vrcanaries Chapter 492 Qin 9 Micro Production
Chapter 492 Qin 9 Micro Production
Small Buddhist shrine.
Xie Jue knelt on the prayer mat, his hands clasped together.
He closed his eyes and recited the words with his mouth opening and closing.
"Merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva, please give me a little sister. I really, really love little sisters. If you give me a little sister, I will bring you delicious food every day. My mother's plum blossom cakes, osmanthus sugar, red bean cakes... I will give them all to you."
Her voice was soft and gentle, yet incredibly earnest.
Xie Jing stood by the palace gate, his temple twitching slightly twice.
So the solution you came up with was to pray to gods and Buddhas...
Superstition and superstition are not to be trusted...
Xie Jing turned to look at Xie Jingchun, knowing that his older brother would definitely not believe this.
As a result, Xie Jingchun stood there and listened for a while.
Suddenly, as if touched by something, she stepped forward without warning and knelt down on the prayer mat next to Xie Jue without saying a word.
Then he put his hands together, closed his eyes, and looked solemn and sincere.
Xie Jing: ...
He remained silent for a moment, then turned to look at the Buddha statue, glancing at the sandalwood incense burning in the incense burner with a complex expression.
The small Buddhist hall fell silent for a moment.
Only two boys, one older and one younger, knelt side by side on the prayer mats, each making a sincere wish.
After Xie Jingchun and Xie Jue made a sincere wish.
He clasped his hands together and bowed three times before reluctantly standing up.
Xie Jingchun looked up at Xie Jing, who was still standing by the door, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Second brother, why don't you come and pay your respects too?"
Xie Jue quickly echoed, her little face full of seriousness.
"Yes, second brother, you want a little sister too, right? Why don't you pray to the Bodhisattva?"
Xie Jing said indifferently, "I will not worship."
"Why don't you pray?" Xie Jue frowned, puzzled. "What if the Bodhisattva grants your request?"
Xie Jing's tone remained calm. "Wishes cannot be fulfilled by simply praying. If she really has a younger sister, it is because her parents have accumulated great blessings, which is not something I can obtain through three prayers."
Xie Jingchun: "...You just don't believe me."
Xie Jue pouted and snorted, muttering under her breath, "Don't you dare try to take our sister away from us in the future."
After saying that, the two brothers went out of the house one after the other.
Xie Jing didn't move.
He stood at the threshold of the Buddhist hall, looking up at the compassionate and serene Guanyin statue inside.
He stood there for a long time until he heard the two people's footsteps fade into the distance.
He quietly stepped forward and lit an incense stick as well.
Qinglan Courtyard.
After hearing the maid's report, Qin Jiuwei raised her hand to her forehead and couldn't help but chuckle.
"What is all this nonsense?"
She murmured a sentence, her eyes full of tenderness, "These children are even more anxious than I am."
The maid beside her covered her mouth and chuckled, "The three young masters are all very concerned about Madam's health. Young Master Jue even said that after his little sister is born, he will tell her stories to lull her to sleep."
Qin Jiuwei shook her head and smiled, her eyes full of tenderness.
As Qin Jiuwei's due date drew closer, the atmosphere in the entire Marquis's residence became increasingly tense.
Xie Yanli personally consulted a large number of ancient books and medical classics.
She even consulted the imperial physicians and midwives in the palace, meticulously recording all the precautions for childbirth, how to deal with emergencies, and postpartum care.
He and Xie Jing worked almost overnight to reorganize these notes, categorizing them by content and binding them into a booklet.
After the book was completed, Xie Yanli specially instructed people to distribute it to every maid, housekeeper, and kitchen servant inside and outside Qinglan Courtyard, so that everyone would be familiar with it.
Xie Jing personally checked several people's answers, and those who couldn't answer were punished by having to copy the answers.
Even Xie Jue, who was not yet fully literate, received a book and sat by Qin Jiuwei's couch every day, reciting it aloud.
