Whose cub is the teacher pregnant with?

"Are your feet?"

Yan Jingfeng said in surprise, "Is it too cold?"

Nuo Ning stomped her feet. Although she felt a lot better when she stood up, it was still very painful, and she felt uncomfortable due to cramps.

"I don't know," Nuo Ning said, "It's not cold in the house, and I haven't gone out these days, but I always have cramps..."

Moreover, the smoking was particularly severe today, and it was basically enough to rub it twice before, but now she was a little unsteady standing in front of Yan Jingfeng's Z, and Nuo Ning's forehead was in pain with fine beads of sweat.

Yan Jingfeng saw that Nuo Ning's expression was not good, so she reached out to support her waist, and helped her to the side of the bed.

Lifting up the quilt, Yan Jingfeng let Nuo Ning get in and exposed a foot, then lit the candle lamp beside the bed, looked at Nuo Ning's feet, and stretched out her hand to cover them.

"You said it wasn't cold." Yan Jingfeng said helplessly, "It's no wonder that your feet don't have cramps when your feet are so cold."

Nuo Ning was embarrassed by Yan Jingfeng's hands, and wanted to pull it back but couldn't break free.

"Don't you think it's dirty?" Nuo Ning blushed and complained, "I just stepped on the ground."

"The floor is clean every day, how can it be dirty." Yan Jingfeng lowered her head and cast a small spell on the palm of her hand, looked at her round and fair toes and said, "Besides, I don't dislike it, so why are you so embarrassed?"

Who is embarrassed!

Nuo Ning hugged the quilt and leaned against the bed uncomfortably, and said sullenly: "Who hasn't had cramps yet, why make such a fuss... Hiss!!"

Yan Jingfeng watched the tendons on Nuo Ning's instep jumping 'chug', and couldn't help feeling distressed and funny, she covered the jumping place with her palm, and said, "Let me help you, it's not convenient for you alone."

Nuo Ning wanted to say something, but Yan Jingfeng covered herself so comfortably, she hummed twice, hugged the quilt and blinked, staring at Yan Jingfeng without speaking.

Putting her feet on Yan Jingfeng's lap, Nuo Ning could feel the temperature of her thighs. Yan Jingfeng's body temperature has always been higher than hers. Nuo Ning still remembers that she was a small stove when she was taking care of Yan Jingfeng. For years, Yan Jingfeng has been taking care of her.

While lamenting that time is not forgiving, Nuo Ning couldn't help but quietly looked at Yan Jingfeng.

In her 20s, a girl's family is at its most beautiful, and Yan Jingfeng is no exception. She has handsome eyebrows, a straight nose, and even her thin lips look softer under the candlelight.

No wonder Yan Jingfeng is so popular.

Nuo Ning hugged and rubbed the quilt in her arms, Yan Jingfeng felt Nuo Ning's gaze, raised her head and looked at her, and the two looked at each other.

Nuo Ning blinked, and slowly turned her gaze to the side.

Yan Jingfeng looked at her little movements and thought it was a little funny, and the pressing movements of her hands were much gentler, and asked in a low voice: "Is it comfortable for the disciple?"

"It's okay." Nuo Ning said with some embarrassment, "It doesn't hurt now."

After Yan Jingfeng repeatedly confirmed that Nuo Ning's feet were no longer hurting, she stuffed her feet into the quilt, and tidied the corners of the quilt for Nuo Ning.

Seeing that Yan Jingfeng started to tidy up the things she brought, that was Nuo Ning's dinner today, after Yan Jingfeng washed her hands, she sat down beside the bed with a small plate of dried plums, and said softly: "Ma'am, she said it was pickled by her. The plums are more sour, you have to taste it."

After Nuo Ning ate one, she felt that her mouth was full of sweet and sour taste, so she couldn't help asking Yan Jingfeng for a glass of water.

"It's a bit too sour." Nuo Ning couldn't laugh or cry and said, "I don't like sour food that much."

