At midnight, Mo Shanghua raised her head and cried out in great pain, "ah -"
something suddenly slipped out of her body. Her nerves were weak at this time, and her head fell back on the pillow, unconscious.
In a trance, she seemed to hear wenpo holding her child and asking for a reward with a smile, "Congratulations, master, you are a thousand gold."
"Well, let's call it… Cloud dance." The man looked at the child in wenpo's hand, a little disappointed.
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"Congratulations, little prince Yuxue is lovely and very similar to the princess." Wenpo holds the child who has been washed clean and comes to Yan Beicheng with a happy face.
Yan North City turned a Mou to see one eye, then then then the vision falls back to at the moment sleepy don't wake up of Mo Shanghua body, voice hoarse, "take down first let the nurse look at."
Wenpo didn't expect that Yan Beicheng didn't have such a cold attitude, and she couldn't believe it.
Qin ya, with her red and swollen eyes, went forward to look at the child and took out a heavy purse from her arms. "It's hard for Mammy. The nurse is in the room over there. I'll take you there."
Mo Shanghua has finished production, and the house has been tidied up. Liu Zheng, who has been guarding the door, is able to come in. After helping Mo Shanghua pass the pulse, he says, "she's just over consumed. Take a rest, and she'll wake up soon."
Said, and said: "I have ordered people to boil medicine first, she has no other disease, you don't have to worry too much."
Yan Beicheng didn't open his mouth. He just nodded slightly. He held the hand of Mo Shanghua in both hands. He refused to let go. The blood of you Tong didn't dissipate, but it became more and more. Now there was a green shadow.
"You've had it all day and night. If you don't take a rest first, she won't wake up for a moment." Seeing this, Liu Zheng gently comforted him.
Yan Beicheng is silent, eyes always fixed on the pale face of flowers on the street.
Mo Shanghua, who was asleep, seemed to feel Yan Beicheng's worry. Her eyebrows frowned slightly, her lips opened slightly, and she said, "cloud dance…"
Liu Zheng couldn't really hear it. He just looked at Yan Beicheng helplessly, "let me see how the medicine is boiled first."
Then he retreated.
At that time, Yan Beicheng, whose face was the same, suddenly crossed the dark color in his eyes and drew his ears closer.
The fashion of Mo Shanghua is sleeping, but it has been unconsciously whispering, "cloud dance, where are you… Cloud dance…"
Yan Beicheng's face has completely changed. His quiet eyes are like ink, and slowly spread a very deep and unpredictable ink.
He looked at the flowers on the street for a long time, and suddenly raised his right hand. There was no Dharma seal in his hand, but it slowly condensed a layer of pale gold light.
Then, he slowly put his hand on her forehead, and the pale golden light magnified a circle. But in a moment, the flower on the street was quiet again, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The light in Yan Beicheng's palm dissipated, and he held her hand again. There was a bit of fatigue between her eyebrows and eyes. "Mo'er, it's not that I don't want you to miss you, but now is not the time. When the time comes, I will accompany you to look for it."
Said, he bowed his head, extremely gentle on the white forehead of the flower gently kiss.
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after a full day's sleep, Mo Shanghua woke up. The pain on her body had completely disappeared, and her stomach was shriveled, but her chest was heavy, as if she was oppressed by something.
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