Chapter 1170 Family Affairs and State Affairs

  While Wu was tense at home and loose at home, and was preparing his troops in secret, the atmosphere in the inner courtyard of Feng's Mansion in Chang'an became more and more tense.

  Madam You is about to give birth.

  The delivery time will not exceed the end of February.

   It seems that February is only a few days away.

  Madam You's stomach has been stretched to the limit, and sometimes Feng Duhu sees the thin layer of belly in her stomach, and is very worried whether it will burst.

   But the Lord still acts like a normal person all day long.

   His mouth is not idle, and his legs are not idle.

   With a big belly, smelling the fragrance of flowers outside the window, listening to the singing of birds outside the window, I had a sudden whim to go outside the city for a spring outing.

   "Calm down!"

  Feng Duhu was holding one of her legs, and was kneading it carefully, helping Madam You to clear her blood.

  Pregnant women have a big belly, poor body fluid circulation, prone to edema, especially in the lower limbs.

  Feng's family has a big business, and there are a lot of servants and maids who are proficient in massage.

   A rough person like Feng Duhu, who came from the battlefield, can't control his strength well, and it's easy to pinch people.

   But Mrs. You likes to order him around.

  The sky and the earth are big, and pregnant women are the biggest.

  Besides, whether it’s Mrs. Zuo or Mrs. Right, that is, the first child has no experience, and at that time I often couldn’t control my temper.

  I have experience later, eat regularly, exercise properly, and at the same time maintain a peaceful mind.

  According to the medical school, this is not only good for pregnant women, but also good for the baby in the belly.

  Madam You is pregnant this time, although she occasionally plays petty temper, but generally speaking, her temper has not changed much.

  For example, now, seeing Feng Duhu rubbing her calf, Mrs. You feels very satisfied.

   "It's been a few days since the baby was born, and now you're clamoring to go out of the city for a spring break? Don't say you're taking a carriage, even if someone carries you away, I'm afraid you'll be bumped."

  Feng Duhu glared at her, let go of the calf in his hand, pulled the other leg, and continued kneading.

   "If you go out of the city, maybe even the delivery room at home has to follow you out of the city."

  Madam You kicked her legs in dissatisfaction: "It's an exaggeration."

   "Exaggeration?" Feng Duhu snorted, looked up at Mrs. You sideways, "Aren't you afraid that when you walk halfway, the child in your stomach suddenly wants to come out to meet your parents?"

  Looking at Feng Duhu who was kneading hard for herself, Mrs. You giggled:

   "That's fine, listen to A Lang."

  She was actually just acting petty and playing tricks on Feng Duhu.

   "Such a beautiful spring," Mrs. You pointed to the outside, "If you don't get out of Noh Castle, you can always go to the yard to have a look, right?"

  Looking at Mrs. You who was still unwilling to stop at this moment, Feng Duhu knew that he couldn't stop her, so he was a little helpless:

   "Then be careful."

  Put her leg down, and then move the other leg off the ottoman, and carefully lift her up.

  Madam You yelled, and with the help of Feng Duhu, she stood up out of breath.

  My stomach is too big, not to mention walking, even if I turn over at night, I need help.

  Feng Duhu supported Mrs. You, as if he was holding a fragile treasure, and he had to open and close his eyes even in the blink of an eye.

  Although it wasn't the first time she saw him like this, the corners of Madam You's lips were still slightly raised, and she was very upset.

  The little gestures that this man unintentionally revealed always made her feel that it was worthwhile for her to give birth to him.

   After walking a few steps in the yard, Mrs. You couldn't move anymore, so she found a place to sit down.

   "Is it uncomfortable? Why don't you go back and lie down before you take a breath?"

  Feng Duhu saw that Mrs. You had difficulty even in a normal sitting posture, and her upper body always subconsciously leaned back, pushing her stomach out, as if it would save effort.

  He was exhausted for her.

  Madam You nodded, and stretched out her hand to support it, but she didn't support it, and almost leaned over.

   Fortunately, Feng Duhu had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he quickly supported her.

  Madam You leaned against Feng Duhu and did not move.

   "Are you okay?"

  The right lady rolled her eyes, but said nothing.

   After a while, he said:

   "Something seems wrong..."

"What's the matter?"

   "It came out..."

   "What came out?" Although Feng Duhu didn't know what Mrs. You was talking about, his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

  Madam You blinked her eyes, motioning him to look down, while holding her big belly with one hand, her face was a bit painful:

   "The child seems to be obedient, what did you say in the room just now? Come on as soon as you say it!"

   "Come on! Come on!"

  Feng Duhu's slightly mournful roar sounded from the yard.

   "Hurry up, help Madam to the delivery room, Madam is about to give birth!"

  Following Feng Duhu's roar, the entire backyard of Zhongduhu's Mansion began to get busy and tense.

  Aiming at the possibility of Mrs. You giving birth, the midwifery and medical workers of the Central Capital Nursing House have made many preparations for a long time.

   Not to mention that Mrs. You's delivery date is in the past few days, and they even take turns to wait for orders day and night.

