Seifu's hand paused, slowly squat son, by sitting on the bed, she first looked at this great Tim Martin, he seemed lost some contour cheeks and chin more sharp, pale blue black under the eyes traces in the night against the backdrop of more obvious. Seifu staring at him, the thought has drunk unconscious person suddenly move a little, Seifu also surprised, after quickly step back, fortunately Yan Hong Tim did not wake up, his mouth muffled saying something .
Seifu relieved, and my heart curious drunk after Yan Hong Tim would say, light Yaochun, Seifu prone to ear close to the child -
"...... I will not let the white dead loved children ......"
Yan Hong Tim vague yet deep voice across the ears, Seifu mind blank for a moment, holding the hand of Tim Yan Hong unconscious grasp, has been asleep for a long time staring Tim Yan Hong, Qingfeng wriggle asked: "Really?"
Sound light was almost hear Qingfeng own, naturally there will be no answer. Seifu just think Tim Hong Yan Hua Ting a whisper, then a cold Qingfeng's face immediately. He can not do whatever they want to say, is not it. But she wants, Xin Yue Ning is dead! He can do it?
One hundred and seventh chapters pregnant
Poria every three to five days with Han prince will come to master greeting, Leo Palace to talk about things that happen these days, the master is always quietly listening, and occasionally look at Han prince, but it never hold him, That day, Poria again with Han asked the prince to come, it said less than a Zhancha effort, Poria felt Seifu seem distracted, hand position has been pressure in the chest, and his face is not very good.
Poria worried and asked: "Master, what are you up?"
"Some uncomfortable." These days are like this, especially when getting up in the morning, particularly uncomfortable.
Poria Yan Han gently on the couch, walked around Qingfeng, squat son, said:. "Slaves to it you Baba Mai"
"Good." Seifu put his hand out, Poria hand on slender wrist, looking slightly changed after a moment, to see the Qingfeng's actually some hint of tears in his eyes: "master ...... you ......"
"How?" Seifu it is inexplicable.
Poria laughed: "Congratulations to master, you pregnant, and has been more than three months." God did not ill-treat finally master, so soon gave masters brought new hope.
"Impossible!" Seifu frightened hand back, staring at the Tuckahoe like what she said incredible things.
That night downpour, fell down from the sky like rain in general, can only stand on the porch Mingze vigil against boredom cloister pillars, staring at the yard, the rain hit the quartzite crackling splashes mist.
At this point, has been closed door suddenly opened. Midnight passed, this time should rest is. Mingze alert straightened up, staring at the door. Poria lean figure came out, frayed nerves Mingze slow slow, and sometimes at night when the value, Poria often do eat him, but did not like it so late today.
Mingze not just about opening the eyes, but found Poria today and in the past is somewhat different, heavy rain hit the side of the stone steps cloister provoked spray splashing Qunjiao her, she did not feel like a general, standing in front of the room, reddish eyes, eyes staring at him strangely.
Mingze slight frown, did not go over, cold back at her.
"You and masters have long recognized right?"
Big rain, Poria voice almost drowned rain, Mingze is martial arts person, naturally hear her words, cold Mouzhong flashed a surprise, Mingze slowly toward her, but did not answer her.
Poria still staring at a pair of eyes in silence, some shaking voice, do not know because flustered or angry, "That rainy night, that you umbrella to master, so you simply recognized early that day, including room, you rushed You hold her ...... "
"What are you talking about?" Mingze Di heard, his face gray, interrupted to say go on Tuckahoe.
Poria also know that if these words were listened to others, what will happen, secretly took a deep breath, did not continue. Mingze seemed to calm a bit to see her, and she did not want to explain, turned to go, I did not expect Poria suddenly forward, grabbed his sleeve.
"In fact, before you do that, do not help me, help her, is not it?" The other, she can not ask, but it, she wondered, you want an answer.
Mingze brow screwed up again, he did not want to help a beginning Poria, but she is Seifu personal female officer before giving her a little more attention, and later ...... she later found the man, very good, work seriously, people are very sincere, but also to her a little more attention.