Yan Jingfeng looked at Nuo Ning blowing hot water, a little lost in thought.

"Jing Feng."

After drinking half a glass of water, Nuo Ning said, "What are you busy with these days? Why don't you run to me."

Yan Jingfeng asked her: "You really want me to come?"

"Not really." Nuo Ning looked up at her: "I just feel that there seems to be a gap between the two of us."

Obviously Yan Jingfeng used to follow Nuo Ning everywhere like a little follower, guarding her every step of the way, but since the two of them came back from the red building, Yan Jingfeng didn't go to her very much except for three meals a day.

Is it rusty?

Still worried?

Yan Jingfeng was a little stunned when she heard the word 'separation', and couldn't help but smiled wryly: "Master, I expressed my love to you in the thousand years of the dream, you should still remember?"

It was also a night full of moonlight. Although it was an illusion, it was no different from today's Qiongxiao Palace.

Yan Jingfeng leaned over and looked at her: "Master still thinks that I should be as close to you as before, watching you flirt with other people?"

"Eyes?" Nuo Ning looked at her puzzled: "Who am I eyeing, what are you talking about?"

Yan Jingfeng put down the small dish, stared at Nuo Ning and said, "He Zhai Palace Master, and your junior sister, don't you two have a good relationship?"

Today when she passed the study room, she heard Zhai Xinxue's happy laughter from inside, and she shouted 'girly' more intimately than anyone else.

Nuo Ning was a little angry, she also put down her glass and said, "Yan Jingfeng, just because you like me doesn't mean everyone likes me, don't always use your thoughts to look at me and other people."

"Okay." Yan Jingfeng was not angry, but just stared at Nuo Ning and said, "Then you know that I like you now, do you still want me to stay by your side?"

Nuo Ning was silent for a while, and said, "I hope, I still want you to stay with me."

Yan Jingfeng showed a wry smile, she couldn't tell what kind of mood she was in now, she clearly liked Nuo Ning so deeply, but the other party was always out of reach.

Now, she wants to be quiet.

"Master, go to bed early." Yan Jingfeng supported Nuo Ning's shoulders, and pushed her back on the bed: "If you still feel uncomfortable, tell me, I am very close to you, and I will come here no matter how late you are called."

Nuo Ning said, "Are you leaving now?"

Yan Jingfeng thought for a while and said, "I'll wait for you to fall asleep."

Hearing this, Nuo Ning nodded reassuringly, she stretched out her hand to hook Yan Jingfeng's little finger and said, "Give me some spiritual power, I don't know why other people's spiritual power is very repulsive, only yours can make me feel better." Comfortable."

Yan Jingfeng was slightly taken aback when she heard the words, but she didn't speak. She just held Nuo Ning's hand and sent her spiritual power.

Maybe it was too tired, or Yan Jingfeng's hands were too warm, Nuo Ning quickly fell asleep.

Looking at Nuo Ning's sleeping face, Yan Jingfeng carefully took out her hand, put her hand into the quilt, and straightened the quilt for Nuo Ning.

"Is it just me?" Yan Jingfeng sighed softly, "Do you know how much I like you, Nuo Ning."

She lowered her head slowly, kissed Nuo Ning on the forehead, and looked at her for a long time before getting up and leaving.

After she left, Nuo Ning opened her eyes with a blushing face, glanced at the empty room, turned over while holding the quilt, buried her face in the pillow, and dared not make a sound.

As the end of the year approached, there were fewer and fewer commissions under the mountain, and it was rare for everyone to be free.

Wen Fu pulled Rong Yuanjie to buy some gifts at the foot of the mountain while school was over early today, and then went to Rong's house as a guest during the Chinese New Year, eating and drinking for so long, it would be easy to borrow and pay back.

Rong Yuanjie is already used to it. Every time Wenfu is in charge of shopping, he is responsible for carrying things and paying for them. He has been used to it for the past few years.

