The people in the palace who gave birth did not know about the injury of Yange, and only anxiously shouted "Strong".

It can be said that the song has completely failed.

She couldn't hold out at all!

She ordered these stable women: "The palace is poisoned, and the child is too long in the body of the palace, and the child is not good. The child is a dragon. In any case, you must protect the child. The palace can't help you, you should In other ways, hurry up and don't delay any more. If there is a good dragon in the belly of this palace, your life will be gone.

Nalan Mo just heard this when he walked in. His knees were soft and he almost didn't fall. As soon as he ordered the gentlemen to protect the master, he met Yange's stern eyes.

She stared at him and said, "This palace is trying to conceive the dragon, and this is my life. If the child is gone, I can't live! Your Majesty can have countless concubines, but now he has only this dragon, you Hurry up. "

Nalanmo opened her mouth, her head was blocked, and she couldn't even make a sound.

The people who delivered the palace heard this kind of words. Where did they dare to hesitate? The adult was poisoned. A little bit slower will affect the child. This child is a dragon. They have eyes on each other. Incomparably cut the birth canal.

Ji Taiyi didn't dare to say anything. He shook his hands to interpret the clothes of Yange's chest, and wanted to see the wounds of Yange first.

Yange suddenly squeezed Nalan Mo's hand tightly and screamed.

Then the child cried loudly.

"Congratulations Zhaoyi, congratulations Zhaoyi, a dragon, a dragon, congratulations Zhaoyi."

Before this congratulations were finished, someone shouted, "No, Zhaoyi's blood collapsed. Quickly, help Zhaoyi stop bleeding!"

The child's cry was loud, and the voices of the midwives were noisy. Nalanmo felt as if she could hear nothing.

Not right, he heard her talking.

She squeezed his hand tightly, her lips moved, and she said, "I can no longer guard him, nor can I give this peace to him, you have to help him, be careful, he will be a good emperor You help him. "

"You'll be fine, you won't be fine." Nalan Mo murmured: "You won't have any, you can help him, you are his mother."

He shed tears unknowingly, but he didn't know it. He just squeezed her hand tightly and said to the nearby Tai Chi doctor, "You have to save her, you have to save her."

Ji Taiyi did not speak, he was cleaning the wound on the shoulder for Yange.

"Xu Fang, a good general, I missed you, and also missed him."

"You will work together in the future, and work together ..."

Her voice was soft and murmured, "Be careful, are you saying that you are a good emperor? In this life, you are worthy of your ancestors, you are worthy of the world, you are worthy of the people, and you are not a good emperor?"

He looked into her extremely expectant eyes and said busyly: "Yes, you are, you are the best emperor, you are doing well, better than any emperor."

She laughed, like a student who received a Master's award, and was very satisfied. She wanted to look up and approach him. He quickly bowed his head and stuck it to her face: "Yueyue, you have to stick to it."

"Sorry!"

As the emperor, she lived up to the ancestors and ancestors, and to the people of heaven and earth. The only thing she did was Xu Fang.

And it can't be made up anymore!

"Can't stop blood, can't stop blood ..."

There were midwives crying and yelling.

The palace people in the delivery room were running around one by one, and some of the palace people's water also fell on the ground.

Naranmo hurriedly got up to go outside to preside over the matter, but together, her hand slipped out of his palm.

When he lowered his head again, she pulled her hands to the bed, her eyes closed.

Taiji Ji plopped on his knees and looked at Nalan Mo with a bleak face, this is for Nalan Mo to give an idea.

Nalanmo didn't speak, he fixed her eyes on her eyebrows.

Her face was particularly pale and her lips were pale, but her expression was peaceful, as if she was asleep.

He crouched down, pushed her, and whispered: "Yueyue, Yueyue ..."

She was motionless, never opened her eyes, and never smiled at him again.

But he continued to push: "I don't want your sorry, I only want you, I only want you to be good, you wake up, you wake up soon."

The cry of the little prince resounded through the sky, and at the same time, the general of Zhennan, who was swiftly whipped by the dust, looked up at the high gate of the capital city and laughed heartily.

After eight months, he finally returned, and lived up to her trust and her expectations.

He came back alive.

She will be glad to see him.