Sima Tulan has been fond of following her brother in and out of the military camp since she was a child. She is good at riding horses and archery. She has a tall and well-proportioned figure with copper-like skin and iron-like bones. She is healthier and stronger than women of the same age. However, since she has a baby in her belly
Yi Huaiyu's flesh and blood grew, and her movements were greatly restricted. After a fire in the military camp, she finally couldn't stand it any longer.
After rescuing Sima Dulan from the fire, Yi Huaiyu didn't worry too much. Seeing that she was talking and laughing as usual and in better spirits than before, he thought it was nothing serious. However, that night, Sima Dulan, who had never had any reactions to nausea, began to feel nauseous.
He vomited all over the place and turned pale.
"It's the fetal force. During pregnancy, it is most taboo to get angry and make violent movements. Miss Sima should be more careful in the future!"
Under the dark expression of Yi Huaiyu, the doctor who accompanied the army carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead and wrote a prescription for miscarriage under the dim light. However, he also knew that there was no place to get the medicine at this time, so he had to take the medicine prepared before.
Fortunately, Sima Tulan didn't mind it very much. No matter whether it was new medicine or old medicine, as long as it was handed over by Yi Huaiyu himself, no matter how bitter it was, she could just drink it up in one gulp.
"Go and have a rest." On the first night after arriving at the border guard camp in the south, Yi Huaiyu and the border guard general discussed matters and returned to the camp under the stars and moon. When he saw Sima Duran sitting on the felt blanket sewing clothes stitch by stitch, the dull pain began to hurt again in his forehead.
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"When I'm not here yet, why are you urging me?" Sima Duran didn't even raise her head. She chewed the silk thread and let out a sigh, "Finally the sewing is done. You are really the second prince, acting cold in front of others and behind the scenes.
General, why don’t you know how to sew your clothes when they are torn? Do you think the soldiers will laugh at you?"
Is the dignified prince going to embroider with needle and thread?
Yi Huaiyu chuckled and sat helplessly on the other end of the carpet: "Leave these matters to others. Didn't the doctor tell you to get more rest and don't catch a cold? I don't want you to return to the imperial capital skinny and let everyone in the Sima family die.
Come to me and fight for your life."
Sima Tulan raised her head and rolled her eyes at Yi Huaiyu, and continued to sew another coat, but the words between her lips and teeth did not stop: "Don't always make trouble with my brother and uncle. If they don't pursue it, you still have to let this child go."
Regardless of whether it works or not? After all, you are the one who planted the seeds of evil, and few fathers are aware of it!"
"It doesn't matter, I don't care about the kids."
The indifferent and lazy tone made Sima Duran shake his palm, and the sharp sewing needle pricked his fingertip, and a large drop of bright red blood quietly rolled down.
She raised her red lips and smiled, but Sima Duran still lowered her head: "I don't care? Is it because I am pregnant? If it were Su Shiyun, you would have thousands of worries, right? That's right, the mother is more valuable than the son, so she is a concubine.
It's a phenomenon that only happens when people are competing for favor and dominance. Su Shiyun is the only one in your heart, so naturally her children are also important to her."
Yi Huaiyu didn't know women very well, but he could clearly smell the jealousy in Sima Duran's words. He took a deep breath and his smile faded: "This has nothing to do with whose child it is. I don't like children in the first place, and now I don't like them either."
This is not the time to spend a lot of energy on your children."
"Does that mean you don't want this child?" Sima Duran asked without hesitation.
Yi Huaiyu stared blankly for a moment with his mouth half open. In the end, he couldn't find a suitable answer. He smiled bitterly and lay back on the felt blanket with his arms as pillow.
"Tu'er, do you have to think of me as a villain who doesn't understand emotions?"
"If you want to be a villain yourself, what does it have to do with me? If you weren't forced by the situation, wouldn't you still be planning to push me as a burden to others? I don't know which god you offended in your previous life, but you let me fall on you in this life. ."
After having a confused relationship, Yi Huaiyu did make plans to hand over Sima Tulan to Ou Suiliang, but at that time he didn't know that she was already pregnant with his flesh and blood, and he wanted to stick to his vow to Su Shiyun. , and at the same time, he also considered that Ou Suiliang liked this overactive daughter, so he became a real villain.
But if you think about it carefully, he is indeed not a good person.
Out of boredom, he casually took Sima Tulan's mended clothes and took a look at them. Yi Huaiyu was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't laugh or cry: "Forget it, stop sewing, I might as well do it myself."
The stitches are so big and crooked that they look like a drunkard's. Can they be worn even after they are sewn?
Of course, Sima Duran could understand the meaning of his words. She glared, angrily threw away her needle and thread and her mended gown, and sat in the corner with her knees in her arms. Maybe it was uncomfortable to hold a child in this position. After a while, Sima Tulan stretched out her legs and feet again, but this way she couldn't gather the heat and inevitably shivered from the cold.
Yi Huaiyu kept watching her tossing and turning, and suddenly sat up and hooked his fingers: "Come over here and sit down."
Sima Tulan moved to sit next to Yi Huaiyu. Not surprisingly, strong and warm arms fell around his shoulders, as if he was trapped in a cave at that time. People often say that things are different, but people are different. Sima Tulan always believed that people can remain unchanged. Back then, she could help Yi Huaiyu escape danger or live and die with him. This is still the case today.
"I know there are many reasons why you married me, but I just pretend you can't see it." Sima Tulan let out a cold breath as she leaned her head sideways on Yi Huaiyu's shoulder, "Actually, I don't want to argue with Miss Su either. What? It doesn’t matter whether you want to pay attention to me or not, I just don’t want to let myself have any regrets - even if I can’t give you what you want, at least I will be the one who can die with you.”
The cold wind whistled outside the tent, and it was unclear if there were any snowflakes dancing lightly. Yi Huaiyu listened quietly, without any fluctuations in his heart.
He has always been clear about Sima Duran's thoughts.
"Tu'er, in your opinion, why did I marry you? For the help of General Sima and Master Yao?"
"That's not it. Is it because of this lump of meat in my belly? I don't know who just kept saying that he doesn't care about the child." There is always a safe and hypnotic feeling when leaning on Yi Huaiyu's shoulder, Sima Duran murmured lazily, Not happy, but not sad either.
That's it. It's known to the world that he is in love with Su Shiyun. Even if he knew it was her when he was drunk and having sex that night, what does that mean? Does he like her?
Sima Tulan never dreams of hopelessness.
The hourglass spun a few more times countless times. As sleepiness set in, Sima Duran gradually couldn't hear the sound of the wind outside the tent. She only remembered breathing evenly by her ears and the careful warmth on her lips, gentle and full of affection and compassion. .
"If I had met you first..."
The misty assumption was followed by a long silence, which lasted until Sima Duran fell into a deep sleep. After that, Yi Huaiyu also closed his eyelids, taking in the warm fragrance in his arms, and had a clear night's sleep.
In his dream, the world of mortals was reversed, and when he returned to the young Xuanyu, he had never been to Yingchi, a place full of soft songs from the water town, and he had not engraved in his heart any woman who bowed her head and smiled gently, but only the angry horse in bright clothes beside him. , the dashing figure who traveled across the country with him.
And a dream is always a dream, and when you wake up, everything becomes empty.