The baby-making system is unreliable

In July of that year, Yun Xinzhu got married, and Yun Xirou went back to Beijing with him to watch the ceremony. Needless to say, the person he was going to marry was He Nanxun.

When Yun Xirou received the letter, she was stunned for a long while and exclaimed: "My brother actually likes her?! Does he like being beaten? "

“Ahem… maybe it’s fate?! Liking someone… sometimes it’s just a matter of a moment, isn’t it?!”

Xu Yimo sipped his tea, looked at her with a half-smile, and said without much surprise: "Just like... I liked you, it was just a matter of a moment."

Later, Sister Tingshu Yao wrote to say that the children missed them. Yes, they missed the children too, as they were already ten years old this year.

They also wrote in the letter that Lanzhi's sister had married a man who was a very popular martial arts champion recently, and that her uncle's younger brother and sister were about to be born.

"Amo, we are almost in the capital, and we...we can stay a few more days this time, okay!?"

We walked all the way and finally arrived at a place several miles away from Qingcheng.

Yun Xirou held his hand tightly, feeling a surge of pain and sadness in her heart.

She recalled what her brother-in-law had said before: "I'm afraid he doesn't have much time to live..." These words weighed on her heart like a heavy rock.

At this moment, looking at the haggard and weak man in front of her, Yun Xirou's eyes gradually became moist, and tears welled up in her eyes, and finally she couldn't help but let them fall.

She knew that his condition was getting worse. The violent and frequent coughing seemed like a merciless torture to his life.

Every cough seemed to be coughing out the last bit of vitality left in his body, which made people feel heartbroken.

The porcelain bottle in his sleeve was almost empty, but that was the pill made from Yun Xirou's blood. Xu Yimo never told her that he actually hid the last pill... the last pill.

Because I can't bear to leave, I can't bear to leave... Anyway... I have to leave anyway, I already know the result, so this pill doesn't matter to me.

"Okay, I want to...I want to go home. I miss Xiaoyou and Xiaoran, and I want to see them."

Xu Yimo nodded weakly, raised his head slightly, his eyes revealing endless fatigue and desire.

He used all his strength and could only nod, as if every movement required a huge amount of energy.

In the summer of that year, Xu Yimo was very ill. Du Xicong in the palace changed the medicine three or four times and gave him acupuncture five or six times, but he still kept holding the old book and shaking his head.

Xiaoyou had grown a lot taller and was already a half-grown child standing in front of Yun Xirou. He lay beside Xu Yimo's bed and called him, holding back tears.

"Father, Xiaoyou is studying hard again. The teacher praised my academic progress. Father, please get well and check Xiaoyou's homework."

"Xiao Ran, Xiao Ran has always been very good and has always listened to her brother! So, Father, you must get better soon!"

I saw Xiaoran blinking her big watery eyes, her face full of tear marks, and her little hands tightly grasping the corner of his clothes, as if she was afraid that she would lose something if she let go.

He was sobbing and his face was covered with snot and tears, but his innocent eyes were heartbreaking.

Xu Yimo seemed to have no strength left. He touched the children's foreheads weakly, as if he wanted to speak words to comfort them, but he could not utter a word.

He gazed at the children silently, tears glistening in his eyes and his lips trembling slightly, as if he was trying hard to restrain the surging emotions in his heart.

The children snuggled up to him and looked back at him with innocent eyes.

Xu Yimo could only shake his head helplessly, with a bitter smile on his face.

The sound of heavy breathing echoed in the air. He took a deep breath and squeezed out a few words with his last bit of strength: "Don't be afraid... You have grown up and you must learn to take care of yourself, good children... Don't be afraid..."

The voice was as faint as a candle in the wind and could go out at any time, but this was the limit of what he could do.

Xu Shuyao covered her lips tightly, tears rolling down her cheeks, and looked at her dying brother on the sickbed with a broken heart.

"Is there really nothing we can do?! Xi Cong...he...is the only person I have a blood relationship with in this world. Is there really no way he can save the situation?!"

