ugly queen

In the afternoon, the snow had stopped, and there was a thick layer of snow, the Yushu was covered in silver, and the earth was white.

Zhang Yan went down to the military camp, and before he left, he specifically told Xiong Xin to take good care of Murong Yan, don't let him go out, it's cold and slippery, what if something happens to him accidentally with a big belly?

Murong Yan was quite unhappy in his heart, what did he do to him, it wasn't snowing outside, the snow was so thick, wouldn't it be worthy of such a heavy snow if he didn't go out to play?

Not happy in his heart, he just curled his lips. He bet that if he refuted with Zhang Yan on the spot, that person would immediately take him with him.

He thought so, Zhang Yan knew what he was thinking just by looking at his expression, Zhang Yan who was just about to go out stopped, turned around, looked at Xiong Xin, and said, "Pack up your wife's things." He said again Looking at Murong Yan's shoulder, he said, "Yanyan, you'd better go to the barracks with me, I'm more at ease."

"You might as well tie me to your belt." Murong Yan rolled his eyes.

"That's a good idea." Zhang Yan touched his chin, patted his head, and said, "I know you're going to the hospital again."

"That can't be helped," Murong Yan said, curling his lips, "The weather is getting colder and colder, and there are more people suffering from typhoid fever."

"There are so many doctors who lack you?" Zhang Yan said.

Murong Yan was furious when he said this, he turned around, pinched Zhang Yan's ears, held his face in his hands, gritted his teeth, and said, "How do you say, ah, have you been getting better and better these few days? "

"How dare you, ma'am." Zhang Yan hurriedly begged for mercy, seeing his scoffed face, stretched out his hand to stroke the left cheek, and said, "Yanyan, your scar is really getting lighter."

Murong Yan reached out to touch it, "Really? I don't feel it at all."

"Does it hurt?" Zhang Yan asked pity.

Murong Yan shook his head, feeling nothing at all. At this time, Xiong Xin packed up his things and came out. They were all Murong Yan's coat and a heater. Zhang Yan put the heater in his arms and said, "Give me hold."

Murong Yan wrinkled his nose, snorted lightly, and still held it honestly, who told him his hands were cold.

......

In the barracks, Huo Quan stared straight at Murong Yan's stomach. Murong Yan felt very uncomfortable under his gaze, and his buttocks were constantly moving like a long felt.

Zhang Yan thought he was uncomfortable, so he stopped talking with Huo Quan and asked him, "What's wrong? I'm not feeling well."

"It's okay, you continue."

Zhang Yan glanced at him suspiciously, seeing that his ruddy complexion really didn't look like he was in trouble, and he was relieved, and said to Huo Quan, "Yanyan is about to give birth, and there is nothing busy these days, Huo Quan, you just accompany me." Accompany your sister-in-law."

"Ah..." Huo Quan, who was named, suddenly came to his senses, "But there are still many facilities that are not perfect."

"Someone else has to do it. You've been too busy recently. I'll let you go on vacation. You can spend good time with Yanyan." Zhang Yan said.

Huo Quan took a deep look at him and agreed.

Afterwards, Zhang Yan was busy with other things, and Huo Quan also resigned first.Zhang Yan casually threw a booklet on the table, looked at Murong Yan who was fiddling with teacups, and said, "Yanyan..."

"En." Murong Yan turned to look at him.

Zhang Yan pursed his lips and said, "I'm worried that Huo Quan will think too much, please help me talk to him."

Murong Yan also heard what Zhang Yan said just now, and what Zhang Yan said was very straightforward, but after all, Huo Quan followed him from that square inch of land to the present city. He was suspended, and it is inevitable that there will be resentment in his heart.

Regarding Zhang Yan's request, Murong Yan shook his head and refused, "You need to say this in person, he is your brother, you should let him know what you think and do."

While talking, Xiong Xin who didn't know where to go suddenly ran in, looking very anxious, he looked at Murong Yan and then at Zhang Yan, hesitant to speak.Seeing him like this, Murong Yan knew it was news from Tong'an. He glanced at Zhang Yan, then at Xiong Xin, and said, "Tell me."

Xiong Xin bit his lips, looked at Zhang Yan, and murmured something in Murong Yan's ear. Zhang Yan saw Murong Yan's expression changed suddenly, so he asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Murong Yan looked at him, restrained his expression, and said, "It's nothing, you can go to Huo Quan and explain it clearly."

Zhang Yan wasn't happy about dismissing him so obviously, and he didn't show it. He still believed in Murong Yan in his heart. It must be hard to say, otherwise his wife wouldn't hide it from him.

Murong Yan patted the back of his hand and said, "I'll tell you when you come back."

As soon as Zhang Yan left, Murong Yan also took Xiong Xin to the outside of Jiunanfu City.

"When did Daddy come?" Murong Yan asked.

