Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

After ordering water, Qin Xiuyuan held her in his arms and took a comfortable bath. Continuing from the previous chapter, he said, "They are all in the side courtyard. They are not allowed to come to the main courtyard to bother you."

"You've got a whole yard of women and children!"

... "You're talking nonsense again." He rubbed her sagging belly. After all, she was his subordinate's baby. He advised her, "Don't tie it up. Your health is the most important thing. I'll be outside from now on, okay?"

She has been given so much in the past ten years, but she has only accepted it twice. In return, she has four children, which is enough.

"I haven't had my period in the past three months. The old man said today that it's probably stopped. He muttered a long paragraph about something in the Neijing (Inner Canon) that says, 'The Yangming pulse weakens at the age of 57, the face starts to become sallow, and the hair starts to fall out...' At the age of 77, she stopped menstruating and is childless. In short, her blood and energy are declining prematurely."

Wangshu said the key point, "In the first few years without Guishui, my mood will fluctuate unpredictably, so I ask you to be patient with my temper."

So there is no difference between inside and outside.

Qin Xiuyuan frowned, "... old man, you are talking nonsense." The woman has been in good health these years. She does whatever she wants, eats and sleeps well, and rarely gets sick.

"Maybe by the time you come back, I'll have no desires whatsoever." During menopause, men are definitely more important than anything else.

"Nonsense!" The man glared at her. It was impossible that there was no place for him at night!

It turns out that the person only knows one four-character idiom today. He keeps talking nonsense.

Wangshu remained silent. Her menstrual period was frustrating, and her absence was even more frustrating. Pregnancy, childbirth, and breastfeeding were already painful for women, and then, with the arrow in her shoulder—the blood flowing, the flesh gouged, the dent—how could she not lose energy?

Qin Xiuyuan seemed to have thought of this reason as well. He rarely moved his hand from Abebe to the pit and still advised the woman to recuperate. Since she refused to drink bitter medicine and usually drank ginseng soup until she was about to vomit, she frowned when she smelled it.

The words were soft, "Eat ginseng soup and jujube cake every day and be obedient."

"Tender beef, fresh fish, sweet fruits and green leafy vegetables." She counted several items in one breath.

Slaughtering a cow is not easy, especially tender beef. The manor pond has a good supply of fish, and sweet fruits and green leafy vegetables are not too difficult to obtain in summer and autumn, but the difficulty lies in maintaining a constant supply.

"Okay. Eat these in summer and autumn, and drink ginseng soup and eat dates in winter and spring."

"Prepare more for the ice cellar."

Anyway, she just doesn't want to drink ginseng soup.

The two were still discussing, tying their nightgowns and preparing to turn off the lights for a nap, "Dad!!!!!!"

A loud roar shattered the silence of the night. Wangshu was so frightened that his heart began to beat fast. Yun Xiao's voice continued, "Mother! Sister, sister!"

"Go quickly!" She heard several roars from a distance, her eyelids twitching, she covered her chest, her heart almost jumping out, she pushed the person with one hand, and hurriedly pulled a cloak on herself. Her son's voice in the dark was terrified, scared and shrill. Qin Xiuyuan didn't have time to think about it, pushed the woman to Xiaoqing who rushed in, and rushed out with a sword.

"Let's...go quickly..."

Wangshu walked out holding the collar of his cloak, and the mistress in the side courtyard was awakened and started crying loudly.

"Madam, Miss Mingxi is choking...!"

"Mother!!!!!!!!!!! Sister!!!!!!"

There were continuous shrill cries and a lot of noise everywhere. Wangshu tried his best to suppress his rumbling heartbeat. He almost lifted her off the ground and carried her into the room with one hand on each side. Next to the small table in the middle was her daughter, her face covered with bruises and her mouth wide open, covering her neck. A man was scratching her throat with one hand and patting her back with the other. There were several people around, some carrying water and some covering their mouths and trembling.