Du Xicong sighed heavily and shook his head helplessly. He had tried his best and searched for a cure, but he was still powerless.

Everything in Fengyi Palace was still as it was, retaining the scene when Yun Xirou first married into the palace. Every detail of the past seemed to have happened yesterday, and was still vivid in her mind.

"Amo, I...I will definitely save you, you must believe me! Please, you must believe me!!"

Yun Xirou lay tightly beside Xu Yimo's bed, her delicate body trembling slightly, as fragile as a flower swaying in the wind.

Tears gushed out of her beautiful eyes like a flood, dripping down drop by drop, splashing on the snow-white sheets, instantly forming wet marks.

Those crystal clear tears are like broken hearts, carrying endless sorrow and pain.

They penetrated into the fabric silently, as if expressing the despair and helplessness deep in Yun Xirou's heart.

The bed, which had been tidy and clean, was now soaked with tears, revealing a heartbreaking feeling of desolation.

"Arou, don't cry. You were... innocent. You should have lived freely, carefree and innocent. But you were dragged into this... this palace wall that is as deep as the sea. You should have hated me! But... but I'm afraid that you would hate me, because I... I... cough cough cough, I like you."

Xu Yimo raised his hand with difficulty, trying to wipe the tears streaming down her cheek, but his arm seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and he couldn't lift it.

He could only look at his trembling fingers helplessly, his heart filled with guilt and self-blame.

"Ahem... every time I think of this, my heart... aches like a knife. Ah Rou, I was... really afraid of losing you, afraid that you would leave me, leaving me alone to face this endless loneliness and pain."

Knowing that there would be a chance of recovery at that time, he just... just couldn't let go, so he made her experience the pain of separation. But he didn't regret it, didn't regret meeting her... nor did he regret trying to keep her, at least they had walked through a journey together.

Yun Xirou held his hand tightly and gently stroked her cheek. The touch felt cold and lifeless, as if all the energy had been drained away.

Her tears slid down like pearls from a broken string, soaking his skin with a hint of warm sadness.

Although her voice was soft, it was firm: "I...I don't allow you to say that. Staying is my choice. Since I have chosen it, how can I hate you?"

Yun Yirou was unwilling to let go of his hand until all the life on Xu Yimo's face disappeared and he closed his eyes weakly, as if he had lost his life.

She stared at the faint smile that always appeared on his face. That smile seemed to reveal that he had long since become indifferent to life and death and was able to face it with a detached attitude.

The two children were taken out by Xia Mo, as if she didn't want them to see such a scene and didn't want to leave a shadow in their hearts.

Du Xicong sighed helplessly, and the decision with the silver needle in his hand became extremely difficult.

He knew in his heart that acupuncture might be able to squeeze out the last bit of life from him, but by doing so, he would probably only be able to survive tonight.

"Brother-in-law, give him acupuncture. I have a way to save him. Do you believe me? I... I am willing to exchange my life for yours. Listen to me. Sister, I entrust the two children to you. I can't bear to see them grow up. Really!!"

Yun Xirou was reluctant to look at him any longer, as if she had made up her mind that she was willing to pay any price...

Although her voice was soft, it echoed in the room like thunder. Everyone looked at her in shock, not understanding why she would say such a thing. Even Du Xi, who was giving the acupuncture, was unsure in her heart.

"You...what are you talking about?! You can't have any more accidents. Brother...he won't agree. You..."

Xu Shuyao was shocked by her words, her voice trembled with astonishment, and her clenched fists left deep marks on her palms.

"I once prayed for a fortune at the Bishui Temple. The abbot once said, 'You may get a chance to survive if you exchange your life for another'. I am willing to give it a try. Please don't tell Ah Mo."

Yun Xirou's eyes swept across everyone's face and finally fell on Xu Yimo.

She took a deep breath, as if she had to use up all her strength to say the next words: "When I leave, I hope he can forget me and live a good life."

