Chapter 72: The Birth of Liuliu
As time passed, Yihuan felt a tearing pain in her lower body. For a moment, she didn't know what year it was. She didn't know whether she had really lived in the Qing Dynasty for six years, or had returned to the starting point of everything.

The midwife saw Yihua's eyes were a little distracted and pinched her without hesitation: "Please forgive me, Madam, you can't be distracted at this time. Focus your mind, let's push harder! Push harder!"

Pain is a good medicine to keep people awake. Yihua followed the instructions of the midwife and gave birth to a daughter with great difficulty when the day broke.

She weighs 6.6 jin and is a little chubby.

After treating Yihua's body, the midwife washed her hands and immediately walked out of the inner room: "I congratulate Lord Beile on the birth of his new little princess."

"How is Fu Jin?"

"Production has consumed my spirit, and now it is sleeping."

"Okay, okay." Yinzhen was very happy about his daughter who came towards him in the morning sun. Just as he was about to say that he would give her half a year's salary, he suddenly saw the cautious looks of the servants around him and understood, "Su Peisheng, give the whole courtyard a year's salary."

This is his daughter, as noble as his son, and he will never allow servants to treat her differently!
"Madame Chen, the little princess has just been born, and the wife is not in good health. You have to take good care of her. If there is anything, come to the front yard and report it in time." Yinzhen emphasized and said to the imperial physician Jiang who had been sitting all night, "I'd like to trouble the imperial physician Jiang to check the wife's pulse."

"This is my duty." After drinking cold tea all night, Doctor Jiang moved his stiff body. He first warmed his hands by the stove. After the temperature came up, he checked on the little princess who was still sleeping, nodded with satisfaction, and then checked Yihuan's pulse through the gauze curtain.

Half a cup of tea passed, and Qin Imperial Physician knelt down in front of Yinzhen and said, "My Lord, the little princess is fine. She has mild jaundice, and she will be fine after getting some sun."

"It's just that Fu Jin has hurt her vitality this time, and her health is seriously weak. She needs to take good care of herself. It's best not to have children in the next few years. Otherwise... it will affect her lifespan."

"You dare to say anything." Yinzhen raised his eyebrows when he heard this. Did he know what it meant to prevent the women in the prince's backyard from giving birth to children? He said such words without any embellishment.

Qin Imperial Physician knelt down and continued, "I have been watching coldly all night. Prince Beile values ​​his wife more than his offspring. He is a man who values ​​love. That is why I dare to speak up and give him some advice."

"Get up, don't kneel anymore. The Lady and the little princess still rely on your medical skills, you'd better not catch a cold now." Yinzhen admitted in his heart that he valued Yihuan, but he always felt a little hot on his face when he said it from someone else.

Yinzhen glanced at the sleeping Yihuan and the little princess lying beside her from a distance, and returned to the front yard with satisfaction, where two children were waiting for him.

Su He did not dare to hide it and immediately passed the message to Su Peisheng.

Su Peisheng quickly reported to Yinzhen that it was indeed an accident that Honghui woke up in the middle of the night. It can only be said that they are connected by heart, and when the mother suffers, the son can sense it in some way.

In the small Buddhist hall, Honghui saw that the eldest princess had been kneeling for a while and her body was shaking but she was still holding on. He was worried about her health, but also knew that this was not right, so he went back to the bedroom.

This was the first time that the eldest princess had set foot here. Honghui asked the servants to bring a new quilt for the eldest princess to cover her with to keep her warm, and to light a few more stoves. The brother and sister drank a cup of hot milk tea and slowly fell asleep together.

Seeing that the masters had finally fallen asleep, the servants did not dare to move them easily. As the sky was getting brighter, it would take another hour or two for the eldest prince to wash up and go to the palace.

So, when Yinzhen came to Honghui's yard, he saw the brother and sister relying on each other.

The eldest princess might be subconsciously worried about Honghui, and she hugged Honghui with her arms loosely. Honghui leaned on the eldest princess's shoulder, drooling.

Shaking his head, Yinzhen first carefully picked up his daughter by the waist, and signaled Su Peisheng to carry Honghui to the couch in the room. He covered the eldest princess tightly with his cloak, went all the way back to her yard, stopped the servants who wanted to speak and salute with his eyes, and gently put her on the bed.