"Pregnant women should not get angry, pregnant women should not eat cold foods, and pregnant women need to rest quietly for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn each day..."
He shook his head and swayed like a little teacher.
The maid standing nearby couldn't help but laugh, "Young Master Jue, you've memorized all of this?"
Xie Jue looked up. "Of course, I must protect my mother!"
After saying that, she continued turning the page, muttering softly, "I need to prepare hot water, scissors, and clean handkerchiefs before giving birth. I've remembered all of that!"
No one in the courtyard dared to slack off.
Looking at the entire courtyard, which seemed to be on high alert, Qin Jiuwei couldn't help but shake her head with a soft laugh.
However, this was her first time giving birth, and such meticulous preparation certainly put her at ease.
The bell tolls far and wide at Jingxin Temple.
Xie Yanli stood in front of the hall, having just received a protective talisman that had just been recited at the altar.
The amulet, with its symbol drawn in cinnabar, was placed in a clean white silk bag.
He looked down at the amulet, gently stroking it with his fingertips, but his heart was still uneasy.
"Is this for your family members?" a young monk in the temple asked with a smile.
Xie Yanli nodded, his voice low, "For my wife, she's about to give birth."
The young monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."
Xie Yanli responded softly and turned to leave the temple.
Just as he mounted his horse, he saw a servant of the Xie family rushing towards him from afar, shouting repeatedly.
"Young Master! Young Madam, Young Madam is about to give birth!"
Xie Yanli paused, as if he had been frozen in place.
"what?!"
"Her water just broke, and the midwife has already arrived at the hospital, but the young mistress is in a lot of pain and says it's probably going to happen soon!"
Xie Yanli immediately cracked his whip and rushed out of the mountain gate in an instant.
He nearly broke the reins, urging the horse to gallop, sending sand and stones flying along the mountain path.
My heartbeat almost drowned out the sound of the horse's hooves.
He had never been in such a hurry.
He held the amulet tightly in his palm, it was damp with sweat, but he dared not loosen his grip even a little.
Half an hour later, at the gate of the Marquis's mansion, the servants guarding the gate saw the figure rushing towards them from afar and were so startled that they rushed out to greet it.
"Your Majesty!"
Before the horse had even steadyed itself, Xie Yanli practically leaped off the ground, landing on his first foot and rushing into the mansion gate without even taking off his cloak.
They rushed straight towards Qinglan Courtyard.
He had just stepped into the courtyard when he let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Qin Jiuwei's voice was filled with unbearable pain and sobs, as if she were about to be torn apart at any moment.
Xie Yanli felt as if a knife had been plunged into his heart, and his face turned deathly pale instantly.
He lifted his foot and was about to rush into the house.
Granny Song, quick-witted and agile, immediately reached out to stop him, saying urgently, "Young Master, you mustn't! The delivery room is unclean; men are not allowed to enter. This is an ancestral rule..."
"Step aside!"
Xie Yanli's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot. He shoved Song Mama aside and practically crashed into the room.
The room was filled with heat, the smell of medicine mixed with the stench of blood, and sweat soaked through the bedding.
Qin Jiuwei lay on the couch, her face pale and her forehead covered in cold sweat.
Her lips were slightly purple, and her hands gripped the edge of the bed tightly. The bedding beneath her was already stained red with blood.
She was in so much pain that she couldn't speak, and could only gasp for breath.
Xie Yanli staggered to her bedside, knelt down, and grasped her sweaty hand, calling out in a trembling voice: "Jiuwei."
Qin Jiuwei weakly turned her head, a hazy light appearing in her eyes, as if she had heard him.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Xie Yanli wiped the sweat from her forehead while holding her hand tightly, his voice already choked with emotion.
"We will never have any more children... never again..."
Inside the room, the midwife was busy and sweating profusely, urging everyone on in a low voice.
"Young Madam, just a little more force, just a little more!"
Qin Jiuwei used almost all her last strength, clenching her teeth tightly, her body trembling violently.
The next moment, a baby's cry pierced the oppressive air.