"At noon, this subordinate also just received a letter from the prince." Murong Yan's father, Murong Yifan, came and went without a trace, but this time he found Jiu Nanlai suddenly, Murong Yan's heart was beating chugs, The footsteps gradually accelerated, and before Xiong Xin could catch up to support him, his feet slipped, and he accidentally called a turn. Xiong Xin had quick eyesight and quick hands, and supported him the moment he fell to the ground.

Murong Yan stabilized his body and waved his hands, "It's all right."

They soon arrived at the inn outside the city. The reason why the snow was so quiet was because there was no one there. At this moment, the door of the inn was closed, leaving only a series of footprints at the door. The footprints were very scattered, but very sparse, showing that there were quite a few people staying there. .

Knocking on the door, the man opened the door, a gust of hot air came in, the two hurried in, the man closed the door, and greeted the guests, "What do you two want to eat?"

Murong Yan glanced at the lobby, and said, "We are here to find someone. Excuse me, is there a white-haired man in his 40s?"

The guy thought for a while, then nodded, "There is one, that guest officer is on the second floor."

Murong Yan thanked him and hurried to the second floor.

According to the mount parked outside the door, there was only one person on the second floor.Turning a corner, a gust of cool wind blew in. Murong Yan raised his head and saw a man in white clothes and white hair sitting by the window. The man's back was straight and thin. Coming in broke the warmth of the room.

Murong Yan walked heavily and slowly walked to sit opposite that person, staring at him motionlessly.

The man was drinking tea, and the cup of hot tea had long been blown cold by the cold wind. The man put down the teacup in his hand, raised his eyes, and looked at him. His face was frosty, and he said coldly, "Aren't you calling me?"

Murong Yan was startled, and said softly, "Daddy..."

This person is Murong Yifan, the legendary foreign genius doctor, the rumored male concubine of the Fu family, with a handsome face, perfect facial features vaguely similar to Murong Yan, fair skin, a pair of charming peach blossom eyes with plain ripples.

His eyes fell on his protruding belly, he frowned calmly, his eyes fell on his face, and asked, "Whose one?"

His voice was clear and cold, without emotion.Murong Yan was very nervous. Every time he saw his father, he was very nervous. He wanted to get close to him but was rejected by him. As time passed, he could only sit opposite him or look at his back.

His hand holding the teacup was trembling slightly, Murong Yifan thought he was cold, and closed the window casually, Murong Yan took a few deep breaths before looking up at him pretending to be calm, and said, "Will Second Uncle tell you? "

Murong Yifan sighed.Murong Yan's eyes widened in disbelief. In his memory, this was the first time Murong Yifan sighed, and it was also a helpless sigh.

His complexion was not as cold as before, perhaps because of warmth, Murong Yifan looked at him and said seriously, "You follow me back."

"Where are you going?" Murong Yan sneered.

"Tong'an." Murong Yifan spat out two words lightly, he didn't want him to go back, but if Murong Yan didn't go back, then that person would die.

"What are you going back for?" The two confronted each other quietly.

"Save people." Murong Yifan was always calm and concise.

"Heh..." Murong Yan sneered, "It's none of my business if you save people, Second Uncle can't help you?"

Murong Yifan raised his eyes to look at him meaningfully, then lowered his eyes, and said, "It's up to you."

"It must be me?" Murong Yan was puzzled, "What ability do I have to save someone who even you can't?"

"Just treat it as if I owe you this time," Murong Yifan looked at him sincerely, his tone lowered, and Murong Yan felt very uncomfortable. Who could make this father who never took the initiative to look for him come to him? In such a tone that has never been seen before, beg him humbly.

Murong Yan couldn't tell what it was like, he looked at Murong Yifan, he really wanted to pat the table, and asked him, what do you mean?Owe me once, what is his position in his heart?

However, he couldn't ask, he said that the father in other people's ears is always different from the real father, their relationship is neither salty nor cold, and Murong Yan is always looking at his back, from when he was young to now Looking at him at the same level, but Murong Yifan never looked back at him.

He knew that it was because of his other half's blood, and he also hated why he was Fu Qingrong's son, but could he be blamed?If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to either.

Murong Yan raised his head and tried his best to hold back the tears that were about to overflow. His face was indifferent and his tone was cold, and he said, "Let me think about it."

"I hope it can be done as soon as possible, he, I can't wait." Murong Yifan looked into his eyes, Murong Yan was not unmoved, but who is more important than his own son.

He nodded, indicating that he knew, and got up to leave.

When passing by Murong Yifan, that person stopped him, "Xiao Yan," Murong Yan didn't turn his head.

"Your scars have faded a lot."

Murong Yan turned his head and looked at him puzzled. Murong Yifan took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, handed it to him, and said, "It's getting old, and ordinary birth control pills won't work. Take this one a day. It's good for you."

Murong Yan glanced at him, then looked at the thing he handed over, reached out to take it, and said, "Thank you."