"Don't call you Gege in the morning, let her sleep a little longer."

"Yes."

Back to Honghui, he was not as soundly asleep as the eldest princess and was already awake.

"Father, Honghui has a little sister, right?" Su Peisheng had already told Honghui the good news. Knowing that his mother was fine, Honghui shook off yesterday's depression and regained his usual energy. "Does the little sister look like mother?" Honghui was a little curious. He wanted to go over and see her right away, but he was afraid of disturbing his mother's rest.

Yinzhen poked Honghui's shoulder and said, "Very similar. Go back to sleep. I'll ask for leave for you in the study room today."

Honghui rubbed his eyes. He was indeed very sleepy. He had been extremely nervous the whole night and now that he had relaxed, he just wanted to sleep. He didn't expect that his father was so considerate.

Seeing that Yinzhen's happy expression was genuine, Honghui was completely relieved and fell asleep immediately.

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When Yihuan woke up, she saw Honghui gently pushing the rocking chair, and from time to time he would come closer and whisper to the doll in the rocking chair.

Madam Ulanara was the first to notice that Yihuan had woken up, and she quickly went forward and stuffed a pillow behind her back, allowing her to sit up comfortably.

"The little princess is in very good health. She weighs 15.6 pounds, which is heavier than Prince Honghui was when he was young." Lady Ulanara's face was full of smiles. She gave birth to a bunch of sons before the little Jiaojiao Yihuan. She liked girls very much and thought her granddaughter was the best. Even her granddaughter's burp was beautiful.

"Six pounds and six ounces, you're such a fat girl." Yihua drank some water to moisten her dry throat, "In that case, let's call you Liuliu."

When Honghui heard this, he looked up at Yihuan and said, "Mother, what is Honghui's nickname?"

Yihuan waved at him: "Honghui, I scared you yesterday."

Honghui nodded first and then shook his head: "Mother, my elder sister was with me yesterday, so I'm not afraid."

The eldest princess? Yihuan was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, she felt that it was reasonable. The eldest princess and Honghui were each other's only playmates for a period of time when they were young, so there was still some kind of friendship between them.

"Don't be afraid, mother will always be with you, and will watch you get married and have children." Yihua said with a smile, "You don't have a nickname, and the name Honghui is your unique mark in this world. Mother thinks this is great."

Honghui understood a little, and asked tentatively: "Did mother give it to Honghui personally?"

Yihuan shook her head: "Honghui's name was given by the emperor, what are you talking about?"

Honghui blushed, and he thought...

"You see, the Emperor loves you so much that he gave you a name on your third birthday. Your sister will be given a name only after she gets married, just like the eldest princess. So mother wants to give her a nickname. We can call her that in private. What do you think?"

"Okay," Liuliu smiled. She also likes this name. Seeing the innocent smile on the baby's face, Honghui said in surprise, "Mother, how could my sister bite her own feet? She is so unhygienic."

“Hahaha!” Yihuan laughed so hard that her stomach started to ache. “Big brother, not to mention second brother, you also chewed it when you were a child. Besides, mother has preserved the calligraphy.”

Honghui's eyes widened, and he asked in disbelief: "Mobao?"

"Yes, mother plans to leave it to your wife in the future as a wedding gift, okay?" Yihuan teased him with evil intentions. Honghui was tense when he came in, and it was obvious that he was scared by her. Yihuan wanted to ease his emotions, so she didn't care about the pain all over her body, and joked with Honghui as usual.

"Son...son will go back and leave precious pictures for my sister, which may be useful in the future." With the mentality that happiness is better shared with others than enjoyed alone, Honghui walked out of Yihuan's yard.

Seeing Honghui's back disappear, Yihuan immediately turned over and began to dry heave. Her body, which had just been holding on, began to tremble. The people in the room were so panicked that they hurried to help Yihuan calm down.

After catching her breath for a long time, Yihua lay down and felt much more comfortable: "Don't tell Honghui a word about what happened just now."

At this time, Honghui stopped at the corner outside the main courtyard, turned his head and looked fixedly in the direction he came out. He gritted his teeth, recalled his mother's right hand that was shaking like a sieve hidden in the quilt, and tried to calm himself down.

Mom, please get better soon!