Chasing Husband Diary

Tired of crying, he leaned against a corner and fell asleep.

When Mo Che went to see him at night after finishing his political affairs, he was still awake.

This sleep was very restless, I was dreaming all the time, in a daze, I couldn't distinguish reality from a dream, those people who left him were still there, they could laugh, move, talk to him, their tone was still so gentle The tenderness, the warmth that can be touched, is so real that he doesn't want to wake up.

While half asleep and half awake, he remembered many things.

That day, he was forced to the edge of the cliff by a group of ferocious people. He had no way to retreat. He jumped down from the top in despair, thinking that he was going to die, but he didn't think about it, but suddenly he heard the voice of his senior brother.

The jade pendant given by the senior brother slipped out of his arms and fell together. He reached out to grab it, but he couldn't catch anything, and his heart was sore.

This was the last thing his senior brother gave him before he was alive, and he never kept it.

He closed his eyes in despair, gave up the idea of ​​survival, and his consciousness gradually drifted away.

"Feather float!"

He heard someone calling his name, a voice he knew by heart.

When he was still surprised, he faintly fell into a warm embrace and was hugged tightly.

The body was still falling and didn't stop, but he felt extremely at ease, because the faint fragrance from that embrace was the same as that of his senior brother.

In the endless nights, when he was disturbed by the cold and was dying of pain, the senior brother would always watch over him and hug him, while he nestled in the familiar embrace, smelling the reassuring breath, and sighed deeply. go to sleep.

But there will be no night like that.

Is the senior brother back?

He tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy and he couldn't lift them up.

The sound of the jade pendant shattering rang in his ears, and his heart also shattered into several pieces. Before he completely lost consciousness, he seemed to hear the voice of his senior brother saying, "Live well."

It seems to be his illusion.

Such a thought flashed by, and soon, he denied himself again, "No, it's because he missed it too much and had auditory hallucinations. Senior brother is gone and won't be coming back."

He let his body fall into the endless abyss, without struggling or seeking to survive, and felt relieved in his heart. The stone on his chest disappeared. , to see the senior brother together.

But in the next second, the scene in front of him changed, the cliff became fragmented, and the figure of the senior brother suddenly appeared in front of him, with a gloomy face and disgusted eyes, pointing at him and yelling, "How can you be so selfish and take our children with you?" Die together? Why didn't you protect him?"

"No!" Yu Fu was in a state of confusion, and hurriedly ran towards him, wanting to explain to him, but he opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word, as if someone had cast a spell on him.

He kept gesticulating with his hands, and looked at his senior brother with tears in his eyes. His eyes overflowed with love and longing. There was deep grievance in his eyes, and he spoke silently, but he was ruthlessly ignored.

The senior in front of him pushed him away, turned around and left without looking back.

He chased after him in a panic, but the senior brother walked very fast, getting farther and farther away from him, looking at the people who were close at hand, but he couldn't touch him no matter what, he was so anxious that tears burst into tears, crying and calling senior brother.

"Senior brother!" He suddenly woke up from the dream, raised his head, his fair face was already mottled with tears, and the cold liquid dripped down the side of his neck from the corners of his eyes.

Still not fully conscious, he looked around blankly. The person sitting next to him was not his senior brother, but the murderer, Mo Che, who had a blood feud with him.

The man's face was as gloomy as water, his eyes were dark, he looked at him deeply, his thin lips were tightly pressed, there were not too many waves on his expressionless face, and he couldn't figure out what was going on in his heart.

Yu Fu withdrew his hand from his hand, and retreated back to the corner without saying a word.

Burning with jealousy, Mo Che clenched his fists and asked through gritted teeth, "Is he the only one in your heart?"

Yu Fu didn't look at him and ignored him, turned his face to the other side, hugged his body with both hands, shrunk into a ball, pitiful, weak and helpless.

"Look at me." Mo Che pulled him over by his arm, squeezed his face with his hands, forcing him to look up at himself, out of anger, his hands were neither light nor heavy, His fair little face was flushed, the pain caused tears to well up in his eyes, the tears swirled in his eyes, but he stubbornly bit his lip and didn't speak.

Mo Che looked at him with sad eyes and a trembling voice, and asked, "Do you like him that much? What's so good about him?"

He himself had no confidence in asking this question.

How well Yinyue treats Yufu, he sees it in his eyes and knows it well.

"Shut up!" Yu Fu didn't want to hear about the senior brother from him, so he pushed him away, crying and shouting, "Senior brother is better than you everywhere, you will never be as good as him, you killed him, you let him I'm disgusted."

After speaking, he covered his mouth and lay down beside the bed to vomit.

