Dressed like a loser and went to raise a baby

Chapter 700 Where is the roar coming from?

Ayao's confinement was full and her leg injury had recovered. Early in the morning, she followed Caiwei to help in the kitchen.

Although her group has not had much work to do these days, and it has not been her turn to cook, she has been off for a whole month. Now that she is better, she wants to do more to make up for it.

"Is your leg injury healed?" The person who was already washing vegetables and pots in the kitchen asked A Yao with concern when he saw A Yao coming.

Ayao nodded, "Everything is fine."

"It's good. I haven't seen you for almost a month and you have lost weight. You should eat more in the future." Alan said when he saw that A Yao's chin was a little sharper than before.

"Yeah." Ayao nodded vigorously.She has not eaten badly this month, and Sister Caiwei often gives her some small meals, but instead of gaining weight, she has actually lost weight. Aborting a child is still too harmful to the body.

Seeing someone carrying a wooden basin to go to the warehouse to dig for flour, she went up to pick up the wooden basin and said, "I'll go dig for flour."

The person holding the wooden basin blocked Ayao's stretched out hand with his hand and said, "No, no, it's up to you. Go and have a rest."

"That's right, go and have a rest." Alan, who was adding water to the pot, turned to look at her and said.

Everyone's care and love made Ayao feel very heart-warming. Although the sisters on this mountain are not real sisters, they are closer than real sisters!

"I've been resting for a month. I'm getting rusty, so I just want to do something and move my muscles."

Alan saw that the color on her face was not good, so he said, "Then you can light the fire."

"Okay." Ayao walked to the stove and sat down, took the flint on the stove and started to light a fire.

In the corner, three horses stopped at the foot of Tiger Mountain.

Dressed in white, Feng Chengjue threw the reins to Feng Ming and walked towards the mountain.

"Is the prince going up the mountain?" Feng Qing also threw the reins to Feng Ming and asked him to tie the horse, and quickly followed the prince.

Fengcheng Jue: "I won't go up the mountain."

"What are you doing here if you don't go up to the mountain?"

Feng Chengjue looked back at Feng Qing, smiled, said nothing, and continued walking forward.

Fengqing: What does this smile mean?

Fengcheng Jue walked towards the mountain for a while, then started walking to the right again. There was a short peak connected to Tiger Mountain on the right. He raised his breath and tiptoed a little, opened his hands and used Qinggong to fly towards the short peak. Flying like an immortal coming to the world.

When he was about to reach the cliff of the short peak, he grabbed a tree vine hanging from the top of the peak, used his strength to push on the cliff with his feet, and jumped to the top.

There was a strong wind on the mountain, blowing his wide sleeves and hem. Standing on the top of the mountain, he seemed to be riding the wind back home. If others saw him, they might think they were seeing a god.

Fengqing looked at the prince on the opposite peak and hesitated whether he should go there. He couldn't guess what the prince wanted to do when he went to the peak.After all, standing on that peak, you can't see the valley above.

"Where are you going, Prince?" Feng Ming, who followed, asked in a low voice.

Fengqing turned to look at him and shook his head, saying that he didn't know either.

Standing on the top of the peak, Feng Chengjue looked at the lush mountains opposite. Among these mountains were people he thought about day and night.

He came here just because he missed her too much. After seeing her and knowing how close she was to him, he missed her even more and grew day by day.

This longing drove him to ride here, but he also knew that she didn't want anyone to go up the mountain and disturb the people on the mountain, so he didn't think about going up the mountain, he just wanted to be closer to her.

After standing for a moment, Feng Chengjue took out the jade Xiao from his waist, closed his eyes slightly and began to play, and the melodious Xiao sound flowed around.

Why play the flute?Because even if he couldn't see anyone, he still hoped that she could hear Xiao Sheng.

Feng Ming narrowed his eyes and looked at the prince who was playing the flute on the top of the mountain, and said thoughtfully: "Hmm... So the prince came out of the palace early in the morning and ran so far just to find a quiet mountain peak to play the flute?" "This Xiao Where can't you blow? Not to mention our palace, there are many clean places beside the moat outside the city." He didn't understand, he couldn't understand it at all.

Fengqing turned his head and glanced at Fengming as if he were looking at a fool. He didn't understand anything.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Fengming frowned.

Fengqing sighed silently and looked away.

"What are you sighing for? Don't think that I don't know you are sighing because you don't make a sound. Tell me clearly, why are you looking at me with that look?" Feng Ming pulled Feng Qing, trying to figure it out. Why did he look at himself like that and sigh.

Fengqing closed her eyes and ignored him.

When Fengming saw that he ignored her, his cheeks bulged with anger. He was so angry.

After playing a piece of music, Feng Chengjue played the music that he had played that night in the palace. The music was a bit sad, and the sound was sobbing, like crying.

As Feng Chengjue played, she thought to herself: I wonder if she can hear the whistle, and if she hears it, will she remember that she has heard this piece of music before?
In the open space of the cottage, Leng Luoyue was playing eagle and chicken catching with the children.

The kitten is a hen, with its arms spread wide, protecting a long string of chicks behind it, while Leng Luoyue is naturally an eagle.

As an adult, she watched these little chicks play eagle and catch chicks. Naturally, she could catch all the chicks in minutes. In order to enhance the children's participation, she could only keep letting them go.

"Here comes the eagle."

"what……"

"Run away..."

Every time Leng Luoyue launched an attack, the children would scream again and again. Of course, they were not frightened, but excited.

"Caught..." Leng Luoyue hugged Xiao Shitou, who broke away from the team because of his slow running.

The caught little stone was not afraid, but instead smiled even happier.

The caught chicks quit the team and the game continued. Before they finished catching the chicks, the little chicks sat on the grass and surrendered, saying they couldn't run anymore and stopped playing.

After playing for half an hour, Leng Luoyue felt a little thirsty after running. She walked to the big stone where the tea bowl and kettle were placed and poured a bowl of water to drink.

"Mom, cats also want to drink." Xiaomaoer raised her little face and said.

After Leng Luoyue finished drinking, she poured him another bowl of warm water. The kitten held the bowl and drank in small sips.

Leng Luoyue looked at the tired little beans sitting on the ground, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

The mountain breeze blew by, cooling me down and dissipating the heat.

Suddenly she frowned slightly, moved her ears, turned her head and looked around?

Where did the roar come from?
"Cat, did you hear the whistle?"

Xiaomao'er raised his head, licked his lips with his tongue, listened carefully, and then shook his head, "I didn't hear it. It must have come from far away."

My mother's hearing has always been very good, and she can hear sounds coming from far away. My mother can hear them, but he can't, because they obviously come from far away.

Leng Luoyue listened to the whistle and judged it, and felt that it should be coming from around Tiger Mountain, and it was still in the southwest.

Although I don’t know who is playing it, it sounds pretty good.

Leng Luoyue sat on a small stone next to the big stone, closing her eyes slightly, feeling the mountain breeze blowing on her face, and quietly listening to the melodious Xiao.

(End of this chapter)