  Several strong servants put the groaning Mrs. You on the couch, and sent them to the delivery room briskly.

  Feng Duhu followed, almost trotting to keep up.

   Entered the delivery room, probably because of the midwifery workers taking over, Mrs. You's cry of pain dropped down instead.

  Madam Zuo rushed over from the official office of the former mansion, and saw Feng Duhu who was 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 anxiety on his face that could not be concealed.

   "I just went to the backyard for a walk, but I didn't sit still, and the water came out."

   As he spoke, he felt a little guilty and walked back and forth a few steps:

   "My fault, she shouldn't be allowed to go out at this time."

  Madam Zuo frowned and looked towards the delivery room:

   "What did the medical staff say?"

   Probably heard the conversation outside, Mrs. You seemed to say something, only to hear the medical worker raise his voice inside:

   "Ma'am, this is a normal delivery, so please don't worry."

  After hearing this, Madam Zuo breathed a sigh of relief, and glared at Feng Duhu angrily.

  She thought something really happened.

   "Let me just say, it's been the past few days, and the medical staff has been watching, what can happen? Let's go inside and wait."

  Next to the delivery room, there is a waiting room specially built.

   There is a wall separating the two, and there is an inner door connecting them.

   But at this time, the inner door is naturally closed.

  In the reception room, the voices in the delivery room can be heard more clearly.

  In addition to the occasional groan from Mrs. You, it was mostly the orders of the medical workers.

  Although it was not the first time to wait outside the delivery room, giving birth is a big event, so Feng Duhu still couldn't hold back his emotions.

   Seeing Feng Duhu trying to calm himself down, Mrs. Zuo smiled and did not speak.

  Speaking of which, when the well-known wives and concubines in Feng's mansion gave birth to their first child, Alang didn't seem to be there.

   She is an unnamed flower lady, but she is the only exception.

  Recalling when I gave birth to A Shun, A Lang was waiting outside, as if he was also at a loss?

   It seems that he was reprimanded by the medical staff at that time?

  Thinking of this, Mrs. Zuo couldn't stop smiling.

   "What are you laughing at, Mr. Xi?"

  Feng Duhu, who was trying to divert his attention, noticed Mrs. Zuo's expression and couldn't help asking.

   "I'm naturally happy when I think that our Feng family 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, but it would be great if it's a daughter..."

  There are too many sons in the family, Feng Duhu desperately wants a daughter, otherwise they both have a daughter, it is too lonely.

   Whether the X chromosome can stand up or not, this is all in one fell swoop.

   It's just that he didn't finish his sentence, only Madam You couldn't even care about moaning in the delivery room, and screamed: "Son!"

   "Ma'am, ma'am, don't get excited, don't waste energy."

  The medical workers inside hurriedly persuaded them.

  Mrs. You is relentless:

   "Feng Mingwen, don't say that I'm going to have a daughter..."

  Feng Duhu didn't dare to keep his mouth shut: "Okay, okay, give birth to a son, give birth to 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.”

   It’s just that, not to mention Mrs. You in the delivery room, even Mrs. Zuo who sat with him in the waiting room didn’t believe it.

   "You lied to a ghost!"

  Madam You probably started to feel pain in her stomach again, this sentence sounded like gnashing of teeth:

   "Smart words!"

  Who doesn't know that Shuangshuang is the most favored in the whole house?

  When you pick a fruit in the yard, you have to hold it on your shoulders.

   Ah Chong envied his real name and wanted to be promoted, so he got a roll.

  Feng Duhu sighed: "Si Niang, I still remember that when you and I first met, your age was not much different from Shuangshuang, right? At that time, you said I was eloquent."

   "At that time, I only thought that you were young and ignorant. I didn't expect that after so many years, you would still make such an evaluation. What a waste of time for you and my wife."

  Hearing his words, Mrs. You, who was a little annoyed at first, laughed out loud, and her mood calmed down a bit.

  Although he is experienced, Feng Du is a little restless when guarding next door, let alone Mrs. You who is about to give birth?

   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, Mrs. You was also a little emotional.

  In a flash, it has been almost twenty years.

   If there are no accidents, the child who is about to be born should be the youngest child in the family.

  Because even I am afraid that I am not allowed to have children no matter in terms of age or physical condition.

  As for other people, according to the medical school, they are already considered advanced maternal age, and if they regenerate, the risk will be greatly increased.

   I don't know if there is a tacit understanding, Feng Duhu read a sentence leisurely outside:

   "If life is just like seeing you first..."

  Just such a sentence, it sounds plain, but it is extremely captivating, making the wives on the left and right tremble slightly.

   Madam Zuo, who was always cold in front of outsiders, actually had a hint of memory on the corner of her mouth before anyone smiled.

  Although Alang was not around when he gave birth to Achong, he still left some poems.

  There are countless makeup reminder poems in the world, but I am afraid that I am the first one.

  Thinking of this, Mrs. Zuo looked at Feng Duhu with a gloomy gaze:

   This bowl of water is really flat.