He was so uncomfortable that he kept crying, and the child in his stomach moved restlessly, so he put his hands on his stomach to comfort him.

But for some reason, the child kept kicking him, and a bulge was kicked out of his thin belly.

He was afraid, his internal organs seemed to be shifted, nothing was right, and he felt wronged in his heart, when he was most uncomfortable, his senior brother was not by his side.

With his eyes closed, he murmured with a sore heart, "Baby, do you miss your father just like me?"

Perhaps in response to him, the child kicked again hard in the stomach.

"Well……"

"Are you okay?" Mo Che looked at him, at a loss, and poured him a glass of water.

Although he knew that Yu Fu's reaction to embarrassment was stronger, but he couldn't forget that Yu Fu said his disgusting words, his face was ashen, but he still suppressed his anger and coaxed softly, "Drink some water, it will make you feel better."

"Snapped!"

Yu Fu looked at the teacup in front of him, and smashed it to the ground with a wave of his hand.

He wiped his mouth and said coldly, "Don't be hypocritical in front of me, the revenge of killing your husband is irreconcilable."

As soon as the words were played, I couldn't help vomiting.

From morning till night, he didn't take a sip, only drank a bowl of medicine, and now he can't vomit anything, but his stomach feels very uncomfortable.

Mo Che's expression changed. Seeing him like this, his heart hurts, why would he be angry?

For Yu Fu, he always has endless patience, gently but firmly pulls her into his arms, hugs him tightly, and reprimands in his ear, "Don't move."

How could Yufu listen to him, she kept struggling in his arms, writhing restlessly, and shouted, "Let me go."

But he was not Mo Che's opponent, he was firmly bound in his arms, his arms were like iron walls, preventing him from escaping.

Mo Che put his hand on his stomach.

His body froze, his voice was trembling with fear, and he asked tremblingly, "What do you want to do?"

Mo Che knew that he had misunderstood, so he didn't explain, and just followed his plan, and said in a low voice, "Be good, I won't hurt you and the child."

With tears in his eyes, Yu Fu didn't dare to move.

Mo Che maintained the motion of hugging him, put his hand on his slightly swollen belly, and gently rubbed it.

He only felt his stomach was hot, but the child actually calmed down and stopped making trouble with him, and the nausea disappeared.

"Is it better?" Mo Che asked softly.

Only then did Yu Fu come back to his senses, and quickly broke free from his embrace, and ran away from him, looking at him defensively like a fawn in panic.

Mo Che's eyes were full of injuries, and he dodged before reaching out to touch anyone.

"Don't touch me." Yu Fu said coldly.

His hand paused awkwardly in the air, and after a while, he retreated.

"I have something for you." He said, taking out a purse from his sleeve.

"I don't want it." Yu Fu refused without looking, "I don't want your dirty things."

Suddenly, he remembered the content of his dream, and hurriedly searched for the jade slip that his senior brother gave him, but his body was empty, even his clothes had been changed, and there was no trace of the jade slip.

He opened the quilt and pillow and looked around.

No, nowhere.

It wasn't a dream, the jade slip given by the senior brother saved his life again in a critical moment.

The senior brother is gone, and it seems that he is always there, never leaving.

He sat down on the bed, heartbroken.

Mo Che asked him, "What are you looking for? I can help you find it together."

By the way, Mo Che is the one who found him, maybe he will know.

He raised his head, looked at Mo Che with tears in his eyes, held the last sliver of hope, looked at him with hope, and asked, "Jade slip, have I seen the white jade slip that senior brother left me? where?"

Mo Che was stunned for a moment, looked at his moist eyes, and slowly shook his head, shattering his last sliver of hope.

The purse in his hand was tightly held by him, and the fragments of jade slips inside were hurting, but he didn't change his face, and put the things back into his sleeves calmly.

When he found Yu Fu, he was holding a fragment of jade in his hand, and there were several pieces scattered beside it.

He thought to himself, this is a very important item of Yufu, don't let people pick it up and take it back.

Unexpectedly, it was given by Yinyue, no wonder he cared so much.

Mo Che was very selfish, he didn't want to give it away, so he let Yinyue disappear from Yufu's world bit by bit.

The light in Yu Fu's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head in frustration.

The palace man came in with a medicine bowl and said softly, "Your Majesty, it's time for the queen to take medicine."

"Medicine?" Yu Fu stared at the bowl of black medicinal juice with wide eyes, terrified, stepped back, turned his face to the other side, pinched Bai Nen's palm tightly with his fingertips, and said in a trembling voice , "I don't drink."

He pushed away Mo Che's hand and shouted, "Go away, don't touch my child."

He has always held grudges against Mo Che.

