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    A voice came through the door. Chen Zaixing bowed slightly to James and said, "Excuse me, Mr. James!" "Please feel free, I can appreciate these two wonderful pieces of porcelain!" James smiled and pointed.  Two exquisite porcelain plates on the coffee table nearby.  "Thank you very much!" Chen Zaixing walked quickly to the door, and Jiang Zhiqing, who was standing by the door, hurriedly handed over a copy of the telegram.  Chen Zaixing opened it and took a look, his face changed slightly, and he saw only six words on the message: "Luo Lin was born prematurely, come home soon!" "You immediately prepare for me a ticket for the nearest passenger ship to Myanmar!" Chen Zaixing said lowly.  He ordered in a loud voice.  "Yes, sir!" Jiang Zhiqing nodded, turned around and was about to leave, but was pulled back by Chen Zaixing: "After I leave, take my film and go to the Consultative Bureau and let you work in the Poor Workhouse.  Find more forging and machinery workers and send them to Myanmar. The iron factories and railway construction sites are in urgent need of such people. Also, have the two porcelain plates on the coffee table wrapped and sent to Mr. James tomorrow.  Go home!" "Yes, sir!" Mandalay, Royal Palace, Luolin Palace.  This gorgeous building that combines Southeast Asian and Chinese characteristics was rebuilt on the ruins of the original building after the Xipao Rebellion six years ago. Due to Chen Zaixing's personal hobbies, this building does not have any of the features commonly seen in Southeast Asian architecture.  A large number of reliefs and sculptures of gods, Buddhas, demons, and asuras were replaced by rockeries, pools, wooden pavilions, bamboo forests, and courtyards full of Jiangnan garden characteristics.  Among the palaces, this palace has the strongest living atmosphere. Unlike other buildings in the palace, it looks strict and scary. It is more like a temple shared by humans and gods than a human residence.  But today, the atmosphere of this building is completely different. Various statues of gods and Buddhas fill every corridor and house. Along with these statues, groups of monks wearing red and yellow robes pour in.  , these monks burned incense candles and recited scriptures that no one could understand. The sound of their scriptures mixed with the atmosphere of sandalwood, adding an extra uneasy atmosphere to the palace.  On the lawn outside the gate, about twenty nobles and monks looked at the building that was used as a delivery room not far away with complicated emotions. These people were either powerful nobles or extremely famous people in Myanmar.  Religious leaders are all important people who usually stomp on the ground and the ground will shake. But at this time, they couldn't even enter the courtyard and could only stand outside and wait silently.  These old foxes who have been in the political circle for decades know well that the health and gender of the child who is about to be born, as well as the safety of the mother and child, will have a great impact on the fight for the Kingdom of Myanmar in the next few decades.  Being part of it will also have a great impact on their future interests.  "Master Yu Wen, Your Majesty the Princess has been in the delivery room for four hours, but she hasn't come out yet. Look at this -" A nobleman in a light red brocade robe asked in a low voice to the monk aside.  It was not high, but it was enough for everyone present to hear clearly. Although the other nobles and monks tried their best to pretend not to care, they still instinctively came closer.  The monk carefully looked at the New Army soldiers standing in front of the gate not far away with guns, and replied in a low voice: "Both Your Majesties are descendants of the gods, and all the prayers and divination performed before have been obtained."  Auspicious answer, so it will be fine!" "That's natural, that's natural!" Not getting the expected answer made the nobleman a little embarrassed. He carefully observed the other person's face for a while and gritted his teeth.  He asked in a low voice: "Honored Master, the Buddha has given you enough wisdom to master the most subtle mysteries of the law. I have a small worry that has never been answered. I hope you can relieve this worry for me. I don't know if you can."  "Okay?" The monk looked at the nobleman in surprise, as if he was wondering why the other party suddenly raised this question at this time, but he still nodded: "Of course, if the Buddha once gave me some wisdom, then it is.  In order to relieve the troubles of the world, how can a monk refuse the request of the world? " "Your Majesty, my question is if Her Majesty the eldest princess gives birth to a son, then whether this son also has a sacred power?  Where is the bloodline?" The monk frowned. He had roughly guessed the other party's intention, but he still nodded: "Yes, if it is the son born by the eldest princess, he will naturally have sacred bloodline, but this one  The bloodline is just far away from the god¡¯s bloodline!¡± ¡°According to the law, only the sacred bloodline can ascend to the sacred throne, otherwise this child will not be protected by the god.¡±  "Yes!" The monk's face became more and more ugly: "But His Majesty the King is still young and has enough time to give birth to a sacred offspring.?, they are the true owners and heirs of the throne, and what you just said will not happen at all.  " "Yes, His Majesty the King and his descendants are naturally closer to the bloodline of the gods, and naturally have more full rights to ascend the sacred throne.  "The noble's voice became deeper, and his eyes became gloomy: "But who knows what will happen?  The blood of the gods cannot make the king immortal. A glass of poisonous wine and a dagger can solve the problem.  " "You¡ª¡ª" The monk's eyes widened, and he wanted to rebuke the other party loudly, but he couldn't open his mouth. At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd, and the two of them turned around and saw Luo Qin and Diok.  , Maung Ji and his party are walking this way along the corridor "See Your Majesty!"  " The nobles and monks hurriedly bowed to the visitor. The three people did not stop. They just nodded slightly and walked into the courtyard quickly. Looking at the backs of the three people, the atmosphere on the lawn outside the courtyard changed.  It was weird. In the delivery room, Luo Lin was lying on the bed. Although the midwife beside her kept wiping the sweat off her face with a towel, new sweat continued to drip from her forehead and tangled her long hair.  They were all wet. Compared to her swollen belly, her pale face looked extremely small and pitiful. The two midwives held her little hands and encouraged her in a low voice: "Your Majesty, please use a little more strength.  Use a little more force and it will come out immediately.  " Luo Lin nodded. She no longer had the strength to speak. The nearly four hours of torture had exhausted most of her strength. At this time, she could only make a low moan. The severe pain in her lower body made her think  She had been torn apart, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans were rolling down her forehead. A thought suddenly flashed in her mind - was she going to die here? Luo was walking in a hurry outside the delivery room.  Quickly rushing towards the door, a tall, dark-skinned Sikh officer stepped forward to stop him and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, please wait here. Your Majesty the eldest princess is giving birth now!"  " "Simba, get out of the way, I want to go in and see how my sister is doing!  "Luo Qin waved his arms irritably, as if this could make the person in front of him disappear. But the Sikh officer did not get out of the way. He stretched out his arms, and his burly body blocked Luo Qin's way like a wall.  "Your Majesty the King, please wait outside, you can't go in now!  " "Get out of the way, I am the king!  "Luo Qin's voice raised a tune. He stared at the ignorant guy in front of him with wide eyes. He knew that most of these brother-in-law's private mercenaries were originally British mercenaries. After the mutiny, they were afraid of returning to India and being subject to the British.  Only human punishment remains in Myanmar: ¡°You traitors and bastards who deserve to be hanged!  "His voice was full of contempt and disgust that could not be concealed. A trace of angry blush appeared on Simba's dark face, but it was not obvious. He controlled his emotions, took half a step back, and backhanded  Holding the handle of the knife at his waist, he drew out his sword and drew a horizontal line on the ground: "Dear Your Majesty, the order I accepted is that no one, including you, can enter the delivery room during the delivery of Your Majesty the Princess.  I will apologize to Mr. Chen for disrespecting His Majesty after he returns, but before that, anyone who dares to cross this line will pay the price with his life!  "Having said this, Simba made a gesture, and the dozen guards behind him took a step back and took off the rifles from their shoulders. Looking at the black muzzles in front of him and the cold eyes of the soldiers, Luo Qin trembled all over  Getting up, he wanted to yell, reprimand, or order the New Army soldiers outside the door to come in and drive away these "despicable" Sikh soldiers, but these sounds froze in his throat, and an already unfamiliar emotion took over.  Luo Qin knew very well that this was fear in his mind and body. ¡°Your Majesty, please wait a moment. Now is not the time for Your Majesty to see you!  "A voice came from behind, it was Diok's voice. It seemed like a thawing potion, which restored Luo Qin from his stiff state. He nodded and stepped aside. An attendant had already brought a chair.  Come over and let him sit down. Seeing the other party retreat, Simba returned the sword to his sheath and made a gesture. The soldiers also hung their rifles back on their shoulders and stood aside. At this moment, there was a sudden sound from inside the room.  There was a high-pitched scream, followed by several cries. Luo Qin jumped up from his chair and shouted: "How is my sister? Is the baby out?"  "In the delivery room, Luo Lin lay exhausted on the bed. Her face was as pale as paper. The baby's cry came from one side, but an irresistible tiredness enveloped her and made her fall asleep. "Your Majesty,  His Majesty!  " I don't know how long it has passed, but a familiar voice woke Luo Lin up from her sleep. She opened her eyes with great effort, and what came into view was a man with wrinkled and slightly red skin.The midwife next to me said excitedly: "Your Majesty, look, it's a son! It's a son!"
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