Storm in the delivery room

Qingning's blood is like a sad and beautiful red plum blossom, blooming on the cold bricks, and also imprinted in Fuyao's soul.

The heart-wrenching cry of "Princess, be careful" became an unforgettable echo in her mind.

She is no longer the Crown Princess who studies in the East Palace. She is the shield of this dangerous city, the barrier for the fetus in her womb, and the backbone of thousands of soldiers.

"Crown Princess, you can't go!"

Xu Jing roared and tried to stop her.

"It's too dangerous downstairs!"

Fuyao had already snatched a tattered general's flag from his hand. That flag used to be Yang Yide's palace commander's flag.

"Yang Diansi served his country with all his heart, and Qing Ning died protecting me. If I were to hide behind, how could I possibly live in shame?"

Her eyes were as sharp as a knife as they swept across Xu Jing's shocked face.

"Pass on my command. I will personally go to the East City Gate to boost the morale of the troops!"

"Princess!"

Li Xian also hurriedly dissuaded him,

"You are pregnant, how can you take risks?"

"It's precisely because I'm pregnant that I have to go!"

Fuyao's voice was not loud, but it carried a force that could not be challenged.

"In my womb is the prince's bloodline, the blood of the Lan Kingdom.

He wanted to see how determined his mother and his people would be for this land!"

She said no more, put on the heavy fur coat that Xu Jing had reluctantly found, pulled up the hood of her cloak, covering most of her face, leaving only a pair of eyes as calm as water.

Guarded by Xu Jing and Li Xian on her left and right, she walked down the city wall.

Under the East City Gate is hell on earth.

The bodies of the rebels were mixed with the armor of the Lan Kingdom, and the coagulated blood formed dark red ice crystals in the snow.

In the cold wind, broken limbs and debris were everywhere. The surviving soldiers looked exhausted and desperate, gasping for breath against the ruins.

The cries and calls for help from the people below the city wall, mixed with the sounds of fighting on the battlefield, formed a tragic song of doomsday.

Fuyao's arrival was like a thunderbolt that split the silent battlefield.

"Comrades!"

She stood on the makeshift watchtower, holding high the blood-stained flag.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is fighting for the country on the front lines. Your Majesty is unwell, so I am here to act as regent. I will live and die with you!"

Her voice was not loud, but it strangely drowned out all the noise.

The soldiers raised their heads and looked at the legendary princess who lived in seclusion. Seeing her straight back and determined eyes, the extinguished fire in many people's eyes was rekindled.

"Brothers on the tower, listen up!"

She drew the sword from Xu Jing's waist and pointed it at the rebels below the city.

“Today, I will fight alongside you!

"Pass on my order, the Divine Arm Battalion and the Palace Front Army, follow my orders and set up an ambush with me to deal a fatal blow to these rebels!"

She was not being blindly reckless.

After a brief discussion with Li Xian and Xu Jing, a bold plan took shape in her mind.

She took advantage of the arrogant and contemptuous character of the rebel general Zhou Che, which she had forced out of Fan Zhong, and set a trap to lure the enemy into her territory.

"Xu Jing."

She whispered an order,

"You will lead five hundred soldiers and pretend to abandon the East Gate drawbridge, leading the enemy vanguard into the city wall."

"Li Xian."

She turned to the Minister of Justice,

"Immediately, take your men and gather all the kerosene, rolling logs, and boulders in the city on both sides of the city wall. Once the enemy is trapped, attack immediately!"

"This palace."

She looked at the two of them one last time, her eyes determined.

"The general will personally beat the drum to cheer on the soldiers!"

Xu Jing and Li Xian looked at each other and saw shock and determination in each other's eyes.

They knelt on one knee,

"I obey your orders!"

The strategy was quickly implemented.

When the rebel vanguard saw the drawbridge lowered, they thought they had an opportunity and rushed into the city. However, there was a cannon shot and rolling logs and stones rained down from both sides.

Fuyao stood behind the highest arrow emplacement on the city wall and struck the huge war drum with all his might.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The drumbeats were dull and powerful, penetrating the wind and snow and striking the hearts of every soldier.

That is not the royal music, it is the death warrant of the battlefield.

The rebels in the city wall instantly became fish on the chopping board.

Arrows and kerosene from the Lan army rained down from the sky, turning the narrow city wall into a furnace.

Screams were heard everywhere and thick smoke billowed up.

Outside the city, Zhou She saw that the vanguard had not returned for a long time, and saw the fire in the city wall. He couldn't help but get angry, and led his troops to reinforce.

He never dreamed that he was not facing a panicked woman and child, but an opponent with precise calculations and a will as strong as steel.

"kill!

Kill that woman!"

Zhou Ce roared in front of the formation.

However, he was greeted by spearmen and crossbowmen who had been lying in ambush.

Fuyao stood behind the drum, and the fetus in her belly seemed to feel her mother's determination and kicked gently from time to time.

She seemed to feel no fatigue, and every time the drumstick fell, it precisely matched the rhythm of the battlefield.

While they were fighting fiercely, Wu Yue, who had hurried over after Pingwang and Zhao Yan's army had slaughtered many people, returned with his army.

Finally, under the pincer attack from both inside and outside, the rebels were annihilated and Zhou She was pinned down.

There was a thunderous cheer inside and outside the city.

“Victory!

We won! "

At this moment, Shao Hansu, who had just arrived after fighting with the rebels, stood under the city wall with a knife in his bloody right hand.

Looking at the woman who always called him Brother Shao in the past, he knew at that moment that she was no longer just the lively and cheerful young lady, but had become the mother of the nation that this country could rely on.

The smoke cleared and the setting sun was blood-red.

