Master Is Pregnant

Chapter 85 (1)

The flames of war reignited, and the army was filled with revenge, but the heavy attacks were exchanged for Minyue's retreat without fighting.

One month has passed, and the battle has made no progress. Similarly, the master's injury, or rather, has been getting worse.

I hold Doudou and sit next to his bed and talk to him every day, maybe he will wake up if he hears it.

The tent was full of books he had read and written. When it came to poor words, I picked up one and read it to him and Doudou.

"Ten Strategies for Governing the Country": Governing the country by virtue, dictating the world by law, to deter all nations. Administer the world to help the people, educate the people to enlighten the people, and soldiers to promote martial arts...

"Doudou, do you know what father is talking about?"

Doudou bit her finger and smiled at me.

"It looks like you don't understand as much as your mother. Second dad must understand."

The more I saw, the more I learned about the master, only to realize that I knew too little about him.

There are some things I thought he would understand without saying.

In fact, there are some things that I would not understand even if he said them, so he chose not to say them.

I blamed him for not understanding me, but how can I understand him?

In the ten years of the imperial capital, how many times have I fallen asleep on his lap, nostalgic for the warmth in his arms, but never tried to understand what he was thinking, watching, writing, or doing.

Who is better than selfish?

With a wry smile, he took out "University" from the depths of the bookcase, but fell out of it a booklet with a scrolled page.

There are no words on the cover, and the pages of the paper are slightly yellowed. When I turn it over, there are only two words on the cover-Yuer...

The font is as clear and vigorous as it is, the jade is too deep, and the last hook is too lingering.

——Yu'er teased the senior, and stopped for an hour, stood and fell asleep, and hugged him back to the room. July 6th.

——Yu'er wetting the bed...Hahaha...Yu'er said: Don't talk, don't talk. Then on August 8.

-Yuer’s birthday, a set of four books and five classics. Yuer was angry. Xiaoman.

——The palace guards the year and sneaks back to the house to accompany Yuer. Yu'er waited to fall asleep, and would wake her to watch the fireworks next year. New Year's Eve.

——Yu'er comes here at the beginning of the month and has grown up... alas...

——Send Yuer to the Imperial College, feeling restless, fearing that Yuer will be bullied.

——Yu'er bullied her classmate and was sued by the Tai Fu...just not bullied.

——Yu'er bullied people again, and acted like a baby again...Shen Dongli, Shen Dongli, where is your selfless selflessness!

I was overwhelmed with memories.

The master’s dumbfounding smile was vaguely before his eyes again, he walked forward with a straight face, holding back his laughter, my head lowered to the back, and the tail sound was curtly stretched and called to him: "Master...Yu'er knows

wrong……"

"You know you'again'?" He squinted at me.

My little chicken nodded, smiled innocently, and vowed never again.

When I wanted to come, he was not really angry.

He is a very short-term person, as long as I am not being bullied, as long as I bully others, as long as I am not told to Dali Temple, he will turn one eye and close another. His principles became unprincipled before me.

I looked down at Doudou and nodded her nose. "Hey, don't be virtuous with your mother in the future, otherwise I will stuff you back and have a new birth!"

Doudou pupu spit...

I turned to the back.

——Is it too shameful to accept her hug with such a mind...but I can't refuse her. Maybe she also has me in her heart, but she is the master, or there are other... Yuer...

——Brother said that someone in the palace is checking Yu'er, how long can I hide it? Yu'er is a wild girl with no ambitions. When she chooses "Six", she is already worried that there will be this day. Even if that day comes, at least "Six" will not form a party with "King", and Yuer will not stand alone. . Now that the king is in the world, can I return to Nanshan with Yuer...

...

—— Yu'er has been away for a whole year, and the peach blossoms bloomed again. She probably forgot about me, maybe I was the only one who was hard to change. How can I change it... I really want to see if she has grown taller, fatter, or thinner. It’s said that the bird loves the old forest, my Yuer, when he gets tired, will he think of me...

My fingertips lightly touched the words left by him, faintly, there is still a vague temperature remaining.

What was his mood when he wrote these words?

I smiled, kissed his words softly, looked down at Doudou, choked, and smiled triumphantly: "Look Doudou, how much your father loves your mother..."