But the question ...... what a good answer? ! Mingze mind some inexplicable irritability.
Mingze silence, in Tuckahoe seems, is the default. No wonder he always often help her rescue, but very cold to her, she had comforted himself, his temper has always been so cold, but also because he was cold, yet again and again to help her, reminding her that if nothing else feelings, how he would do.
It turned out that everything is her own wishful thinking.
Poria feel silly, unrequited love for so long, self-deprecating Poria think he must have felt she was very funny now.
Loosen took his hand and sleeves, Poria turned and ran into the house.
Mingze just still thinking about how to answer the question Poria, the next moment, a loose sleeves, door snapped shut in front of him.
That night, staring at the door Mingze closed doors, listening to the rumble of thunder outside, while inexplicable, how are restless heart.
"Ah -"
Rainy night, under the bursts of thunder, a scream suddenly sounded. Dark, Qingfeng sat on the bed, his face pale, his forehead full of sweat, long wet hair sticking to the neck. Because gasped in horror while breathing, throat dry have to get angry.
"The Goddess?! How do you? Nightmares that?" Wishful outer side clasp shirt, walked into the side of the chamber, see Seifu or a frightened look, quickly pour a glass of water, to get to bed, "Goddess, you drink the water."
Seifu there is a shaking hand, took the cup, rush to pour down, and even a couple of drinks, she felt dry throat, a little uncomfortable, heart slowly settled down. The empty cup and handed smug, Seifu whispered:. "Nothing, you ...... you withdraw it."
Since the Zhi Prince died, the empress would not let the night in the library next to the living wait, and wishful no way out of the house.
Seifu bed, never sleep, she dreamed that she just seems to be back in the dark days of prison, surrounded by cold and dark, only a cold hand grabbed her hands and feet, tearing her in she was unable to struggle, when suddenly a foot severely kicked her stomach -
Seifu suck down a cold lump, hands tightly against his stomach, do not want to go all the dream recall. Tianlao why she dreamed it? Because today Poria told her she was pregnant, and afraid it will do this nightmare? This is not a real nightmare and would not it?
Mind suddenly go past a vague shadow, is the day the woman in prison, who she ...... in the end what is it? Why would she be in there for so many years? Seifu up suddenly interested in her, maybe she should go and see her.
Since the last drunk, add half a month did not come to Hong Yan breeze temple, that night Haishi passed, wishful came over and said Seifu ask him over, worried about her what happened, Yan Hong Tim hurried past, opened the doors of the house, actually saw Seifu sitting alone on a tree swing, whipped Qunjiao ink made tempting.
Yan Hong Tim trance moment, it seems that she saw a year ago, when she is so faint smile blooming lips, sat quietly on a swing.
Seifu see him, slightly raising his hand to call him over, smiled and said:. "Stars Tonight's beautiful, sit down with me now."
He has not seen for a long time so Seifu laugh, Yan Hong Tim deluded like in general, came to sit beside Seifu. Seifu head held high, some obsessed with watching the sky, a long, whispered: "I heard people die, will become the stars, so many stars in the sky you say, there is a children loved it? "
Yan Hong Tim suddenly throbbing heart, but also a profound know, now, after all, not a year ago.
"There is it?" Asked Seifu perseverance.
"There is now." Tim Yan Hong answer was chilled.
"Which one?"
Yan Hong Tim shook hands slightly tighten the rope swing, so he did not answer the Qingfeng, whispered:. "Brightest sinking, sinking it, I should be dead, do not know if it will also become the stars If children can Zhi sinking near enough. "
"You talk a lot tonight." She never ever put in front of him loved children, he is also reluctant to mention in front of her, like two children loved the box, do not touch, in order to maintain calm on the surface, Seifu weird tonight.
Seifu really no longer speak, swing slightly Dangzhao until neck pain, Seifu slowly bowed his head. While, it said: "There is something, want to tell you."
Really something. Yan Hong Tim silent, waiting for her to say.