glorious fall

The power of the sun is still gradually weakening, just like a person's life, from the beginning of a newborn's vigorous and vigorous rise, to the peak of life in the youthful age exuding blazing and dazzling light, and then the middle-aged people's bleakness Orange, and finally the old man's "sunset, dying" yellow.

If Sandra had to talk about his feelings at the moment, he would prefer to describe it as a kind of pain where the sun sinks into the abyss.

The labor pains that started at noon did not ease until dusk, just like the darkness tortured his anxious nerves all the time, making him wish to take a sickle to cut, cut, and burn everything into ashes.

The midwife had already been called to this hut at noon, and her assistant was also given a stern warning before she was allowed to go in together. At this moment, the midwife was instructing the assistant to stick a warm thick cloth to Sander. Pulling on the stomach, which can relieve Sandra's pain.

Cold sweat soaked Sandra's silver hair into strands sticking to her cheeks. Because his birth opening was small, it was more painful than giving birth to a real woman. His hands were holding the arms of two midwife assistants , the veins on the back of the hand were already bulging, and the blood vessels seemed to burst at any moment, which made people shudder.

The pain of childbirth is the most painful.This is the punishment God has given to human beings since the time of Eve, because they have the bond to reproduce and pass on the historical responsibility, and they no longer need to rely on God to create more human beings with divine hands. This is the reason why human ancestors ate the forbidden fruit Punishment, every pain of childbirth, is God's way of satisfying through this punishment.

This time, God is going to punish Sandra.

Tang Glass sat quietly in the main hall of Fengse Palace outside the small room.

He could clearly hear Sandra's cry of pain, but apart from the anxiety in his heart, he knew that he couldn't do anything, so he could only let his thoughts fly and speculate on Sandra with his heart. pain at this moment.I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly remembered that when Sandra was a half-grown child, he saw him for the first time. Her silver hair was half-length and scattered on her shoulders in a mess, and her eyes were filled with the kindness of a stranger. Because of his panic, he was chased to hide in the back garden of his bishop's mansion. It happened that he was having afternoon tea in his garden idly that day, when he suddenly saw a child staggering out of the flowers, and couldn't help being moved .

"Sandra——" Tangglass poured himself a glass of wine, "My Sandra, my little man, you are a stubborn and distressing child."

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After going from day to dusk, night to dawn, it was not until the afternoon of the next day that Sandra gave birth to the child when she was about to faint. He really passed out, and he didn't know anything about personnel.

"This lady's birth canal is torn," said the midwife, "but please don't be impatient, there have been ways to deal with this wound since ancient times," she said. Under the watchful gaze, three or four stitches were sewed on the wound with double-layered silver thread prepared in advance, and then a piece of linen was wrapped around the outside, genitals, and vagina.Then asked the assistant to apply the pre-heated hot asphalt on the cloth. According to the folk women, this can help the uterus to contract. Finally, the midwife applied commemorative grass, small chrysanthemum and cinnamon bark to the wound. "Under the power of these herbs, Madam's wound will heal quickly," the midwife said cautiously, "Please don't worry, Madam will heal very well."

"..." Tang Glass waved his hand, indicating that they could leave.

Sandra gave birth to a very energetic boy, and the crying was so loud that it was shocking. Tanglas didn't want to go and see the baby who was sent to the next door to be fed by a wet nurse right now. He stood beside Sandra's bed, sat down silently, then put his elbows on the edge of the bed, quietly looking at the person in front of him who made him think about it all day.

Some of the long silver hair was still sticking to the face, and the weak exhalation from the nose made a silver thread flutter, and the rest were scattered on the pillow, not as soft as usual.There was still sweat that hadn't evaporated on the pale cheeks, and the glistening moisture on the chin looked much darker in the dim hut, and the quilt was just changed on the body, everything was brand new, as if nothing had happened just now Anything, but Tangglass watched his beloved child sleeping. However, Tangglass clearly understood that from then on, his responsibility became even greater.

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Since the death of Chester, the northern army has returned to the hands of General Maris, who was demoted by Chester, except for some people who were taken away by General Moscow. However, these soldiers no longer hold much The hope of staying in the army is only for the fixed monthly salary and the size and momentum of the army to bully some less powerful and powerless little nobles or landlords-the common people still can't get their attention , because there is not much oil and water to fish for.

The most dangerous thing is that the Northern Army has been reduced to the point of being out of control. Even Maris can't completely win over these people who are pretending to be glamorous on the surface, but inside they are gradually degrading because of the unsecured future prospects. They only want to Soldier ruffians who fish for oil and water.

Apart from two days of coma after giving birth, Sandra rested on the bed for just ten days, and then began to rely on the bed to deal with school affairs. Tang Glass tried to persuade him to wait for a while several times, but Sandra was very resolute. Refused, and insisted on doing so, Tangglass had no choice but to accompany him in the dormitory every day, Sandra was sometimes mentally unwell, and when dealing with educational affairs, she would inadvertently fall asleep while Tangglass was explaining, Such a situation often made Tanglas feel distressed, but since he knew the truth about the tragic death of Sister Vian, he had adopted a default attitude towards many of Sandra's actions, which also made Kailius a little confused. Finally, start to implement thoroughly and stick to it resolutely.

In addition to breastfeeding, the child was carried to the bedroom where the two lived. After Sandra could sit up, she often put the child beside her. This child with increasingly beautiful eyebrows and eyes was more inclined to Sandra's beauty. But when he was not smiling, the seriousness on that little face was more like Tanglas. Hillared and Childe loved this little baby very much. If he wasn't so young, he might have spoiled him like Tiffany Carter The little overlord in Lin Palace.

"I want his name to be Boyold Yenton." Sandra looked up at Tangglass with hope in her eyes, "Is that possible? Originally, Sister Vian chose the name for him, Berland, but I want him to be a strong man, a real man like you who can protect the people he cares about, is that okay?"

Tanglas was speechless. He stretched out his hand to embrace him and Boyold Jr., and patted him on the back, "You are my eternal pride, Sandra, and he is our eternal pride."

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In the 99th year of the new calendar, the archbishop of Piedrius Province in the south, De Moore, suddenly launched an attack. He led an army and the army of Archbishop Kuloti of Monta Province to attack the Crusaders, and the Crusaders were defeated.

The author has something to say: Don’t hit me....... It will be added tomorrow, let the buns come out first, the scumbag author will revise the childbirth section in the future to make it more specific ordered.You can’t afford to hurt people who can’t code until after ten o’clock. Fortunately, I will go to the office to be on duty tomorrow. I don’t have to go to the track and field to count and distribute awards. Haha, I will definitely make up tomorrow. By the way, if I have enough time, I may still There is a short story as compensation, okay, xiexiemeizhimen