The indigo lion looked around and found that there was an empty throne in the deepest part of the Taoist Temple.
Only the most important Taoist Temple had a main hall and a throne, which was always empty because it belonged to Haotian. It was the seat of Haotian.
It walked to Sangsang, bit her clothes carefully, and gently put her on the throne. Then it tore off a few pieces of gauze and covered her body to keep her warm.
Even the most devout believer would not think that Sangsang was Haotian when she was covered in blood and about to give birth. However, the indigo lion insisted that she was Haotian and she was the only true Buddha.
The indigo lion was very satisfied with its own persistence and loyalty. Thinking of the Big Black Horse abandoning its master, it was angry at its disloyalty and felt sorry for its incompetence. It thought that it would secretly bite it if there was a chance.
Sangsang lay on the throne, exhausted and powerless. Waves of pain came from her abdomen, and her face became paler and paler. More and more beads of sweat appeared on her cheeks, and she did not even have the strength to raise her hands.
The indigo lion looked at her and was very nervous. It anxiously circled around the throne, and its tail brushed the wall from time to time, sweeping the solemn and sacred statues of the Goddess of Heaven on the wall into pieces.
Suddenly, there was a clamor outside the Taoist Temple. Maybe those divine priests and deacons who escaped gathered people for something. The indigo lion stared at the door of the temple vigilantly. If anyone came to disturb its master's childbirth, it would not wait for any orders and would directly bite them to death.
Clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter!
The Big Black Horse galloped into the temple, and on its back sat a fat middle-aged woman. Her face was paler than Sangsang's, and her hands were tightly grasping the front of the saddle, as if she would faint at any time.
The middle-aged woman was a midwife.
She had never imagined that she would be kidnapped by a horse, or that she would see an indigo lion that was half as tall as a Taoist temple, or that one day she would give birth to a child in a Taoist temple, or that the woman who gave birth to the child would have a sword stuck in her abdomen. She was covered in blood and looked like a devil.
Thinking back, she felt that she had delivered countless babies in her life, and had seen countless bloody and ugly scenes. Otherwise, she would definitely faint. Of course, she would rather faint earlier.
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Sangsang was lying on the throne. After taking a dose of medicinal powder, she felt a little better. She opened her eyes and looked at the busy middle-aged woman outside the gauze curtain. She asked weakly, "When will it be born?"
It was already dusk, and a long time had passed since the beginning of labor pains. The midwife had been shouting slogans beside Sangsang until her throat was hoarse, but she still did not give birth.
Sangsang was sweating all over, and the curtain under her was also wet. Her hair was messy on her pale cheeks. She looked very pitiful, but fortunately, her eyes were still focused.
The middle-aged woman walked to the front of the throne and looked at the blood sword in her abdomen. She said in a trembling voice, "It's always like this when it's the first time. If you use more strength later, perhaps you'll be able to come out?"
Sangsang heard the uncertainty in her voice. She frowned slightly and felt a little unhappy. She wanted to say something, but found that her strength was rapidly disappearing. She had to close her eyes and continue to rest, preparing for the next time.
Of course, the middle-aged woman wanted to leave, especially after she judged that it would be difficult for this woman to give birth naturally. She had tried to sneak out an hour ago, but when she saw the mighty and huge indigo lion bite off the upper bodies of three Divine Hall Knights, she obediently walked back.
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She still did not give birth.
Looking at the pale Sangsang, the middle-aged woman suddenly felt some sympathy. She came to her side and said, "We have to do something. If it's really a difficult birth, two lives will be lost."
Sangsang looked at her and said weakly, "What is it?"
The middle-aged woman showed a kind of pride on her face. She said, "Don't worry. My method has saved many fat boys. It's absolutely no problem."
She untied her toolbox from the saddle of Big Black and took out a round-headed pliers. She lifted the curtain covering Sangsang and was about to look between her legs.
Sangsang said indifferently, "Don't look."
The middle-aged woman was a little startled. She said with a bitter smile, "Sister, you never let me look … How can I help you give birth if I don't look? We are both women, and you are going to be a mother. Why are you still so shy? "
Sangsang looked at her and said calmly and indisputably, "Don't look."
The middle-aged woman looked at the obstetric pliers in her hand and sighed, "This method is from Chang 'an. But no matter how good it is, you have to use it carefully."
"No need for that."
Sangsang's sight moved from the pliers to the sword in her abdomen.
Looking at the sword, she frowned slightly and kept silent for a long time. Her chest rose and fell slightly. She accumulated all the remaining strength in her body to the last moment, and then reached out to hold the hilt.
The sword was the Drunkard, a sword in a flagon. It had been washed by the strongest wine. Except for her own blood, it was clean.
She held the hilt and pulled it down.
With a swish, the blade cut through her flesh. Blood spread like a river crossing a dam.
The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes and was about to faint.
Sangsang's face was pale. Her voice was intermittent and weak, but extremely firm, "Don't faint!"
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A baby's cry was heard in the Taoist Hall. It was not pleasant, and it was a little noisy.
For Sangsang, it was the same for the big black horse and the indigo lion. Her attention was mainly on the wound in her abdomen, while the big black horse and the indigo lion were focused on her.
