Monk, this child is yours

Ye Qingshuang has been taking care of Ye Qingshuang for the past few days when he contracted the wind and cold.

When Ye Qingshuang's forehead was hot, Wu Jian would cool Ye Qingshuang with a handkerchief soaked in ice water, and Wu Jian would bring the food for lunch or dinner himself.

While Ye Qingshuang enjoyed Wu Jian's care, he was also very embarrassed, because what happened that night was still lingering in his mind, which made him somewhat unable to face Wu Jian, but Wu Jian had a calm face. After getting along for a few days, he also don't care.

He felt that both the original body and himself should not think too much about those intimate behaviors towards Wu Jian, otherwise his position would become very awkward, like a child in his stomach, although it was obtained by the original body and Han Feixue , but now it is indeed in his stomach.

After thinking about it for a few days, he realized that the more he cares about, the more he will be disappointed, it is better to do whatever he wants.

After Ye Qingshuang thought about it, her mood improved a lot, and she would chat with Wujian to relieve boredom when she had nothing to do.

Of course, Wujian didn't talk when he was free, and would sit alone on the bed behind the screen and meditate and chant scriptures. Because of his illness, Wujian didn't go out, and almost stayed with him every step of the way.

This body is the same as the modern Ye Qingshuang, who suffers from dizziness, continuous fever, and general weakness after a cold, and will recover automatically in a few days.

When Ye Qingshuang's headache relieved and the boat had not yet sailed to the south, Ye Qingshuang invited Wu Jian in a good mood: "Master, do you want to go out and have a look?"

"Okay." Wu Jian has a gentle and soft personality, and Ye Qingshuang will hardly refuse requests.

The two walked out of the guest room and walked to the deck through the corridor. There were only a few boatmen on the wide deck. Ye Qingshuang walked to the railing along the boat, leaned on the railing, blowing the sea breeze, and looked at the blue sea. He stroked the chest on his chest. Long hair turned back and said: "The south is rich in pearls and jade, maybe you can find a golden heart."

"Just follow the fate." Wu Jian squinted his eyes and looked at the sky where the water and the sky were uniform, and said with some concern: "The benefactor is just right for the wind and cold, and the sea breeze is a bit strong, so it is not suitable to stay outside for a long time."

"I know." Ye Qingshuang nodded, and then said: "Master, has he seen this instrument before?"

Ye Qingshuang took out the flute from her sleeve and held it in both hands for Wu Jian to see.

Wu Jian saw the green bamboo tube with small holes and a red tassel hanging from one end. He had never seen a musical instrument before, so he shook his head and said, "The poor monk has never seen it before."

Ye Qingshuang smiled softly: "This instrument is called Dongxiao, how about I play a song for the master."

"Okay." Wu Jian nodded with a smile.

"What kind of music does the master want to hear?" He has countless scores in his mind, but he doesn't know which one to play, so he asks.

Wu Jian pursed his lips and said, "It's fine for the benefactor to do as he pleases."

Ye Qingshuang actually wanted to play "Swordsman", but in his heart, playing this song alone would make him feel lonely and melancholy, so after Wu Jian recovered, he would play the duet with Wu Jian.

Now that countless tunes in his memory have been skipped from his mind, he randomly picked out a "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" and played it. The melodious and melodious tune echoed around the two of them. Ye Qingshuang played it seriously. , without looking sideways at the sea.

If it was night now, it would be more charming to play such a tune, but Ye Qingshuang played it very naturally.

Habitually walking around while playing, he came to Wujian, and Wujian put his hands together and smiled at him indifferently, as if he also felt that the tune was particularly pleasant, but his face was as indifferent as ever.

Ye Qingshuang played the flute, attracting Yan Huayan and Dong Shaoling who were chatting in the guest room.

When the two came out, they saw Ye Qingshuang walking around Wujian playing the flute, Ye Qingshuang's eyes never left Wujian, there was joy in those eyes, but Wujian was smiling kindly as always.

Seeing such a scene, Dong Shaoling couldn't help sighing.

Yan Huayan knew that Ye Qingshuang had Han Feixue's child, and she sympathized with Ye Qingshuang's current situation.

The two of them just stood like this, listening to the flute, looking at Ye Qingshuang and Wujian, they both felt that they were not so suitable, but Ye Qingshuang smiled naturally, as if he didn't care about Han Feixue's amnesia or Han Feixue's becoming a monk.

The two also admired Ye Qingshuang even more because of Ye Qingshuang's feelings. Ye Qingshuang was not only proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also so dedicated.

Dong Shaoling and Yan Huayan stared at the two of them for a while and then returned to the guest room. Seeing the current situation of Ye Qingshuang and Han Feixue, they couldn't help but sigh.

Dong Shaoling frowned slightly and said, "Mr. Yan is going to the south, but you want to go back and return?"

Yan Huayan shook her head, "After finding the golden heart for Mr. Han, if I leave here now, no one can protect Mr. Ye's safety. Mr. Han has lost all his martial arts, so he needs the golden heart."

"I've heard of the rumor of the golden heart in the south before. When I go there to discuss business with local businessmen, I'll ask to see if I've heard of the golden heart." Dong Shaoling said.

"Jiange has also been looking for the golden heart in the south, but I haven't found it. I will go back to the pavilion to find out the news." Yan Huayan said.

"Then for Mr. Ye, after we go to the south, we will inquire about the golden heart." Dong Shaoling pondered.

