This king wants to be the leader of the martial arts alliance

Of course, his first reaction was that he didn't want to, after all Yan Dingnan said that he was "not used to it".

But then he was overthrown by himself.

Yan Dingnan said "I'm just not used to it" but he also said "I want a child".

The atmosphere was suddenly a little weird.

The old doctor stroked his beard and looked at the reactions of the people around him, which seemed like a worldly expert who was used to seeing the coldness of the world.

Even Tao Wuya, who doesn't know how to read people's faces, didn't speak.

When she heard the news for the first time, Qiu Luo's eyes lit up, as if she wanted to say something, Chun Yi tugged at her sleeve with a complex expression, so Qiu Luo closed her mouth again, and looked at Ning Yanzhi and Yan Dingnan in a daze .

Yan Dingnan's lips moved, still in disbelief.

His child should have been conceived two years later, why was it earlier?

Two years early...is that still the kid?

Yan Dingnan grasped Ning Yanzhi unconsciously, his eyes darkened, his heart got into a corner, and he was extremely sad.

He asked the old doctor: "Did you... make a wrong diagnosis?"

The old doctor shook his head, and said calmly, "Young Master, if you are, you don't believe me, I can, then, give you a pulse."

Yan Dingnan stretched out his hand.

Everyone didn't understand what he was thinking, but others didn't know how to ask, or what to ask.

Tao Wuya squinted his eyes, and glanced at Ning Yanzhi suspiciously, but he didn't know what to think.

Ning Yanzhi held Yan Dingnan's other hand, and watched nervously as the old doctor diagnosed him.

There were medicinal herbs being sorted out on the counter, and a hint of bitterness wafted through the room, Yan Dingnan didn't even know what he was thinking.

"Indeed ~ yes ~ there is ~."

Yan Dingnan suddenly felt a sense of loss, and she shed a tear in the blink of an eye.

Ning Yanzhi picked him up, but Yan Dingnan didn't respond, as if he had returned to that night again, he sacrificed two lives to save one of Ning Yan's people.

Regardless of whether Ning Yanzhi lived or died in the end, whether he made a comeback or did nothing in his life, he did give up a child.

Tao Wuya bowed his hands to the old doctor and said, "Uncle Tao, please prescribe two more prescriptions for anti-pregnancy."

Before anyone could answer, he walked ahead again and said to Ning Yanzhi, "Come with me."

Yan Dingnan also has a house in the Tao family.

His room was very simple, and the bed was extremely simple. Although someone cleaned it, no one put on a thicker bedding, so Ning Yanzhi could only sit by the bed by himself, protecting him in his arms.

Chunyi put a big bed on the other side with a wink, and laid out a soft bedding before leaving.

For a moment, only Yan Dingnan and Ning Yanzhi were left in the room.

Afraid of scaring him by making a sudden noise, Ning Yanzhi called out in a low voice, "Dingnan."

He didn't ask what was wrong, but he had a vague guess in his heart.

Ever since Yan Dingnan had a high fever, something was wrong with him.

The nostalgia in the eyes when looking at the yard in a daze, holding him and crying at night, and saying "I thought I would never see you again".

Even his killing intent towards Li Yuansong, whom he had never seen before, was very suspicious.

He couldn't think of a reasonable explanation, and his heart grew more and more frightened.

Yan Dingnan suddenly said, "It's different."

Ning Yanzhi's heart suddenly moved, and the worries in his heart disappeared.Gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Yan Dingnan's eyes, and asked in a low voice, "What's the difference?"

"It's different." Yan Dingnan buried his head in his arms, and hugged him tightly with both hands, as if Ning Yanzhi would disappear if he let go.

Ning Yanzhi followed the trend and hugged him in his arms, not daring to use too much force, so he patted his back repeatedly.

Thinking of what Yan Dingnan said back then, Ning Yanzhi asked in a low voice, "What about me?"

He still remembered a very inexplicable sentence Yan Dingnan said.

"My lord... I thought I would never see you again..."

Yan Dingnan's muffled voice came out: "It's different."

Ning Yanzhi shook his hand holding him.

no the same?What's the difference?

He is different, how is it different?

Ning Yanzhi had a hunch that Yan Dingnan had something to hide from him, not the things that Empress Hui told him, but other things, involving bigger things.

He asked in a low voice, "Tell me everything, okay?"

Yan Dingnan opened his mouth, but suddenly he didn't know what to say.

Ning Yanzhi waited patiently for a while, but actually his heart was agitated.

After a while, Yan Dingnan's mood seemed to stabilize a bit, but his body was still trembling a little. He said, "I...I am a dead person."

Ning Yanzhi suddenly opened his eyes wide, helped Yan Dingnan out of his arms, looked at his pale face and the panic and despair in his eyes, suddenly couldn't ask what he wanted to ask.

But Yan Dingnan closed his eyes and said, "I died once, two years later."

There is a lot of information in this sentence, but Ning Yanzhi didn't think about it at all, he suddenly became terrified, and shouted suddenly: "Shut up!"

Yan Dingnan was taken aback by him, scared and sad, with overwhelming grievances welling up in his heart, tears falling down uncontrollably.

Ning Yanzhi held his face and said anxiously: "Dingnan, open your eyes and look at me."

But Yan Dingnan just refused to open his eyes, crying uncomfortably.