"I saw some interesting little things at the foot of the mountain a few days ago, and I thought of bringing some for your little nephew and niece, they will definitely like them~" Wen Fu said cheerfully, "Those are cheap and inexpensive, and they are very beautiful."

Rong Yuanjie put his hands in his hands and let out a hot breath, "They were just born this year, are you sure you bought those fun things for my nephews and nieces?"

Wen Fu smiled awkwardly, "You can give it to your brother and sister-in-law, too!"

Rong Yuanjie said helplessly: "If you like it, I'll buy it for you. It's been so many years, and it's not bad."

"I know you are the best for me, brother!" Wen Fu hooked Rong Yuanjie's hand and said, "Buy some good things for uncle and aunt first, and then brother will accompany me to go shopping!"

Rong Yuanjie sighed helplessly, there was nothing he could do about this little girl.

The two walked towards the mountain gate while chatting and laughing, but on the way they saw a familiar person.

"Awan~"

Wen Fu jumped up to say hello, trotted over and said, "Are you out? How did you come here from the mountain gate?"

A Wan nodded, then shook her head again: "I didn't go out, I just sent a letter to the mountain gate."

"Send a letter?" Wen Fu asked a little puzzled, "Who did you send the letter to?"

"Give it to my master." Awan said: "He heard that my senior brother and I were recuperating in Qiongxiao Palace, let us go back early and don't stay here to disturb you all."

In fact, what A Wan didn't say was that the master seemed very angry that A Wan and the others came to Qiong Xiao Palace, and the tone between the lines was admonishing, telling them to leave immediately and not stay in Qiong Xiao Palace for another day.

Although it is not very clear why the master is so angry, but he is the leader after all, and the master of several people, so he has to listen to what he has to say.

"Ah? Are you leaving?" Wen Fu said in surprise, "Isn't your brother's internal injury still healed? Why are you ready to leave so soon? From here to Miaojiang, it will take half a month anyway. Immediately." It's just the Chinese New Year, don't you plan to leave after the Chinese New Year?"

"No." Awan shook her head: "I discussed it with my seniors. If we set off quickly, we should be able to go back before the Spring Festival."

"That's too late..."

Seeing what Wenfu wanted to say, Rong Yuanjie, who had been standing aside and listening, stopped her.

"Okay, didn't Awan say that her master is in a rush? If there is some flexibility, why would they leave at this time?" Rong Yuanjie turned to look at Awan, and said, "The situation of your voodoo We don't understand either, Wenfu said that because she didn't want you to rush around too much, Miss Awan, don't take offense."

A Wan smiled and shook her head: "No, I know you are concerned about me and my brothers, but we should really go."

"Then you have to have a good talk with your senior sister before you leave." Wenfu said to A Wan: "She is always busy dealing with sect affairs these days, if you don't go to her, she won't be free."

A Wan nodded: "I am also planning to say goodbye to Jing Feng, are you going down the mountain?"

Wen Fu smiled and said, "Yeah, I'm going to buy gifts for Uncle Rong and Aunt Rong. Isn't it the Chinese New Year soon? I have to go to my brother's house to eat and drink this year."

A Wan was also infected by Wen Fu's smile, and said with a light smile: "Then you guys go, I'll go find Jing Feng!"

The three of them greeted each other and left. A Wan groped her way to the door of Yan Jingfeng's house according to the direction she remembered. She had been here a few times before, so the road was still familiar.

"Jingfeng, are you at home?" Awan knocked on the door and said, "Brother and I are going back, let me tell you."

But after knocking several times, Awan didn't hear anyone in the room, so she pushed the door curiously, and found that the door was not locked, and it was pushed open all at once.

A Wan poked her head in, looked left and then, and suddenly saw a golden long sword floating up and down in the middle of the house.

Luofeng floated in the air calmly, rising and falling, as if breathing.

A Wan walked into the room curiously, looking at Luo Feng exuding a golden streamer, her eyes were full of curiosity.

Look what she found?

A single falling phoenix~

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