The capital is safe.

Xu Jing rushed up to the city wall with wounds all over his body and wrapped a thick cloak around Fuyao.

"Princess, you are exhausted."

His voice was hoarse and his eyes were red.

Fuyao nodded, unable to hold on any longer, and slowly slid down to the ground while holding onto the arrow embrasure.

She looked at the devastated battlefield, then looked down at her bloody hands.

The lime fell on the threshold of early spring, and Yang Yide fell in the flames of the New Year.

Too many people have sacrificed this winter.

She lost her maid, the soldiers lost their commander, and the country lost its king.

But she also held on to hope.

She touched her bulging belly, where a new life was quietly growing.

"Tell the prince,"

She turned her head and gave a pale smile to Zhao Qunqu who had just arrived after hearing a case for several days.

“The capital is safe and sound, and mother and child are safe.

Let him kill the enemy with peace of mind. When he returns, this vast land will be the best gift for him and his son."

The snow began to fall again, gently covering the green lemons and the corpses of thousands of soldiers, as if to gently bury this human tragedy.

And in this lonely city soaked in blood, a new spring is stubbornly taking root and sprouting under the watering of blood and tears.

When they returned to De Shou Palace, the imperial concubine, Aunt Xu and others were already waiting there.

When everyone saw the Crown Princess covered in blood, their eyes instantly turned red.

"My son is brave!"

Concubine Feng quickly stepped forward and held her in her arms.

They heard about everything that happened in the city.

At this time, the Crown Princess was admired by everyone!

"Mother, Fuyao hasn't changed her clothes yet."

Fuyao quickly took a step back, fearing that the dirt on her body would stain the imperial concubine's coat.

Concubine Feng hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and looked at her protruding belly with a smile.

"You're going to give birth in a few days, so you must be exhausted today.

Before Chen Yu left for the battle, I promised him that I would protect you, but..."

As she spoke, her eyes turned red again.

"Mother, I'm really fine."

Fuyao's heart softened.

"Madam Xu, Chaoyue, quickly go and help the Crown Princess bathe and change her clothes."

Concubine Feng looked at Fuyao with gentle eyes.

"I already know about Qing Ning's matter. Let Chao Yue follow you from now on."

Hearing this, tears flashed in Fuyao's eyes.

When Concubine Feng learned that Qing Ning died protecting her master, she felt extremely sad.

"Qing Ning's funeral will be taken care of by Mother. Crown Princess, please go and rest."

In the East Palace, Chaoyue was helping Fuyao put on her clothes. She suddenly spoke,

"What time is it?"

"Just at the end of the day."

Chaoyue replied hurriedly.

Fuyao lowered his eyebrows,

"Qing Ning, do you know who Mother has assigned to take care of the funeral arrangements?"

“It’s Shao Shaoqing, the imperial concubine said he knows green lemons.

Find someone you know and you can do your best."

Chaoyue's voice trembled slightly.

"Thank you for your concern, mother."

Fuyao touched the handkerchief in her hand and remained silent for a while.

"I'm going to see her off."

"I'm afraid your current body isn't suitable for this, Princess."

Chaoyue and Aunt Xu beside her hurriedly followed him out.

"Crown Princess!" As soon as she reached the gate of the East Palace, Chaoyue's eyes turned red with anxiety.

"Why don't you wait for the sedan?

This wind! "

Fuyao waved his hands, and suddenly a sharp pain arose in his abdomen.

She stumbled half a step, holding onto the pillar,

"No problem, maybe I blew too hard just now."

Before he could finish his words, his waist and abdomen began to twist again, ten times more violently than last night.

Aunt Xu's expression suddenly changed.

“It’s fetal movement!

Call the midwife quickly!

quick! "

The gauze curtains of the East Palace's bedroom were pulled straight.

Fuyao was lying on a carved wooden bed covered with three thick mattresses, veins bulging on her forehead and her sweaty hair sticking to her pale face.

Midwife Wang Mama grabbed her wrist.

"Princess, try harder!

The little prince's head is already half an inch exposed!"

"I can't do anything."

Fuyao's voice was hoarse, and her vision was black. She endured the severe pain in her body and refused to make a sound.

Only two hours after coming down from the city wall, she felt her lower abdomen bloated as if a thousand pounds were weighing on her. At this moment, it felt as if someone was stirring her internal organs with tongs.

She had only slept for two hours while guarding the city these days, and she had just climbed up the city wall and was blown by a cold wind.

At this moment, my whole body was cold, even my breathing was trembling, how could I have any strength left?

Concubine Feng held her hand, with the phoenix hairpin hanging crookedly on her temples.

"Fuyao, listen to me. Think about Chenyu and our child."

Before he could finish his words, Fuyao felt a sudden drop in his stomach.

She used up her last bit of strength and heard a faint cry.

Chao Yue rushed over and lifted the bloodstained quilt. A baby wrapped in bright yellow swaddling clothes was crying with a frown on his face and his little fists clenched tightly.

“It’s born!

Born! "

The palace maids outside were crying together.

But Fuyao's pupils gradually dilated!

The blood was still flowing, more than before, like a river bursting its dam.

Wang Wenpo's heart sank.

"Oh no, I'm bleeding!"

Concubine Feng threw herself on the edge of the bed, her tears falling on the back of Fuyao's hand.

"Fuyao, you must hold on!

Think about the children, think about Chen Yu, he is still on the front line!"

Fuyao looked at the wrinkled little face in the cradle, the corners of her mouth twitched, but she didn't say anything in the end.

Before she lost consciousness, she only remembered the imperial concubine's heart-wrenching cry and the sound of rain gradually falling outside the window.