Yun Xiao knelt on the ground, holding his head and yelling in despair. Wangshu felt the blood in his body freeze. Seeing Mingxi's eyes filled with tears and extreme pain, his neck was red from holding it in, his mind went blank, and his body went limp. Xiaoqing helped him crawl to his front, "Get out of the way!"

Then he pushed the man, "Let go!" Qin Xiuyuan slapped his hands vigorously, and put his fingers into his throat, causing Mingxi's mouth to open wide. He retched weakly several times, and his face turned more and more blue and purple. The hand covering his neck gradually softened. He screamed in panic, "Mingxi! Mingxi! Look at Daddy!"

"Let me go! I'm going to kill her!" Wangshu couldn't push him away, so he grabbed his face fiercely and screamed, "Qin Xiuyuan, let me go! I'm here! I told you to let me go, let me go!"

She was screaming and scratching him. Yun Xiao, who was standing by, became more and more frightened and screamed, "Ah! Dad! Mom! My sister is going to die! Ahhhhh!"

He felt no pain on his face, his ears buzzing with his son's roar. He waited for the woman to bite him hard, "Let go!"

The pain caused the person to let go, and Wangshu immediately took over and stood behind him, holding him upright. He clenched his fist and pressed it two fingers above the person's belly button. With one hand, he quickly and repeatedly thrust upward and inward with force, one, two, three times, one, two, three times...

"Mingxi, open your mouth..." She shouted as she exerted force, her loose hair swung in all directions. After more than ten times, Mingxi retched a few times, but her face was still blue and purple, and her face was covered with saliva...

"Shushu, let me do it." Qin Xiuyuan rubbed his face, looking increasingly anxious and flustered. He wanted to take over, but the woman refused to budge. He could only watch her movements from behind, covering the back of her hand with his big palm to increase her strength. One, two, three times...

Before Ji's father and mother even entered the house, they collapsed to the ground at the sight of their granddaughter's purple face. The old man, disheveled, was dragged in. He saw two finger-sized glutinous rice balls on the table, then looked at the girl's face, and his heart skipped a beat. The couple picked her up and pressed her abdomen, moving it up and down. He didn't even bother to check her pulse, but instead pinched her mouth open to clear out the foreign object...

Without him asking to take the pulse, no one dared to remind the lord, whose face was covered in blood, and the mistress, whose hair was disheveled and clothes were in disarray and who looked like a madman, to put the man down and take his pulse.

"Mingxi, Mingxi..." Wangshu's mind went blank at the end. He thrust upwards mechanically at a 45-degree angle, repeating the same words over and over again, "Mingxi, lower your head, open your mouth and spit hard... lower your head, open your mouth and spit hard..."

An unknown amount of time had passed, and some people around her seemed to be crying, some begging for mercy, and some praying to God. She closed her eyes, as if she was pushing the stone up the endless hillside bit by bit, gritting her teeth and waiting for the day when she would reach the top of the hillside. She didn't know whether it would be the next moment, a day, a year, or ten years. The stone was very heavy, and she was about to run out of strength. Fortunately, there were people helping her, and they kept helping her.

But the slope was too long, and everyone would eventually run out of energy. The rock was so heavy that when it came down it would crush them both together... a blur of flesh and blood...

It is not uncommon for babies to choke to death. If the blockage cannot be removed, there is no way to save them. As time goes by, everyone feels desperate and is afraid that they will not be able to hear the sound of the third watch tonight.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, amidst Yun Xiao's broken sobs, there were two heavenly sounds: "Ouch... Ouch..." Mingxi made a sound, and quickly stretched his neck forward, spitting out two clumps of foreign matter. He also let out a sharp "wow" sound, opened his mouth and took deep breaths, "Wuwu..."

"It's coming out! It's coming out!" Ji's mother clasped her hands together, tears welling in her eyes. She knelt down, crying and laughing, "God bless me! God bless me!"