it, but in the end it still made people scarred and bloody.