  Madam You, who was lying on the couch in the delivery room, heard the verse, and then remembered that she had asked him one thing in the early years:

  If one day I want to give birth to his child, I will also listen to his verses in the delivery room.

   It’s just this, it’s just what I said out of jealousy.

   Now so many years have passed, if Alang hadn't read the poem at this time, she would have forgotten about this incident.

   Didn't expect him to keep this matter in his heart.

  Thinking of this, Mrs. You couldn't help feeling sweet in her heart, as if she even forgot the pain.

   It's just that no matter what the two ladies were thinking, neither of them opened their mouths, waiting tacitly for Feng Duhu to read the next sentence.

   I didn't expect to wait for a long time, but it turned out to be empty.

   "What's next?"

  Madam Zuo was in the same room as Feng Duhu. Seeing him sitting blankly, he seemed to have no intention of continuing to read, so she couldn't help but urge her.

  The past few years have been busy with affairs, and Feng Duhu has seldom made new works.

   At this time, I finally had the opportunity, but I didn't expect that it was just a start. How can people bear it?

   "It's just that I feel emotional in my heart, so I just said it casually, what's the bottom line?"

  Feng Duhu naturally couldn't read the rest.

   Otherwise, the autumn wind draws a fan sadly and changes the hearts of old people, how to explain it?

   No way, the two wives thought he had a new love again.

   My life is still important, pretend to beep or something, put it later.

   "Feng Mingwen, you are a killer!"

  Tian Sisi became empty, coupled with a huge pain from below, Madam You couldn't help screaming and cursing.

   "It's started, it's started, ma'am, don't use too much force first, take a breath, and then use more force!"

  The voice of the medical worker sounded in the delivery room.

  Hearing Madam You's cry of pain in the delivery room, Feng Duhu's forehead was a little sweaty, and he frantically recalled the verses recorded in the bottom of the box in his mind, which one was suitable for the current situation.

  Minming secretly reviewed it a few days ago.

  As we grow old, does memory also decline?

   At this time, a servant outside the door suddenly reported:

   "Master, Mr. Wei is here."

  Feng Duhu was so concentrated that he didn't seem to hear it.

  Madam Zuo stepped forward and gave Feng Duhu a nudge.

"how?"

  Feng Duhu came back to his senses.

   "Wei Rong is here."

  Wei Rong is the bishop of the Royal Academy and one of the supervisors of the academy.

  At a young age, he was already called Mr. Wei.

   "Oh, oh, let him come over then."

  If Zhang Yuan is the big brother of the school, then Wei Rong is Feng Duhu's big disciple who opened the door.

  Of course, the real big disciple who opened the door has achieved a transition in status, from a disciple to a pillow person, and even gave birth to a child.

  As Wei Rong is the nominal big disciple, there is no need to avoid suspicion.

  However, Feng Duhu still walked out of the waiting room, and met Wei Rong in a place slightly away from the delivery room.

"What's up?"

   "Disciple, congratulations to the master's mansion, and there is a new addition."

   "I haven't been born yet, why did you come here for this?"

   "One more thing."

"explain."

  Feng Duhu was still in a hurry to go back to accompany the delivery, and was in no mood to waste time.

   "Brother sent a letter, saying that the adults have already started mobilizing troops and are ready to do something."

  Feng Duhu was thoughtful: "According to the plan, at this point in time, it's almost time to make preparations, which is normal."

   It is estimated that tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, the official document from the east side will come.

  He looked at Wei Rong and asked:

   "Hedong Governor's Mansion, is there any other news?"

  Wei Rong shook his head:

"there is none left."

  Thinking for a while, he said: "I heard from my elder brother that after my lord arrived in Hedong, someone took the initiative to come to seek refuge."

  Others don't know, but as Feng Duhu's disciple, even if Wei Rong didn't see it with his own eyes, he can be sure that there must be black hands behind the Hedong tragedy.

  So he looked at Feng Duhu and reminded:

   "Teacher, tell me, could it be the Hedong family, what do you think?"

  Using the hands of adults to compete with teachers and then profit from it.

  Eggs are not put in the same basket, the instinct of the family has operated.

   It is normal for Wei Rong to have this idea.

   "Huh?" Feng Duhu was taken aback, keenly aware of the problem:

   "Hedong family? The people who seek refuge are from Hedong?"

   "Should be?" Wei Rong was not sure, "But I heard that this person knows He Dong quite well, and the suggestions he made are quite pertinent, and have already won the trust of adults."

   "What's that man's name?"

   "Guo Xun."

   "Guo Xun?"

  Feng Duhu heard the name and repeated it. He didn't feel that he was a celebrity, so he didn't have much reaction.

  The most important thing is that he has been in this era for too long, and he has also greatly changed the course of history.

  Too many things can no longer be matched.

   But seeing him ponder for a moment:

   "Okay, I know, the house is a bit chaotic today, so I won't keep you."

  Wei Rong respectfully said: "Disciple leave."

  (end of this chapter)