Monk, this child is yours

Ye Qingshuang stayed in Huangzhuang with peace of mind, feeling that time passed quickly.Because his belly was getting bigger and bigger, he had to try not to go out as much as possible.

In order to grow food, he had no choice but to bring Huo Ling into the space and let Huo Ling find food suitable for Jing to grow.

He doesn't care about these things himself, so he has a lot of leisure.

As soon as he was free, he thought about more things. He wondered if Wujian was doing well now?

He learned the news from Huo Ling that the potatoes in Yecheng had prevented the people there from migrating, and also made many people who used to be in Yecheng return to Yecheng, and the reputation of giving potatoes without giving alms spread even further. Now everyone knows that there is a Master Wujian in Jingguo. No one has seen his appearance. Every time he gives alms, he wears a monk's robe and a gauze cap, which looks noble and sacred. Master Wujian is strong in martial arts and profound in Buddhism. Reading the scriptures can bring people to great enlightenment.

Ye Qingshuang actually felt a little uncomfortable hearing Huo Ling say this, and he didn't know why he felt uncomfortable, but felt that these things were not what he had seen with his own eyes, but were said from someone else's mouth, and he felt inexplicably sad.

As time passed day by day, the weather became colder and colder, and the lotus flowers in the lake turned from pink to withered yellow.

From time to time, he would still think of the amazement he saw when he first entered the manor, but unfortunately, it has withered now.

The flower trees in front of the court seem more depressed than before.

He came to this world and was about to enter his first winter, so he felt a little uneasy for no reason.

He lay on a soft blanket, wrapped himself in a thicker tiger skin, and flipped through a book similar to a story club.

He hardly went out now, because the child was seven months old and his stomach was already distended, and Huo Ling wouldn't let him go out, so he had to stay indoors while reading a book and drinking hot water.

Speaking of the tiger skin covering his body, Huo Ling personally hunted it. At that time, he thought the tiger skin was very beautiful, but he couldn't help but think of Wu Jian's compassionate face, even though Wu Jian never stopped him from abusing Killing innocent lives, but he knew that Wu Jian was definitely unwilling to kill any life in his heart.

Because of this thought, he became more and more missing, and also seemed a little depressed.

From time to time, I would touch my stomach, and then be kicked by the little life in my stomach, feeling even more desolate.

"What is Qingshuang thinking?" Huo Ling knelt beside him, perhaps feeling his emotions, that's why he asked.

He threw the book aside casually, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I just think this book looks really boring!"

"Then why don't I take you out for a walk, you haven't been out for a month." Huo Ling suggested this, Ye Qingshuang thought about it and really should go out to relax, otherwise he would be suffocated, "Okay, Then get out."

Ye Qingshuang slowly got up from the blanket, and then took the robe from the shelf and put it on carefully. His current robes are all custom-made by Huo Ling, which are relatively large, and they are not very visible when worn. It turned out that his belly was particularly distended, because it was almost December, and the robe was thick and warm.

After Ye Qingshuang put on his robe, Huo Ling took up the cloak on one side, put it on Ye Qingshuang, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Be careful of catching a cold."

Ye Qingshuang just raised his eyes and looked at Huo Ling, a little surprised in his heart, because Huo Ling looked at him differently than before, he lowered his head in panic, coughed lightly, "Hurry up and get out."

"Okay." Huo Ling replied.

Huo Ling helped Ye Qingshuang go down the steep stairs, and walked through the long corridor to the courtyard.

The sky was dark and dark, and it seemed that it was going to snow. Some time ago, Ye Qingshuang was still wondering why it wasn't snowing. Could it be that it was going to snow today?

Thinking of this, his melancholy mood was swept away, and he looked forward to the first snow in this world.

"Go out and have a look." Ye Qingshuang wanted to go out of the building to have a look, but Huo Ling smiled knowingly and didn't stop him, he only cared: "Qingshuang, walk slowly."

Ye Qingshuang wholeheartedly wanted to go outside to see where she would walk slower.

In fact, what he mainly wanted to see was the most beautiful pond of lotus ever, and the food grown by Huo Ling. How is it now?

Some time ago, I saw that most of the lotus flowers had withered. I wonder if it is even more depressed now?

When he walked out of the building, went around to the Baiyu Bridge, and saw a pool of ruined lotus, he didn't feel the sadness he had when he saw it in the past.

The emerald green lake rippled round and round. He stared at the lake for a while and felt the coldness between his fingers. He couldn't help but look up at the sky. The sky covered by dark clouds was scattered with snowflakes. He couldn't help but Showing a rare smiling face recently, he leaned on the railing and stared at the falling snowflakes for a long time before looking sideways at Huo Ling, and found that Huo Ling seemed to have been looking at him just now.

Huo Ling said, "Qingshuang, are you happy now?"

For some reason, Huo Ling would ask such a question.

is he happyHow could he be happy without cum?

For him, the only deep bond in this world is nothingness, so he smiled and shook his head, "I don't know."

"Really?" Huo Ling seemed a little lost, hesitated for a while, wanted to say something to him, but didn't say it.

Ye Qingshuang didn't know that after a long, long time, every time it snowed, he couldn't help crying when he thought of Huo Ling at this time.

But he also knew that Huo Ling didn't want him to cry, so he could only endure and endure, silently remembering.

He leaned on the railing and looked at the pool of withered lotus for a long time before he said to Huo Ling: "Let me go and see how the things you planted are doing well?"

"Okay." Huo Ling followed Ye Qingshuang's footsteps and walked along the Baiyu Bridge to the Zhuangtian on the shore of the lake.

When Ye Qingshuang approached Zhuangtian, he discovered that the leaves of those transplanted fruit trees were still green, but they did not bear fruit, and the planted sweet potatoes, radishes and other foods seemed to be edible.

Huo Ling said: "When these things mature, I will take these things to the palace."

"That's good, father will be very happy." Ye Qingshuang felt that even if there were not many of these foods in Huangzhuang, it could solve part of the problem of food and clothing. What's more, in the near future, people can grow these things, and the whole country will become rich. .

Thinking of this, he himself became a little excited.

I really want to see what the changed Beijing will look like.

The snow fell harder and harder. Huo Ling was afraid that Ye Qingshuang would catch the wind and cold, so he said: "Let's go back. After a while, the wind and snow will be heavy."

"En." Ye Qingshuang nodded slightly.

When the two returned to the main house where Ye Qingshuang lived, it was already snowing heavily outside.

While wiping her hair with a cloth towel, Ye Qingshuang watched the falling snow, and said to Huo Ling excitedly: "When the snow falls, you can go to have a snowball fight and build a snowman."

"?" Huo Ling knew that Ye Qingshuang might be talking about things in his world, so he was a little confused. The people of Jing didn't do what Ye Qingshuang said, so he could only smile and say, "Okay."

Ye Qingshuang dried her hair and handed the towel to Huo Ling, "Why don't you wipe it off? Brother Ling still has snow on his hair."

Huo Ling took the cloth towel from Ye Qingshuang's hand and lowered his eyes, looked at the cloth for a long time before wiping his long hair.

Snow is falling outside the house, and it is slightly cold. No one knows whether the people inside the house are warm or cold inside...