"En." Yan Huayan nodded in agreement.

After playing the song, Ye Qingshuang asked Wu Jian with a smile, holding the flute in his hand, "Master, do you want to try playing this instrument?"

Wu Jian shook his head and said: "The poor monk has never seen a musical instrument, so I'm afraid he doesn't know how to play it."

"I can teach the master how to play." Ye Qingshuang said happily, he was very happy to teach Wu Jian how to play the hole Xiao, if it was someone else, he would definitely refuse, Wu Jian is different.

Wu Jian smiled and didn't answer. Ye Qingshuang knew that Wu Jian didn't want to learn, so he didn't say anything, but played a few more songs by himself, and the two returned to the guest room.

There are still two days left to go ashore, after Ye Qingshuang recovered from his illness, he didn't dare to disturb Wujian again at night.

After getting off the boat, Dong Shaoling took them directly to Dong's Mansion in the south. The Dong's Mansion was very big, and they followed Dong Shaoling along the vermilion corridors around several bends before reaching the guest room in the inner courtyard. Ye Qingshuang was a little disappointed. Although he couldn't crawl into a double bed at night when he was on the boat, he slept in a room, and he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but was very comfortable.

Now they have to sleep separately, Ye Qingshuang is always a little bit reluctant, but he can't help it.

Dong Shaoling said that he would rest in the mansion today and meet guests tomorrow night, and let them rest well during the period.

As soon as Yan Huayan arrived at Dong's mansion, she bid farewell to Ye Qingshuang and went to Jiange to inquire about the golden heart.

Ye Qingshuang fell asleep after getting off the boat, and touched her stomach unconsciously when she got up. Yan Huayan said that he had a baby in his stomach, but he didn't feel it at all, and he wouldn't have morning sickness like a woman.

He got up with a long breath, and walked out of the yard. The yard was filled with fragrance of flowers, and the birds kept singing on the branches. He stretched himself, exercised his muscles habitually, and looked at the door of the next room. Then, he walked over slowly, seeing Wu Jian sitting on the bed and meditating a little bored, so he had to go back to the room and close the door.

When Ye Qingshuang entered the space again, he was taken aback by the sight in front of him. The apples, pears, and bananas were all ripe, and the vegetables growing beside them were also full of attractive luster.

Ye Qingshuang couldn't help swallowing, approached the apple tree, picked an apple, took a bite, and the crisp and sweet taste filled her mouth.

The familiar taste made him want to stop, and he took a few more bites before finishing the apple.

In this era, there are very few fresh fruits, and almost none are sold. Normally, fresh and good-looking fruits will be sent to the palace, but he has been in this world for so long, and he has not eaten any fruits except pastries, so Seeing the fruits in front of him, his eyes could light up.

After Ye Qingshuang ate an apple, he immediately picked a pear and ate it, and then he ate bananas, tomatoes, cucumbers and other things. He burped and lay down on the grass to rest for a while.

Originally, I wanted to go out and bring some to Wujian, but I was afraid that Wujian would have doubts about what he took out, so I had to give up.

He was thinking how great it would be if one day he could sell these vegetables and fruits in his space so that everyone could eat them in normal times, but he really doesn't have such ability as a famous flower house.

He originally planned to go south to look for ways to make money, but time was running short, and he might have to wait until the work was over.

Ye Qingshuang felt a little regretful that he couldn't bring fruit to Wu Jian. When he left the space, he picked a grape and kept it in his palm. He wanted to find a chance to eat it for Wu Jian.

Ye Qingshuang went out of the space and opened the door again to look at the next door. Wu Jian was sitting at the table drinking water, he knocked on the door and said, "Master Wu Jian, is it convenient for you to come in?"

"Yes." Wu Jian put down his cup and nodded, "The benefactor has nothing to do today, so why not take a rest?"

"It's almost time to rest." Ye Qingshuang sat down next to Wu Jian unceremoniously, poured a glass of water and took a sip, and asked: "The master said before that Master Wu Jian's health is good and bad. Has there been a relapse recently?"

Wu Jian shook his head, "No. It's almost healed."

"So, as long as you find the golden heart, the master will be completely healthy?" Ye Qingshuang asked after taking a sip of tea.

"Maybe." He replied indiscriminately: "It's good to let the matter of Jin Jianxin follow the fate. It's also good to go out to practice this time and see the south."

Ye Qingshuang really didn't know what the monk said about the practice, but specifically speaking, he hadn't been a monk for a long time, so he shouldn't be considered a real monk. Ye Qingshuang couldn't say anything if he confined himself like this.

Ye Qingshuang touched the grapes in his cuffs, then took the cup in front of Wujian, filled the glass with a kettle, took out the grapes in his sleeves, put them in tea, and pushed the cup in front of Wujian, "Master, please drink .”

Wu Jian didn't say anything when he saw Ye Qingshuang's behavior, but Ye Qingshuang put the purple spherical thing he had never mentioned into the cup, and he couldn't help asking: "What did the benefactor put?"

"What can be eaten is not meat." Ye Qingshuang said so without further explanation.

Wu Jian nodded and didn't ask any more questions, but drank the water, and finally ate the grape into his mouth. After eating, he didn't marvel, nor said it was delicious, but just smiled at Ye Qingshuang peacefully.

Ye Qingshuang squinted her eyes and smiled happily, the shallow pear dimple on her right cheek looked particularly pleasing.