Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 459
Su Yufei looked like a clean stream, but facing the cold wind, he cried and sighed: "It depends on God's will."

That's right, the pattern of the world, the battle situation at this time, the life and death of the mistress, and even the fate of the regent and Mingli all depend on God's will.

The little counselor probably didn't understand.

"Military division, the emperor's lineage in Beijing has sent someone over again."

Su Yufei rolled up his sleeves, and said without the slightest expression: "The regent has ordered that he doesn't want to hear any news about Emperor Mingli now, so he will be beaten out with a stick."

The little counselor shrank his neck when he heard the words, and asked: "The regent has been on the expedition for more than a month, so he is not afraid..."

Su Yufei smiled mysteriously: "I'm afraid they won't move."

If you don't move, it's enough, and if you move, it just gives them the best reason.

Feng family.

Qixia Hall.

"The mistress is awake, hurry up, the mistress finally woke up."

Qixia Hall, which had been silent for twenty days, finally boiled again. When Murong Jiujiu was helped to sit up limply, he tasted the first mouthful of hot soup.

Just now there is a feeling of being alive.

"I... have been in a coma... how long?"

"Sister, have you been in a coma for 25 days?"

Murong Qiqi walked in at some point, but everyone had already gotten used to this young man who was exactly the same as Murong Jiujiu's, and stepped aside.

Murong Qiqi was not polite, and sat down on the edge of the bed, carefully sending her a burst of life force.

Murong Jiujiu's mind is still a little stunned.

But he still touched his lower abdomen subconsciously, "My child?"

"Don't worry, you're doing fine."

Murong Qiqi glanced at her, then shook her head and sighed: "Fortunately, Feng Wushang's body is much better than yours, so you don't need to bother me so much, otherwise, no matter how much life force you have, you two will have to suck me up." Adults can't do it."

Mention Feng Wushang.

Murong Jiujiu raised his eyebrows with difficulty, and asked, "How is he?"

Murong Qiqi smacked his mouth, and said: "What else can you do, you have been in a coma for 25 days, he has been in a coma for [-] days, but he hasn't got out of bed for half a month, but he is much better now, go to deal with the internal affairs of the Feng family .”

"That's good."

According to Feng Wushang's previous words, they had to dive into the water at least three times, and now they only survived the first time, and in the future, I'm afraid it will become more and more difficult.

"Scared?"

"I don't have the heart to be afraid anymore, how is Yuhua?"

Murong Qiqi said casually: "Drinking the northwest wind before the battle, he has been waiting for your news. If I hadn't gone back in person to report your safety during the 20 days you have been in a coma, I am afraid that he would have been relieved. Living."

"Actually, sister, I didn't like Baili Yuhua's stinky look before, but when I thought of him kneeling down to Feng Wushang to save you, I realized that he was actually quite a man."

"He's always been a man."

Murong rolled his eyes at him for a long time.

With her current physical condition, if she wanted to go into the water for the second time, she would probably have to rest and recuperate. Even though Murong Jiujiu was in a hurry during the recuperation days, she still had to calm down.

But after such a toss, it took more than a month, and it passed quietly.

Her originally flat belly suddenly bulged up quickly.

Looking at this small belly, and occasionally feeling him move in his sleep, Murong Jiujiu suddenly felt a burst of joy that he had never felt before.

It is a joy of motherhood.

She was even more reluctant to let the child leave her, but thinking of the dangerous road ahead of her, she couldn't help but be helpless.

The child resisted once and survived, but the second time, and the third time, in order to break the fateful blood curse, she would go into the water with Feng Wushang at least twice.

And every time it's dangerous.

She couldn't even imagine if she would go crazy seeing the baby miscarried in the water.

Time passed unhurriedly, and soon, she ushered in her second entry into the water. Feng Wushang led her and Murong Qiqi into that stone wall just like the last time.

Also spread the wrists apart and drop the blood into the water.

This time, it was indeed more dangerous than last time, they almost had to soak in the water for a day and a night.

Murong hugged her stomach for a long time, and even forgot how she survived it. She was suffering so much, half unconscious, and suddenly woke up, holding Murong Qiqi viciously with her wet hands.

Let him swear that he must keep her and the life of the child in her womb. This is her only hope and the only reason for her persistence.

Probably Murong Qiqi had never seen such a ferocious and terrifying Murong Jiujiu, his tongue was tied up in fright, and he even yelled: "Sister, are you my sister, you don't know how to ghost your body, do you? "

"You are the ghost."

Murong Jiujiu's already aching teeth rattled.

She didn't know how she mentioned this evil force, but after saying this, she almost fell into the water, but there was an arm in the water.

He gave her a hand so that she would not drown.

She knew that it was Feng Wushang who saved her, but she didn't even have the energy to say thank you, she just felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, suffering pain from her body and soul.

At the same time, something was drawn out, it was a fateful blood curse.

In a daze, Murong Jiujiu always shifted time, and saw that many years ago, in this same stone room, Shang himself was carried in as a baby.

An old man, holding a beautiful boy with amber eyes, said: "Come, come, come... with blood as a matchmaker, fate is destined... forever...she is your wife, she is yours!" wife……"

"My wife, my wife... I can't live or die... I can't bear you..."

The beautiful boy with amber eyes was very vague at first, but gradually, everything became clear, and she even saw that boy's childish and cute appearance.

Gradually grow up.

From children, to teenagers.

Since he put on the first python robe, he brought the first jade belt symbolizing majesty.

From when he stepped on the first steed, to when he drew the first bow.

Since he swung the first dagger and hunted the first prey.

From the first person he ordered to kill...

The boy gradually grew up to be a handsome boy. However, in the process of growing up, he rarely laughed heartily. He always sat majestically in front of many people.

From childhood to adulthood, it gives people the feeling of a small adult.

For some reason, Murong Jiujiu always felt that he should like to laugh, but due to various reasons, he couldn't laugh all the time, and even because of some people and some things, he had to bear his true temperament.

Time flows.

The handsome boy finally turned into a familiar figure, Feng Wushang.

"Cough cough..."

Coughing violently, as if it was going to pierce the lungs, Murong Jiujiu just woke up faintly from the chaotic memory.

"I'm alive... Sister, do you know that you died just now..."

(End of this chapter)