Ning Yanzhi looked at it more anxiously and felt uncomfortable.

He said instinctively, "I'm real, open your eyes and look at me."

"It's all a dream, it's all a dream." Ning Yanzhi grabbed his hand, put it on his face, and said, "You live a good life, and I live a good life too."

This sentence made Yan Dingnan's heart tremble, he opened his eyes in a daze, and asked, "You, you know?"

Ning Yanzhi shook his head and said, "That was just a dream."

Yan Dingnan retorted subconsciously: "It's not a dream, I remember it very clearly!"

"Then treat it as a dream." The prince probably has never coaxed someone so softly in his life. Once the words were opened, what he said next became more and more smooth.

"Touch it." He asked, "Can a dead person feel hot and cold? Can a dead person cry?"

Yan Dingnan was keenly aware that when he said the word "dead", his voice trembled, and he began to feel sorry for the prince.

"I, I came back to life again." Yan Dingnan said in a low voice: "Two years later, the father died suddenly, and the third prince ascended the throne... gave poisoned wine to the elder brother, the prince... the prince is... imprisoned, three days later , beheaded."

"Escaped the night before the execution." Yan Dingnan was a little dazed, and said: "But Li Yuansong chased after him. He led the imperial army, but he couldn't find the prince, so he took me..."

Ning Yanzhi remembered that dream, hugged him in his arms, and kissed his forehead without listening to what he said, not knowing how to comfort him.

Yan Dingnan stopped talking, and recalled the despair at that time like masochistic, and suddenly remembered the pain at the beginning.

stomachache.

Thin and dense, like a needle prick.

The pain was so bad that he could hardly move his legs.

He thought that if he was in such pain, the child must be in more pain than him.

But he ignored him so thoroughly.

Looking at Yan Dingnan's expression, Ning Yanzhi felt that it was more than what he said.

But she didn't want to ask, so she just hugged him like that for an afternoon.

Until Yan Dingnan fell asleep, he didn't let go of his hand.

Ning Yanzhi sat with him all afternoon and thought about it all afternoon.

The words Yan Dingnan said were extremely absurd. Anyone would say a lunatic, but he believed it.

Chunyi didn't knock on the door, but directly pushed the door open a gap, poked her head in, and silently passed the chicken soup in her hand forward.

Seeing Ning Yanzhi nodded, she entered the room carefully and closed the door again.

Ning Yanzhi woke Yan Dingnan softly, and seeing the blankness in the other's eyes, he said warmly, "Drink the soup before going to sleep."

Yan Dingnan nodded subconsciously and straightened up.

Ning Yanzhi took the chicken soup from Chunyi's hand, tested the temperature, and then fed him a spoonful of soup.

Chunyi went out again quietly, thinking that Young Master Tao was completely jealous of the young master for finding a good husband, so he always doubted the prince.

It's not that he doesn't know how kind the prince is to the young master.

After entering the chicken soup, Yan Dingnan became more sober, and he regretted that he had said so much.

But looking at the meaning of the prince... you shouldn't think he is a lonely ghost, right?

Yan Dingnan glanced at Ning Yanzhi anxiously, but he didn't dare to reach out to take the soup bowl.

Ning Yanzhi smiled at him, fed him another spoonful of soup, and said softly, "Don't think too much, I'm your husband."

Yan Dingnan's heart felt sour, and his eyes felt a little hot.

Ning Yanzhi laughed at him: "Why are you crying again, the medicine will be brought out later, do you want to cry again?"

Tears were still rolling in his eyes, but Yan Dingnan blushed in embarrassment, and retorted: "No."

"It's fine if you don't." Ning Yanzhi said, "Seeing you cry makes me feel bad."

When the chicken soup was finished, Ning Yanzhi put down the bowl, helped Yan Dingnan up, and asked, "Go for a walk?"

In the twilight, the candlelight illuminated the Prince's expression, it was so gentle that people couldn't refuse.

Yan Dingnan nodded, and naturally had no objection.

After leaving the room, Tao Wuya, who pretended to pass by the courtyard more than a dozen times, finally said his lines: "What a coincidence, brother, you also come out for a stroll?"

Yan Dingnan knew that Tao Wuya was worried about him, and it was not easy to tell him too much, so he nodded and said, "Yes."

After chatting with the relieved Tao Wuya for a while, Chunyi brought over the anti-fetal medicine again.

Seeing Ning Yanzhi looking at him with a smile in his eyes, Yan Dingnan couldn't help but blush.

He didn't want to cry... he just didn't know why... he couldn't control his emotions.

Taking a steady look at the medicine in the bowl, Yan Dingnan closed his eyes, suppressed the bitterness in his heart, and drank it up with his head raised.

Although he lost one, but now this one is really staying in his stomach, and he still needs to take good care of it.

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That night, Ning Yanzhi had another dream.

In the dream, I hurried to the capital, and at a glance, it seemed that Yan Dingnan's frowning, cold face was still there.

In the dream, he was in a big prison, and two guards kicked the simple food in front of him, and said with a sneer, "What are you dragging? Ning Yezhi was killed by a glass of poisoned wine today, and you will be next!"

And a man with a wretched appearance but a cold expression said to him: "Ding Nan was four months pregnant before he died."

Before death, four months.