"Cough! Cough! Uh, let's go back, the prince's injury is serious!"

After coughing a few times, Chu Qianfeng avoided Mo Yuzhuang's murderous eyes, and quickly started walking in front of Mo Yuzhuang, pretending not to notice.

He clearly heard the conversation between Mo Yuzhuang and Ran Qingchen, but where was Ran Qingchen? Couldn't it be? Chu Qianfeng thought of a terrible fact that chilled her heart.

The pregnant Ran Qingchen was pushed down the mountain and refused to save her?

"Ahem! Ahem!"

Shocked by the seriousness of the facts, Chu Qianfeng coughed deeply. At the end of the cough, a surge of blood surged up. Chu Qianfeng covered his lips and leaned on the tree pole on the side of the mountain. His thoughts were confused, his body went limp, and he fainted and fell to the ground.

On the open palms, blood stained the fingertips.[

"Nan Ming!"

The fierceness in his blood-stained eyes softened, Mo Yuzhuang stared at the bright red color on Chu Qianfeng's finger, and said softly.

"Yes, Master."

An unknown black figure swayed in the forest and appeared behind Mo Yuzhuang, bowing his head in response.

"Take him back to the mansion!"

Thirty thousand enemy troops didn't kill him, so he was lucky! Stepping over Chu Qianfeng's body, Mo Yuzhuang's eyes were cold.

"Master, do you need to deal with it?"

Carrying Chu Qianfeng on his back, Nan Ming followed Mo Yuzhuang with brisk steps.

"No need, a miracle doctor is hard to find in the world. He is more useful alive than dead."

Mo Yuzhuang's voice lingered in the mountain forest blown by the evening wind, and was soon covered up by the sound of forest leaves. The figures of Mo Yuzhuang and Nan Ming turned around the fork in the road and disappeared.

The flowing wind whispers through the valley, whimpering, the setting sun reflects the thin and mottled shadows of the mountain trees, and the sounds of beasts roar everywhere. A white shadow jumps out of the valley, holding a man with a bulging belly in his arms.

Facing the sunset, go far away.

"Who? Who are you? Child, my child..."

The drowsy consciousness floats and falls, like a brief awakening from a dream, followed by an unpredictable deep sleep.

"Here, where is it?"

The beautiful dream turned into reality. Ran Qingchen opened her eyes. She didn't know where she was. She felt that the pain in her body seemed to be fading. Was she dead? She touched her lower abdomen and it was bulging. Fortunately, the child was still alive.

Yes, but why does it feel bigger?

The house is as white as silk, with no extra furniture. There is only one table and two chairs, a shirt cabinet, a screen, and on the windowsill, large and small flower scenes bloom with colorful flowers, which are dazzlingly beautiful.

squeak!

The door opened, and the delicious fragrance of lotus came into the room. Ran Qingchen sat up and looked at the person outside the room. She trembled and fell down.

"ah!"[

Protecting her stomach and unable to close her mouth in shock, Ran Qingchen watched with her own eyes as she fell into a strong and powerful arm, and kept shouting.

"Heh~"

Holding Ran Qingchen and putting him back on the couch, the owner of the crooked arms smiled and said a single tone, walked to the table, cut a piece of apple, returned, stuffed it into Ran Qingchen's mouth, and stopped Ran Qingchen from endlessly

The dry sound.

"You, you, are you a human or a ghost?"

Chewing the sweet apple in her mouth, Ran Qingchen hugged the duvet in front of her and asked with trembling fear.

"Ha~"

He walked to the cave with an apple pierced on the tip of his knife and fed it to Ran Qingchen. The visitor walked back gracefully, with a bright and dazzling smile, as warm as the wind.

"Huh? Why don't you answer my question?"

Feeling thirsty in her body, Ran Qingchen slumped over after eating a piece of delicious apple. She grabbed the freshly peeled apple on the table and ate it without ceremony.

'Brother Four Emperors, long time no see.'

He dipped his fingertips in tea and wiped it on the table. The beautiful font was just as chic, beautiful, strong and bright as Ran Qingchen remembered it.

"Mo, Mo Feng? You, are you still alive?"

The words "Brother Four Emperors" made Ran Qingchen's eyes fog up and she was in disbelief. The apple in her hand fell to the ground.

"Um!"

The single-syllable word was spoken very happily. Ran Mofeng picked up the apple that fell on the ground, put it into the porcelain plate with the peel, and nodded.

"Then, why didn't you come to us? Yan'er, I miss you so hard."

When mentioning the woman he loved, Ran Qingchen felt a little embarrassed. After a pause, he added, "Follow me back to see Yan'er, okay?"

No matter what happened to Ran Mofeng in the past year or so, that woman should at least know that the person she misses most is still alive, right?

'Brother Four Emperors, Mo Feng will not go back, and you will not go back either.'

With his eyes full of bitterness, Ran Mofeng lit some tea and wrote the words on the table.

"Why? Why don't you go back? I have Yan'er's flesh and blood, how can I have a child without seeing the Queen Mother? Mo Feng, why have you become so cruel?"

Excited, Ran Qingchen grabbed Ran Mofeng's shoulders and yelled.[

"well!"

Unmoved by Ran Qingchen's words, Ran Mofeng stood up, pulled Ran Qingchen out of the house, turned around the corridor, opened another side door, and walked in.

"This, this is?"

The house is filled with portraits of women in various forms, some enjoying lotuses in the garden, some meditating in front of a candle, some laughing and pretty, some domineering. They are wielding swords, killing enemies in battle, and riding horses.

Looking back and smiling, her face is as beautiful as jade, vividly reflected on the paper.

'Brother Four Emperors, not seeing each other means not missing each other. There is a kind of love that needs to be buried deep in the heart and brewed for a long time.'
Chapter completed!