Mo Che held him back, with a cold face, and advised, "This is just an anti-natal drug, don't worry, I promised not to harm your child, so I won't go back on my word. If you really don't want anything to happen to your child, just drink the medicine obediently." gone."

Yu Fu still didn't believe him, he didn't drink anything, his mood became more and more agitated, and he felt a faint pain in his stomach.

Suddenly, his face was pale and cold sweat broke out, he clutched his stomach tightly, bit his lower lip tightly, some blood oozes out from under his body, staining his white clothes red, he fell down unbearably.

Mo Che hugged him, and anxiously shouted to the palace servants, "Physician Xuan!"

"Yes." The palace man scrambled and ran out.

The imperial doctor has been waiting in the side hall for the past few days, not far away, and soon ran over with the medicine box, panting and sweating profusely.

Physician Chen panicked, knelt down in front of them with a plop, looked at Yu Fu's condition, and quickly took out the silver needle from the box to administer it.

After a long while, he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to Mo Che, "Your Majesty, the queen's tire has moved, and there are already signs of slippage. It is really dangerous, and you must not be stimulated again."

Mo Che nodded, and asked in a deep voice, "How is the baby in his belly?"

Imperial Physician Chen answered truthfully, "The father's body is too weak, and the fetus is stunted. I'm afraid there will be congenital deficiencies after birth."

Mo Che's heart tightened, and he asked, "Is there no solution?"

The imperial physician wiped his sweat again, arched his hands, showed embarrassment, and replied tremblingly, "Forgive me for being incompetent, giving birth to a child is a once-in-a-lifetime thing, and you can't do it against the sky. Moreover, the queen's body has never been so good. Well, I don’t cherish it, and I suffered a serious injury after pregnancy, and the inside is severely worn out, so the only thing I can do right now is take good care of it.”

Mo Che's expression was solemn, and after a long time, he said in a low voice, "As long as he is born, I can protect him from growing up, and live a safe and happy life."

The palace man took the medicine down and warmed it up again, and when he came back, Yu Fu had already woken up.

Seeing Mo Che feeding the medicine into his mouth, he subconsciously pushed it away.

Mo Che lifted his hand up, dodging his push and shoving, and held the bowl in his hand steadily without spilling a single drop.

His face was ugly.

The imperial doctor came out quickly and explained the pros and cons to him in detail.

Yu Fu's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he asked softly, "Is this true?"

The imperial doctor said angrily, "The old minister guarantees with the head of the item, if there is a half-true lie, he will die badly, and I ask the queen to take the medicine as soon as possible for the sake of the child in her stomach."

Yu Fu didn't believe Mo Che, not even what the people around him said,

But this man is a doctor.

The imperial physician's words shook his heart. He was afraid that something would happen to the child, so he looked at the medicine in Mo Che's hand, gritted his teeth, and made up his mind that if something happened to the child, he would not live on. It was a kind of relief.

Thinking of this, he took the medicine bowl in the man's hand and drank it down.

bitter.

His face was wrinkled from the bitterness, and he quickly covered his mouth after drinking, for fear that he would spit it out if he was too late.

Mo Che felt sorry for him, so he asked someone to prepare candied fruit in advance, and handed it to him as soon as he finished drinking the medicine.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the candied fruit on the plate. The sweet smell was indeed tempting. His eyes flickered, but he turned his face away and said coldly, "I'm tired."

The imperial physician and palace people quietly exited the palace.

Mo Che looked at him deeply, but said nothing.

He fell asleep on his own, covered the quilt, and turned his back to the man.

In the end, Mo Che sighed helplessly, stood up, and said in a low voice, "Then you have a good rest, I will come to see you tomorrow."

After he left, the hall became much quieter, without any sound at all.

Yu Fu lay quietly, no sleepiness at all, his mind was in a mess, and he recalled many people and things in a wild way, including his senior brother and his master, tears slipped down involuntarily, and wet the pillow.

The stomach was hot, maybe it was the effect of the bowl of hot soup, the pain was not as bad as before, and the child also settled down, dazedly, he actually fell asleep.

Yuri, Mo Che came early.

I don't know if he stayed up all night like him, his complexion is not good, and his expression looks very tired.

He didn't wake Yu Fu up, and sat lightly on the edge of the bed, just watching him quietly.

Yu Fu opened his eyes and saw him, there was no change in expression on his face, he seemed to think about it, he didn't cry or fuss, he stared blankly at the roof, his eyes were absent, his beautiful eyes were like a pool of stagnant water.

Mo Che held his hand, and he didn't even blink his eyes, but when he lowered his head to kiss him, he turned over and closed his eyes to fall asleep.