Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

On the 180th day, after waiting for him for six months, plus three months in a coma, Ye Qiao hadn't seen Dong Zhao for nine months.

The lonely green-haired mandarin duck in the blue sea has gone somewhere, and the Qiong tree has withered after he took care of it for six months, and the weeds on the hillside have grown again and again.

From autumn to winter, this year's weather is much colder than previous years. Ye Qiao was wearing a fluffy white fur coat, and the fluffy high collar covered most of his face. But the shadow of Qingjuanxiu can still be seen.

Ye Qiao pushed open the door, the snow on the roof fell rustlingly, those beautiful eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, quietly looking at the Qiongshu in the yard.

"Azhao, come back quickly, the Qiongshu is not blooming anymore."

The Qiong tree was no longer in bloom, but he still liked to sit under the Qiong tree, make a pot of hot tea, and glance at the Qiong tree that was about to be broken by the snow.

With thin and pitiful fingers pinching the celadon-flowered teacup, he took a sip as if there was nothing there.

Sighing lightly, a cloud of white mist exhaled from his mouth.

He gathered his robes around his body, and couldn't help shivering. In the past, when Dong Zhao was around in the winter, his room was always warmed by charcoal fires, which was better than warm spring. Without him this year, I'm afraid This winter will not be able to survive like this Qiong tree...

"It's almost Chinese New Year, it's time for a reunion, Ah Zhao... Is it time for you to come back?"

The sky was gray and white, as if a snowstorm was coming.

He sat under the Qiongshu for a long time, the tea in the teacup was already cold, and a snowflake fell into the teacup in his hand and instantly merged with the tea.

Ye Qiao raised his head slowly, only to see heavy snow falling up and down the gray sky, like tearing cotton.

He stared blankly at the way up the mountain, waiting for the person who hadn't returned. The heavy snow fell all day and all night, and there was no sign of stopping until the next day.

Snowflakes covered the entire sky of the blue sea, which was covered with snow at a glance, and the blue sea was frozen for thousands of miles. Occasionally, a few unnamed tall birds landed on the ice, digging holes with their sharp beaks to catch fish.

The Qiong tree was bent by the heavy snow, making the last effort rather than bending.

A snow sculpture under the tree was completely covered by snow. I don't know if the people under the snow were frozen and motionless.

A few tenacious birds landed on the snowman with fluffy feathers to rest their feet, and two birds landed on his shoulders and pecked each other's feathers, chirping and jumping for a while before flying away.

A ray of light finally broke through in the sky, but was covered by a gray cloud again.

The fingers holding the teacup moved slightly, shaking off a few snowflakes, the snow on the corners of his lips began to melt, and a circle of white mist came out.

He moved slightly, the snowflakes on his body rustled down, his eyes fell on a certain place and he frowned slightly, suddenly he was startled.

For a long time, Su Bailang would send a thousand paper cranes to him every day, asking him about his recent situation, and talking about what happened to him in recent days.

But six days have passed, and the thousand paper cranes that came every day as promised never came again.

He stood up suddenly, and before he had time to change into his soaked robe, he twirled an Imperial Walking Technique and headed towards the Xiao Family Villa.

The villa is covered with snow, and the two red lanterns in front of the gate are extremely eye-catching.

He walked all the way in a hurry, braving the cold wind, and his soaked robes were wiped dry by him.

Several disciples in the villa were diligently sweeping away the snow in the courtyard. When they saw him coming, they put down their tools and said hello respectfully. Ye Qiao nodded in response and hurried towards the backyard.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he bumped into a student who was in a hurry. The student was holding a copper basin in his hand, and the copper basin fell to the ground by accident. Blood was splashed on the snow, and the bright red spot burned his eyes.

There were many anxious disciples standing back and forth in the yard.

Immediately afterwards, there was a heart-piercing scream in the room, Ye Qiao felt bad, and walked quickly towards the closed room.

Just before he arrived at the door, before he pushed it open, the door of the room opened with a bang, and then another basin full of blood was thrown outside the door, splashing his white boots with blood.

Ye Qiao glanced at the copper basin full of blood, and sucked in a breath of cold air as his heart hurt like being whipped.

Throwing the basin outside was a woman with bloody hands.

Ye Qiao's heart tightened, and he was about to rush in, but the woman reached out her hand to stop him.

"A baby is being born inside! No entry!"

The three words "give birth to a child" were like thunder, Ye Qiao was startled for a moment, and rushed in regardless of the midwife's obstruction.

The pungent bloody smell stirred up the rivers and seas in the stomach, beside the bed, the table was covered with blood-soaked handkerchiefs, and the person on the bed tossed and turned painfully while clutching the wrinkled and soaked quilt, two thin white His legs were covered with bright red blood and trembling uncontrollably, the scene in front of him horrified him.

When Su Bailang saw him coming, there was some comfort in his desperate eyes, he forced an ugly smile, and stretched out his trembling hands.

Ye Qiao grabbed his hand, and the moment Ye Qiao touched it, Ye Qiao couldn't help shivering. There were several piles of charcoal fires burning in the room, and the hot people were sweating profusely, but his hand was as cold as ice.

His eyes fell on Su Bailang's tall belly.

Only then did I understand why Su Bailang never went to Bihaikongqiong to see him, but sent a letter every day. He was about to give birth in the past two days and was tortured so hard that he couldn't care about writing letters.

Su Bailang gritted his teeth tightly, and still smiled, his voice was hoarse and trembling, which made people palpitate, "I'm sorry, Ye Qiao, I did something stupid again without telling you... I asked the void for help." Already... Shengzi Dan..."

It was obviously a short sentence, but he paused several times before finishing it.

"what……"

With a cry of pain, Su Bailang clenched his hand so tightly that the corners of his lips were about to be bitten off.

The pain in the abdomen became more and more intense, coming up densely, and I could clearly feel the pulling pain in the abdomen.

He only felt a warm current flowing out from under his body, and he thought it must be because the amniotic fluid had broken.

Suddenly the midwife screamed, "Blood... blood... blood burst!"

After speaking, the midwife turned around in a hurry with fear on her face, and was about to run away.

Ye Qiao sneered coldly, "What are you going to do!"

The midwife was covered in blood on her hands, she was so frightened that she shuddered and said, "The amniotic fluid collapsed before the amniotic fluid broke.

After speaking, the midwife was so frightened that she ran away.

"return!"

Ye Qiao yelled sharply, the Chixiao sword was summoned at some point, and it hung on the midwife's neck.

"Come back and continue delivering the baby!"

The plain six words, but under the prestige, there is absolutely nothing to say, and there is no room for rejection, so the midwife had no choice but to turn back.

Waves of long needle-like pain kept him awake on the verge of fainting.

Ye Qiao held his hand tightly, her face was very ugly, the people in front of her were desperately trying to give birth to that man's child, but the child's father was hanging around in which flower shop!