"I didn't make this decision on impulse. Sister, listen to me. A country cannot be without a king for a day, but it can be without an heir!! Ah Mo and I have traveled to many places together. There are places where people live in peace, and there are also places where remote customs still exist. They are not at the point where they don't need a king!!"

At this moment, Yun Xirou's face revealed an extremely complex and indescribable expression, as if she had thought it over carefully and finally made up her mind.

"The only thing I can't bear to part with is Ah Mo and the two children. The two children are still young. Unfortunately, there is no way to have the best of both worlds."

"Sister, you have been working so hard for so many years. We all know that you actually prefer to live in seclusion on Huludao with your brother-in-law and not be separated from your children!!"

At this point, Xu Shuyao didn't know what to say. She didn't want to lose her brother, but she had no choice. She could only walk out the door and avoid him.

Li Li: "Is this really necessary? Since you insist on doing this, then I... I will definitely live up to your trust!!"

Late at night, the Fengyi Palace was covered by a layer of cold air in the rain, which seemed to make it difficult for people to see the road ahead. In the room, there was only a flickering candlelight providing a weak light source, and this only light source seemed to be the only hope.

On the bed, lay a pale-faced Xu Yimo, his breathing weak, as if he would disappear into the air at any time.

At this moment, Yun Yurou stood beside the bed, her eyes firm and resolute. She held the young man's hand tightly and said softly, "Brother-in-law, please give me the acupuncture."

Her words were like sharp blades, cutting everyone's heart.

Xu Yimo wanted to struggle to sit up, but he found that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hands. He could only watch Yun Yirou, his heart filled with helplessness and grief.

Yun Xirou looked at him with a smile, gently leaned down and left a soft kiss on his forehead.

Then she stood up straight and turned to Du Xicong who was standing beside her.

"Let's start." She said lightly.

Du Xicong looked at her deeply, then nodded. He picked up the silver needle in his hand and began to acupuncture Xu Yimo.

As the silver needle pierced into him, Xu Yimo's body began to tremble slightly, but he never uttered a cry of pain because he was too weak to utter a word.

I could only watch it all, feeling heartbroken.

Half an hour later, Du Xicong stopped what he was doing. He looked at Yun Xirou and sighed deeply: "The rest is up to you. I have done everything I can."

Although he didn't know what she was going to do! ? He also didn't know what mystery was surrounding her, but Du Xicong was willing to believe that she would not hurt Xu Yimo.

Yun Yirou smiled and shook her head, holding Xu Yimo tightly with both hands: "Okay, thank you very much. I want to see him survive, I want to see him forget me, I want to see him live a good life."

Her voice became weaker and weaker, but her eyes remained firm.

She looked at Xu Yimo's familiar face and his deep eyes. She wanted to remember every detail about him and every smile of his.

"Remember, you have to live and watch our child grow up. You are living for me. Promise me!!"

Not sure why, but Xu Yimo suddenly had a very strange feeling, as if the person in front of him was emitting a mysterious and strange light.

When their palms touched each other, they could clearly sense a strange magic circle emerging vaguely.

This magic circle seemed to contain some kind of indescribable power, and was continuously transmitting warm air to him.

This warm feeling flowed slowly into his body like a gurgling stream, bringing him continuous vitality and energy.

As time went by, his originally tense body gradually began to relax, and his exhausted and exhausted state slowly eased.

At this moment, he was like a dead tree that had been dry for a long time and finally received a rain, regaining its vitality and vigor.

Finally, Yun Xirou's body fell down in front of him. At the moment of falling, her eyes were still firm.

She looked at Xu Yimo, looked at his familiar face, looked at his deep eyes.

Then she gently closed her eyes and fell asleep forever.

He looked at Yun Xirou's body, his heart ached and tears streamed down his eyes. He was anxious to hold her, but he knew clearly that he was going to lose her.

"Arou, Arou...Arou..."

He called her name softly, over and over again, his tears soaking the bedding.

"Arou, Arou...Arou..."

"Arou...I will remember you. I will remember you forever."

He didn't know how he survived, he only knew that his heart was filled with grief and helplessness.