[River God] The missing young master

"came back?"

The two who arrived home in the early morning saw the little fairy standing at the door with his hands behind his back, looking at them with a smile on his face.

Like a kind old grandpa?This is Ding Mao's idea.

He looked at Lian Huaqing and asked in a low voice, "Who is this person?"

"This is the person I went to pick up. Xiao Lanlan has been safely returned to Secretary Xiao." Lian Huaqing patted his head and said, "Okay, you go back to the house and take a shower first, and I will ask Ah San to deliver the night snack to you." In the past, go to bed after eating, I have something to do."

Ding Mao nodded and agreed. He shuddered involuntarily as he walked past the little fairy, but he didn't think much about it, and went back to the room directly.

Lian Huaqing looked at the little fairy who had been watching Ding Mao's back since he left, and said, "Let's go, go to the study, I have something to ask you."

The little fairy withdrew her gaze from Ding Mao and walked towards the study.

He knew that Lian Huaqing must have a lot of confusion now, such as "Holy Child".On the way back, he heard Lian Huaqing mention the matter of feeding that kid blood. At that time, he knew that Lian Huaqing would not succeed, and the result was exactly what he expected.

When he came to the study, the little god turned his back and took the seat that should belong to Lian Huaqing.Lian Huaqing looked at him helplessly but was not annoyed, he turned around and took a chair to sit opposite the little fairy, and said, "Blood has no effect on Ding Mao's body."

The little god raised the corner of his mouth and replied, "Maybe it's because the onset time is slow."

"That's impossible. The attack lasted no more than two hours. Now that the time has passed, he is still safe and sound!" Lian Huaqing stared into his eyes and said in a low voice, "I have always focused on Xiaohe God. , now it seems that is not the case.”

After listening to Lian Huaqing's words, the little god smiled even more, "It seems that you already have the answer, that's right, it's what you think in your heart."

Lian Huaqing stood up, put his hands on the table and asked sharply, "Tell me! What went wrong!"

The little fairy poured a cup of tea, took a few sips, and said unhurriedly, "The tea is good." He continued, "Your goal has never been right."

Lian Huaqing signaled him to continue talking.

"You thought the two children who were taken away were Gu Ying and Guo Deyou, but they are not. Gu Ying is just an abandoned baby that the old goddess happened to pick up." After finishing speaking, the little fairy looked at Lian Huaqing, "This is the end of the story, you You should understand."

Lian Huaqing lowered his eyes and said to himself, "The ones who were taken away were Guo Deyou and Ding Mao..."

The little fairy smiled and said, "They deliberately gave you the wrong direction, but in fact, the real Holy Child has been very well protected by them."

Lian Huaqing sat back on the chair and said very seriously, "I want to know the whole truth."

The little god paused for a while when he put down his teacup. After a while, he raised his head and looked at Lian Huaqing, "Okay, I'll tell you the truth."

Back then, Ding Yiqiu, who was still an officer, received the order to destroy the Mogu Road, just as his wife was about to give birth.Mrs. Ding knew the name of the Mogu Dao very well, she was worried that he would lead the troops to Qiming Village alone, so she dragged her nine-month-old body along with him.But how can a pregnant woman bear the toil on the road?

As a result, on the third day after arriving at Qiming Village, Mrs. Ding gave birth ahead of schedule.

It's not too early to say that the ninth nine-month birth is not too early, but it's fate to blame. The moment Ding Mao was born smoothly, Mrs. Ding collapsed...

"General, madam... Madam is bleeding!"

The midwife, whose clothes and hands were covered with blood, ran out in a panic, and told Ding Yiqiu who was waiting anxiously at the door what was going on inside.

Ding Yiqiu ran into the back room in panic, "Ma'am!!!"

It's a pity that the time has come, and Mrs. Ding has been taken away by the Yin envoy who is demanding her life.

In those days, married girls still had the habit of marrying maids. Mrs. Ding's maid, Xiaotao, cried miserably while holding the unwashed baby.

Ding Yiqiu held the dead Mrs. Ding and cried for a long time. After regaining some sense, he asked everyone present, "Did she leave any words?"

Xiaotao sobbed and said, "Madam said...Madam said she wanted to see the young master...but...but before she had time to take a look...just...just..."

Ding Yiqiu took the child, with tears and smiles on his face. He looked at the sleeping child and said softly, "Let's call the child Ding Mao."

Ding Yiqiu, who was devastated, walked into the kitchen, and Guo Chun, who came with him, patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Everyone has his own destiny, and the child is still young, and he still needs your care."

Ding Yiqiu patted Guo Chun's hand resting on his shoulder, and sighed, "She shouldn't have come, it would be fine if I didn't agree..."

Now he only hopes to clear the Mogu Road as soon as possible, and then bring his children back to his hometown. He has already lost his wife who has been with him for many years, so he can no longer lose his children...

But the more people are afraid of something, the more things will happen. On the second night, something happened to Ding Mao!

"General! Something has happened!" Panicked, Xiao Tao hugged Ding Mao and ran to Ding Yiqiu who was discussing matters with Adjutant Hu and Guo Chun.

"What's the fuss!" Ding Yiqiu scolded displeased.

"An accident happened in the room where the young master lives!" Xiao Tao was terrified, trembling all over, but she never let go of Ding Mao's hand, for fear that he might make a mistake.

"what?!"

Ding Yiqiu gradually felt something was wrong, and even Adjutant Hu and Guo Chun couldn't help but look at Xiao Tao who was shaking all over, waiting for an explanation for them.