[Shooting Eagle] East Evil Chasing Love

At dawn on the second day, Mei Ruohua got up early, and she carried the hot steamed buns prepared by Aunt Qin and walked towards the son's house.

A few of them came here uninvited, this farm is not big, there are two rooms at the front and one at the side, last night Master spent the night in the side room where the young master lived, she could still squeeze in with Aunt Qin and Miss Nanqin, Senior Brother Qu and Senior Brother Chen are not so lucky, they can only go to sleep in the firewood room, but Mrs. Qin is a good person, she added two pairs of quilts for them, otherwise Senior Brother Chen will get a new injury after the old injury has not healed, and his body may be damaged. I can't stand it.

She let out a long sigh, and took two quick steps with the plate in her hand, thinking endlessly, what happened to the young master?Did you wake up last night?I don't know how the young master wakes up, how will he and the master untie this knot?Master didn't eat all day yesterday, so it would be nice if he could have a few buns in the morning.

She was thinking about it when someone shouted:

"Sister"

Mei Ruohua turned her head and saw Qu Lingfeng and Chen Xuanfeng approaching one after another.Senior Brother Chen's complexion was not very good, and he couldn't bear to follow them to find the young master in the past few days.

On the way to report to Master, if he hadn't met the senior brother who was looking for him everywhere, it is not known whether Master and she would be able to see Senior Brother Chen with his seriously injured body.

On the contrary, it was the master who asked him to recuperate in the inn. He was unwilling to say anything, and insisted on following him to find the young master. Speaking of which, if it weren't for the small blue button in his hand, he would not have been able to find the young master so smoothly.

The three of them rushed to Feng Heng's house, but before they reached the door, they saw the door was silently opened from the inside. Their master was standing in front of the door, and the three of them didn't see how the master came. Seeing him suddenly stop in front of Mei Chaofeng, he said with a sullen face:

"Go and take care of Ah Heng for a while"

After finishing speaking, his figure flashed, and he was already in the forest outside the hospital.

His three apprentices only looked at his leaving figure, looked at each other in blank dismay, and remained silent for a while.

It was Mei Ruohua who was eager to see the Lord, and put the plate in her hand into the hands of her elder brother, saying:

"Brother, eat some steamed stuffed buns first."

After that, he held up his skirt and ran into the house.

She rushed into the house vigorously, but when she crossed the threshold, she crept up again cautiously, because the son she hadn't seen for a long time was still asleep, she walked slowly to the bedside, the patience she had acquired all these days, under the grievance and sadness Outburst, tears fell down like broken beads, Mei Ruohua lay gently on the bedside, buried her head in tears.

She bit her lip and wept silently, not daring to make a sound, her trembling shoulders curled up like an abandoned little animal, so pitiful.

While she was shedding tears wantonly, a weak and hoarse voice came softly, calling her:

"Xiaomei"

Huang Yaoshi ran for two or three miles in one breath, he was aimless, he just ran around in the forest, the whistling wind in his ears was not as deafening as his violent heartbeat, his face twitched, he wanted to laugh, but grinned His parted lips trembled and shrunk again, his excitement was beyond words, he exhausted all his energy, and raised his head to the sky with a long roar.

Countless birds flapped their wings and flew away in the startled mountains and forests.

The whistling gradually subsided, and Huang Yaoshi gasped for breath, followed an old tree beside him, and sat down leaning against the trunk.

He sat down and became absorbed again, then slowly raised his right hand and stared at the palm.

The empty palm seemed to have grown some beautiful flowers, attracting his attention.

He checked Feng Heng's pulse last night, and it was indeed a slippery pulse. He was so surprised that he couldn't help but look at Feng Heng's protruding belly, his heart was pounding, and the whimsical idea in his mind hadn't formed yet. He broke up again. At that time, he laughed at himself for being insane. Ah Heng is a man, how could he conceive? If he thinks this way, it is a fool's dream, and he slanders Ah Heng. Wait for Ah Heng to wake up and ask again.

He just sat there all night, flashing through his mind like a revolving lantern, the bits and pieces since the two of them met each other, Ah Heng's cunning, Ah Heng's awe-inspiring, Ah Heng's gentleness, Ah Heng's fearlessness, all of these It made him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

He thought that if he found Ah Heng this time, he would never let him go. No matter how much Ah Heng blamed him, he would stay by Ah Heng's side and never leave.

He can live without Jianghu night rain, he can give up martial arts secret books, but he can't live without Ah Heng, this day and night are like burning and frying, he doesn't want to experience it alone anymore.

Until early in the morning, he fed Feng Heng and took Jiuhua Yulu Pills again. Thinking of Feng Heng's strange pulse condition last night, his brows that had just relaxed frowned again.

As if to reconfirm, he stretched out his right hand and gently placed it on Feng Heng's swollen belly.

Through the thin obscene clothes, the palm could clearly feel the strange bulge. Huang Yaoshi sullenly, hesitated for a moment, and lightly exerted force on the palm of his hand. He wanted to check it out before Feng Heng woke up, but who knew? As soon as he exerted force on his hand, he felt something wriggling and slammed into his palm. Huang Yaoshi was startled, and subconsciously withdrew his hand, his eyes widened in bewilderment.

The sleeping Feng Heng snorted softly, and moved his body slightly without noticing it.

Huang Yaoshi sat stiffly in front of the bed, like a monk in meditation, as if he didn't know what night it was.

It took a long time before he moved, and the hand reached out again without hesitation, and almost as if he knew it, his palm was kicked again.

This time, Huang Yaoshi couldn't remember what was whimsical, what was nonsense, although there was no basis for it, he just felt an unspeakable warm current blowing softly in his heart, and a very clear and very certain idea jumped into his mind:

This is his child...

This is his and Ah Heng's child!

At Aunt Qin's house, Mei Ruohua was happily sitting beside the bed, feeding hot porridge spoonful after spoonful into Feng Heng's mouth, as if serving Feng Heng at this moment was the happiest thing in the world.

Feng Heng took a few more bites, then shook his head and refused to eat.

Mei Ruohua looked nervous, and hurriedly said:

"Young master, what's wrong with you? Why do you only eat this?"

Feng Heng leaned on the wooden bed, waved his hands and said with a smile:

"No, I'm really full, let's talk about it if I'm hungry."

Mei Ruohua thought about it, Feng Heng had just woken up, and it was common sense that he had a bad appetite, so she put away the bowls and chopsticks.

When she entered the door again, she saw Feng Heng turning his head and looking out the window in a daze. When she was sitting by the bed, Feng Heng turned his head and looked into her eyes and said calmly:

"Where's your master?"

Master went out for a long time, and still hasn't come back, Mei Ruohua didn't know how to answer, she lowered her head in a murmur, and while hesitating, she only heard Qu Lingfeng's voice in the courtyard:

"Master, you are back! Master Feng is awake"

Mei Ruohua raised her eyes cautiously to see Feng Heng's face, only to see that his expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly:

"Xiaomei, go and call him in, I have something to say to him."

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