Dust and Ember Song

Chapter 49

Dun Bei's medicine had a miraculous effect, but within two days, Zhong Yan was able to walk around.

Nian Qing's spring cold is also gradually recovering. Sister Su Li has recently personally sent soup and medicine to Nian Qing to take good care of the future demon queen, but today she is worried and always asks the servants in the bedroom that Ah Yan is well.

It wasn't until Zhong Yan felt strange that she sent an order to invite Nanny Su Li, and she hesitated for a long time before she decided to tell the truth.

"Mommy, please sit down." Zhong Yan's body was completely relaxed, but his heart still hurt a little.

"Ah Yan." Sister Su Li has always regarded Zhong Yan as her own child, and has taken care of the affairs of the main palace of Mount Cishan for him in every possible way.

She has lived in Mount Cishan for thousands of years, and because she inherited the immortal lineage of the deer demon clan, she is also good at resolving marriages, and she is the elder here.But her demon skills are not high, but she is very kind and admired.

"Mommy, please tell me." Zhong Yan poured tea for her.

"Although it is a good omen that Nianqing and you are in harmony, and has the appearance of prolonging blessings, but..." She drank some tea, and with Koudan's fingertips, she broke open a orange, handed it to Zhongyan, and said, "You Can you favor Nian Qing?"

He was puzzled, shook his head, and ate the sweet oranges that Yaonu went to the South China Sea to buy at the end of last year. Fortunately, this batch was of excellent quality and a considerable quantity, and he could eat it for many days.

"In this way... I can conclude that she was pregnant before she came to Mount Ci."

Zhong Yan almost choked, "How could this be..."

The mother couldn't help worrying that Nianqing would abort the child in secret because she couldn't hide it, "Nianqing is not very good at lying, but she actually said it was abdominal distension."

"Ah Yan, a demon conceives an offspring, which is not like conceiving in ten months in the human world. You only need to swallow the demon power on the mother's body, and they can grow up in a few days. This Nianqing has shown signs of pregnancy, and I am afraid she will give birth within three days. .”

"At this moment, you need to make a decision, whether to let her stay in the main palace and give birth to the child, or let the demon servant send her away immediately."

Zhong Yan gathered the oranges together and put them on a jade plate, "Grandma, give these oranges to her and say that I am grateful for her giving birth to Ci Shan's first son, and the post-sealing ceremony will be held as scheduled. "

"Ah Yan... this... Even if you leave the child in the main palace, it is not your blood after all..."

"Mommy, we are monster races, bloodlines are not important."

Sister Su Li sighed, "We have worked so hard to build the palace, and the rules and regulations, isn't it just to let the monsters live in a legitimate way, and they are no longer as ethereal as water without roots."

"Mommy, I remember telling you that I don't love Nianqing, so I don't care if I leave her child as the noble son and make her the demon queen..."

"Love is a rare thing. Since you think so, I will go to congratulate her and spread the good news to all the demon groups in Mount Ci."

Holding the plate full of oranges, she still couldn't help asking, "Have you thought about it clearly? Once you take on this responsibility, it will be irreversible."

After hearing this, he hesitated, "If we send her away, where can she go alone with the child?"

"Of course to find the father of the child..."

Then she was helpless, "If the child's father is a good man, Nian Qing wouldn't have the child and be your demon queen."

There was a commotion outside the hall, Fugui and Hurry came anxiously and fell to the ground.

Mammy hurriedly pulled them up, "Speak slowly if you have something to say, don't worry."

"Drums, drums, the drums of Lonely Mountain sounded out of nowhere..."

Before Fugui could finish speaking, the sound of the drum sounded rapidly, becoming more and more clear, hitting people's hearts directly, and the ground shook, as if the sky was about to collapse.

"Fugui, you go to pass the news to the main palace. Nurse, you and Hurry to save Nianqing!"

He deliberately calmed down, but his heart was full of fear, the wound on his heart hadn't healed yet, and his magic skills were weak, but he still arrived at Zhijin's room in an instant, and seeing her lying on the ground like a turtle, he didn't know whether to laugh at her for being stupid or hopeless The medicine is cute.

Seeing Zhong Yan approaching, Zhijin hugged him tightly, terrified beyond words.

He fled outside the main palace with her in his arms, the sound of the drums became more and more piercing, as if they were about to crush their bodies, he hugged her in his arms and collapsed to the ground.

There were about a hundred demon slaves in the main palace, all of them possessed good demon skills, but they still couldn't stand the breathtaking drumbeat, and died in an instant.

The veins between Zhongyan's forehead were bulging, and the sockets of his eyes were reddish. He didn't dare to think about what would happen to the group of monsters living in Mount Ci at this moment.

Is what the blue-robed immortal said about to come true? Not only his life, but also the lives of all living beings on Mount Ci...

He looked at Zhijin who was struggling to endure the violent drumming in his arms, did he really want her to go to the lonely mountain to shed blood beside the drum? No, no, never!Just let me fail the sentient beings in Cishan, God's retribution, I will spend several lives to repay it, and I will have no regrets!
A baby's cry sounded, and the drum beat suddenly dissipated.

Zhijin asked him dizzily, "Whose child is crying?"

Zhong Yan helped her up, looked around, looking for the direction of the crying, "Nian Qing's child."

"you……"

"It's her and someone else's child, not mine." Zhong Yan explained earnestly.

"other people?"

"I don't know, she was pregnant before she came to Mount Ci."

Zhijin couldn't help thinking of the name on the silk tree, could it be Qingdeng...

"Zhi, I'm going to Gushan right now, to find out what makes the drum sound, and wait for me here."

"I'll go with you." She held him, her eyes bright.

Zhong Yan embraced her and said softly, "I won't let anything happen to you."

On the top of the lonely mountain, there is a huge drum under a withered pine tree.

The drum head is old, the red paint is mottled, and the red silk tied on the drum body blows up with the wind, like a piece of forgotten elegance.

The mountain wind gradually became faster, and the drum sounded again, but it was not as tortured as before.

Zhong Yan conjured up an exquisite sword, the sword energy was overwhelming, he jumped into the air, his wide sleeves fluttered, and stabbed straight at the drum skin.

The drum skin was as hard as a rock, and Zhong Yan's sword had no effect. The force from the drum skin bounced back heavily on the ground, and blood gushed out from his throat.

Zhijin called his name, it was unbelievable that this unremarkable drum had such supernatural power, even Zhong Yan, who was a powerful monster with high mana, couldn't match it.

"This drum comes from here in this mountain... Mammy said, it's probably a gods..."

"Stop talking." She looked at the crimson dripping from the corner of Zhong Yan's mouth, and recalled that night he was covered in blood, and a drop of red tears fell from his eyes, and the teardrop happened to cover Zhong Yan's cinnabar mole.

At this moment, Zhong Yan felt as if his heart had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives, and he was secretly suffering. It seems that today is the day of my death...

"Zhong Yan, you promised me that nothing will happen..." She firmly grabbed his no longer warm hand, as if she wanted to forcefully pull him back from the border of death.

"...that year in...the world...the wish...not for longevity...but for no regrets...I think...I...should..." The cinnabar mole on his neck turned into a crabapple, Floating in front of Zhizhu's eyes.

She wanted to wave it away, but the crabapple flower entered her eyebrows in an instant. Like that day, a vague but memorable picture appeared in her mind: the quiet river, with intoxicating crabapple beside the river, Pink and white dragging.

(End of this chapter)