But he said nothing.

——I thought that maybe Yuer never needs me anymore. No one can accompany another person through a lifetime. I show up when she needs me, and when she doesn't need me, I can retreat. Outside the camp tent that day, she pulled me inside, and the four of them were at the same table again, as if they had returned to the Li Mansion that year. She lived carefully and happily. Looking at her smile, she vaguely felt that this Jiangshan Sheji was not that way. It's important.

After all, I was reluctant to let go, nostalgic for the warmth she gave.

I don't know if she passed through Fujian well, whether her mother and son are safe. When will the child be born, what will the president look like, and what's his name? At Yu'er's level, he would probably take a crooked name that would delay the child's life...

In fact, I still hope that she will give birth to a daughter, and the daughter will be caring to her mother, I am afraid that she is as stubborn as her mother when she was a child. I had a milk name in my mind. It is called "red beans".

Red beans are born in southern China, and a few branches are born in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most loving.

The surname is Liu, the nickname is "Red Bean", and the name is "Acacia".

It's called Xiangsi Liu...

Even if I have some misunderstandings with her, I should be able to grow old together.

should.

"Master, Dongli. It's a daughter." I leaned into his ear and said softly, "It's an acacia bean."

His face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and his chest was fixed with a wooden frame and gauze. The blood stains penetrated the white gauze, shocking.

How could the master withstand that hammer, a mighty force?

It must hurt, it hurts...

I lightly pillowed the back of his hand, and the pale back of the hand fell to my side. It was so cold that I couldn't detect the temperature. I didn't lift it up like I used to do. I gently shuttled between my hair, holding my hand and kissing gently on my lips. Whispered softly: "Yuer..."

He treats me like a treasure, like a pearl like a jade.

With tears falling on Doudou's face, Doudou cried out.

In fact, he has never failed me all the time, but I have never trusted him enough. At this point, I forced him.

Yanli entered the account, glanced at me silently, and took Doudou away. "Enough, it's time to send him away."

I was shocked and looked up at him, "What did you say? Who should I send?"

Yan Li looked at me embarrassedly without answering.

I lowered my head, took the water cup by the table, and moistened the master’s lips with water, "You said that you will find a way. You saved me, and there must be a way to save the master."

"It's not the same... you're more awake, his heartbeat has stopped."

In the past few days, how many times has Yanli said this?

"He said that if he wants to grow old with me, how can he lie to me?" I shook my head, "I don't doubt him anymore. This time, he will definitely not lie to me."

Yan Li closed his eyes and was silent for a long time, reaching out and grabbing my arm. "Let him go into the soil for peace."

My Yuer is all my comfort and sustenance. As long as you need me, I will always be by your side.

Master, are you really not counting what you have said?

I want to send the master back to the imperial capital, back to the place where we have memories together.

On the day when the spirit came up, the northwest wind was blowing, and it was sharp and sharp.

There was a man coming from the north, covered in dust and tired face.

At that time I was kneeling and sitting in front of the master's coffin. Tang Si, Qiao Yu, and Yan Li were standing behind me. Holding Doudou, I whispered to her: "Doudo, father is going away..."

Yan turned her face away, and was stunned when she saw Tao Qing coming in with the curtain raised.

I turned my head and gave Tao Qing a dumb look, moved my lips, and said lightly: "You are here."

Tao Qing walked to the master's coffin and stood still. After a while, he lowered his head to look at me and said gravely, "Sorry, I didn't expect..."

I smiled bitterly and shook my head, "Can't blame you, everything is so wrong so just right."

I drew a small note from my sleeve. When the master returned from the day he was injured, he was lying in the tent, and I sat outside, watching a white dove hit the tent time and time again, but couldn't enter. It was Tang Si who caught him and handed it to me.

There is a note tied to the white pigeon's feet with only a few short words on it. ——"The news leaked, Lan issued the killing order, and returned to Chen!"

The font is not unfamiliar. I have seen it when I was in Minyue. It is not bald.

When did he get in touch with Bubald? Those few months in the mountains? What does he want to do?

At this moment, I no longer dare to doubt his purpose, everything he does is for me, why I always don’t understand...

I handed him the note of not being bald. "I think only you can explain this clearly."