Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1786

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Liang Yanbing heard it clearly, and the mumbling that came out of Shi Anxia's lips was fragmented.

When "Qingyu" was called out, it was wrapped in blood, and suddenly it turned into a sharp "Sansan". Before the tail tone faded away, it turned into a shrill "liar".

His blood-stained nails dug into the mattress and a few obscure words rolled out of his throat, which sounded like an ancient tune or an incantation. Even Liang Yanbing, who was proficient in various local dialects, could not make out a single word.

But at this time Liang Yanbing was only focused on stopping the bleeding.

Madam Meng also helped by pushing the palace. The two worked together to treat her, with silver needles and palm power interweaving, and finally stopped the bleeding at the end of the night.

Madam Meng suddenly pressed on Shi Anxia's Cun, Guan, and Chi parts, and her brows relaxed. "The pulse is showing!"

She hurriedly asked Liang Yanbing to diagnose the patient together.

The two blood-stained hands were crossed between the pale wrists, but the pulse on the radial side was felt to be deep and smooth, like beads rolling on a plate, and although the pulse was weak, it was gradually becoming gentle.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Anxia seemed to wake up faintly, but her eyes were blank.

Liang Yanbing felt the faint but regular fetal movement in her palm. It was the twins beating together in her belly. Her brows relaxed. "Princess, the baby's heartbeat is like a drum now. You have to hold on. If we try harder, the baby will be born. They are also trying hard!"

Shi Anxia's eyelashes trembled slightly, leaving dark water marks on the sweaty brocade pillow. She opened her lips slightly, but only exhaled a breath with the smell of rust.

When the severe pain came again, she was like a candle in the wind, her sweaty fingertips tightly grasping the wooden doll that had been rubbed to a shine.

She loosened her fingers little by little, and then clenched them little by little.

Tang Chujun and Yao Sheng were finally allowed into the house to accompany their daughter, one on each side.

Both of them had bloodshot eyes, and all their attention was focused on their daughter. The energetic little grandson was completely ignored.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Shi Anxia gave birth to two more daughters.

She had hardly exerted any effort in giving birth to these two children. In a trance, while she was still half asleep and half awake, the children were born.

But the two little girls were so small, like kittens, and their weak cries sounded like those of newly hatched birds, and could not be heard unless one listened carefully.

Even the midwife was at a panic, holding the babies in her hands, not knowing what to do, fearing that if she was not careful, she might crush the delicate little ones with a little more force.

"Jiao!" Madam Meng came closer to take a look, her eyes glowing with eagerness, and she kept muttering, "It's good as long as she's angry, it's good as long as she's angry."

The two little girls kept their eyes closed the whole time, their skin was red and wrinkled, like two miniature old ladies.

Delivering a princess was even more tiring than giving birth yourself. Lady Meng was so exhausted that she collapsed on the ground, leaning against the wall and breathing heavily. Her chest rose and fell violently, and she was too lazy to even move her fingers.

Before she could catch her breath, she heard the midwife screaming, "Miss, Miss is dead, she is dead!"

Madam Meng shuddered all over, sat up in shock from her dying illness, and almost crawled over.

But one of the children had a dark purple face and his little chest showed no sign of rising or falling.

Mrs. Meng's brain buzzed and her vision went dark. When she came to her senses, her fingers had already instinctively reached into the baby's mouth, and with a hook of her knuckles, she scraped out half a finger of sticky amniotic fluid.

Before she could wipe the baby's mouth, she leaned over and covered the baby's mouth and nose, sucking hard.

"Pooh!" A mouthful of turbid mucus was spit into the copper bowl, making a slight splashing sound.

"Hold your head!" She shouted at the stunned midwife, and placed her left hand firmly under the baby's neck, tilting its little head back slightly. Her right hand arched like a sparrow's tongue, and tapped twice on the palm-sized back.

"Wow——" a thin cry came out of the throat, like a wet kitten whimpering.