As for the middle-aged midwife, she took out the baby from the bloody wound and cleaned it with her strong willpower. Finally, she could not bear the madness of life and fainted.
Sangsang wanted to heal the wound in her abdomen, but found that the remaining strength was too weak to do it. So she sewed it up with a needle and wiped it with the last bit of light in her palm. She fainted several times during the process. When she woke up, she continued to do it. She was in extreme pain, but she was still expressionless.
After the horrible wound was sewed up, the last bit of light played a decisive role. When the blood was wiped clean, only the needle and thread marks could be seen, but not the shape of the wound.
Sangsang was very tired, but somewhat satisfied. She felt that she had done a good job.
Of course, it was because she had done a good job as a human.
Suddenly, she thought of a very small thing many years ago.
Before she went to Chang 'an from the City of Wei, she felt that her needlework was not good enough, at least not as good as those young ladies in Chang' an. Ning Que seemed to think so too.
She thought that he could not say that in the future.
She thought of some trivial things and old things to distract herself and relieve the pain and fatigue. Then she remembered that she seemed to have forgotten something. She looked to her side and frowned.
She seemed to be a little annoyed or unhappy, but she was actually a little confused.
Right next to her, very close, lay two babies.
The two babies were very clean with their eyes closed. They were so pink that it could not be described as jade.
The problem was, how could there be two?
She was the omniscient Haotian. How could she not know that she was pregnant with twins?
Ning Que had asked her in the cabin in the Snow Region whether it was a boy or a girl. She said that she did not know. She really did not know. Because she was very resistant to the fact that she was pregnant, she had never felt it.
She was confused enough about giving birth to a baby, and it was even more so when she gave birth to two at once.
What should she do next?
Her face was a little pale and her eyes were a little flustered.
She looked under the Divine Throne and found that the middle-aged midwife had already fainted, or in a deep sleep. How could she still be snoring at this time?
She lifted the legs of the two babies and looked at them, confirming that one was a boy and the other was a girl.
Her movements were a little clumsy and even a little rude.
The indigo lion lowered its head and was too embarrassed to look. The Big Black Horse stepped its front hooves helplessly and tore off a piece of cloth with its mouth. It put it on the Divine Throne and covered the two babies.
That year, when the fat aunt gave birth, she did wrap the babies very tightly. Maybe they were afraid of the cold?
Sangsang sat up with difficulty and wrapped the two babies with the cloth. But it was very messy. It did not look like she was wrapping the babies, but more like she was wrapping something, like a powder box.
She held the babies in her arms, which inevitably looked a little awkward.
At this moment, the baby boy suddenly opened his mouth and cried loudly, as if he was infected. The baby girl in her right hand also cried, one after another, just like at the beginning.
She frowned slightly, a little unhappy and a little annoyed.
"Don't cry."
She looked at the two babies in her arms and said expressionlessly.
She did not have any Divine Power now, but her words were still as majestic and solemn as the sea.
But how could a newborn baby feel any majesty?
Even a newborn calf would not be afraid of a tiger. Haotian's newborn children were naturally fearless.
The Taoist Temple was filled with the babies' cries.
Sangsang was a little annoyed and panicked.
She suddenly closed her eyes and furrowed her brows tightly. She furrowed her brows very tightly and forcefully. She wanted to use this method to remember some memories from a long time ago.
Finally, she managed to remember it.
At that time, it finally rained in Hebei Province. She was still a baby, lying quietly in Ning Que's arms. At that time, his arms were also very thin, but it was very comfortable to lie in.
Recalling the way Ning Que held her, her arms gradually became less stiff. They became softer and slightly bent. The two babies obviously felt more comfortable and their cries gradually became lower.
There were still some things to do.
She remembered that at that time, Ning Que got rice paste from somewhere and fed it to her with his mouth bit by bit.
Babies had to eat rice paste. If there was no rice paste, then they would have to drink milk, or vice versa.
She opened her eyes, untied her blood-stained clothes, and began to feed the babies.
The big black horse and the indigo lion had already left and quietly waited at the door of the temple.
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(There are four things in today's report, one more than usual.
First, a certain letter's official account will be holding a lucky draw after the novel is completed. Everyone is welcome to take a look and give your suggestions for the prize in advance. See if you want the book or something else. Once again, the number is: maoni1118.
Secondly, in the chapter of shooting the Abbey Dean in the sea of flowers the day before yesterday, the position numbers were 1989 and 0309. That's my hobby. Just like today's chapter, it's also my hobby. In fact, I've been thinking about whether to write this chapter since two months ago. But then I felt that it would be the best if I wrote it. Indeed, it's the best. Very good, a match made in heaven, not only referring to the fact that she gave birth to a pair of twins, but also referring to her and Ning Que. I've always thought that they were a match made in heaven. No, he is the main character of this play, whether it is his bloodline or the memories of the past. I give myself a thumbs up.
Third, I recommend my old friend Lin Ma's novel, called No One Lives Forever in the End of the World. It is being updated at Qidian. The old author is trustworthy, please support it.
Fourth, the last thing that everyone would like to see … Unfortunately, something will happen tomorrow, and it will not break. I will say this in advance, but there will be more the day after tomorrow. Good night.)
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