Blood Lord's Sweetheart

Chapter 21: Little Frost

Yue Qingyan woke up from a burst of severe pain.

Feeling her own situation, her body is being tortured by a heart-breaking poison.

"Wake up, I haven't found anything, what do you think I should do with you!"

The words were soft, but the meaning was extremely cruel.

She was in so much pain that she couldn't speak, but at this moment, a heart-piercing cry sounded above her head.

Her heart tightened, and she forced herself to raise her head, but she saw a horrified scene.

I saw Han Zhenqi holding several steel needles and piercing the child's body.

"No."

Yue Qingyan tried her best and rushed over.

"Let him go, please, I'll get you whatever you want."

"Don't you think it's a bit late to say this now!"

He raised his leg and kicked the person who was holding him out.

How could she, who was already injured and poisoned, stand up to this, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

But at this moment, she had already ignored these things, the baby's voice was gradually weakening, and the steel needle seemed to be stuck in her heart, and her heart was bleeding.

"He'll be back."

At this moment, Yue Qingyan could only speak intermittently.

"Save my child, otherwise, you'll never, ever, even think about getting something."

Han Zhenqi's heart skipped a beat, it seems that this woman really saved her hand.

Give him medicine, don't die.

Hearing the other party's answer, after all, he couldn't bear it anymore and passed out.

Naturally, the baby can be saved, the steel needle looks like it was pierced hard, but in fact it didn't hurt the vitals, it just pierced a few big acupuncture points on the body, but if it doesn't get treated quickly, even if it hurts, it can kill him.

Thinking about it, this person is ruthless enough, and he can do such a cruel thing to his own children.

At sunrise, Yue Qingyan woke up from a coma, the silence of the room made her panic, she was looking for it but found Han Zhenqi sitting on the small table.

"What about the child?"

His voice was hoarse and eager, but there was panic inside.

"Let's talk about it when I wake up. My patience is limited. If I hide other things..."

The words are not finished, but the meaning has been understood by the listener.

Yue Qingyan didn't procrastinate, and explained the whole story in detail.

"The inheritance of the saintess requires a ceremony, and this ceremony must be completed by the saintess of the previous generation. Otherwise, Lingzhuyu will not accept the new saintess."

As soon as she finished speaking, Han Zhenqi understood the key point. The new saint has not been selected yet, so that person will definitely look for her next time.

"How soon will he be here?"

"This injury hurts the soul."

Yue Qingyan didn't say anything to death, it would be good for her to delay for a day.

"I'll give you four years. If he hasn't come by then, you should know that there are countless ways to keep a person alive. As for the redundant ones, there is no need to exist."

talk, get up and leave

Looking at the leaving figure, Yue Qingyan's whole body was paralyzed, she avoided it this time, what can she do next?She drew a big question mark in her heart.

But then, a look of ruthlessness appeared on her face, and she secretly decided in her heart that nothing would happen to her child no matter what.

Time flies like a white horse.

In the small garden in Tsinghua Garden, a little child was staring at the competing flowers in a daze, when a cold voice came.

"Shuang'er, where did you go!"

The soft call brought the child's mind back.

"The baby is here."

The immature voice, with an undue calmness.

This child is the Frost of childhood.

"Why did you come here? Have you learned everything your mother left you?"

A beautiful figure walked slowly from the corridor.

"Going back to mother, it's all done."

Little Frost said in a low voice.

He didn't understand why his mother always had countless things for him to learn.

From crying at the beginning, it gradually became a habit later.No matter how he changes, mother, he always seems to have this cold expression.

"Mother, have you remembered everything I taught you this month?"

Yue Qingyan asked once.

"Remember, I will never forget."

Little Frost answered truthfully.

At this time, he was a little impatient. Her mother had never really cared about him since she was a child.Even when it hurts every once in a while, I just watch from the sidelines.

Every time I only let him learn something, I will pay a little attention.He didn't learn much this month, and he memorized it countless times, and he was already very impatient.

It was precisely because he didn't seriously look at the person in front of him that he didn't notice the love, longing, and reluctance that flashed in his mother's eyes.

That look was something he had never seen before.

Yue Qingyan carefully looked at the child in front of her.

Babies in swaddling have grown up too.

He learned to be strong and to be patient, but he lost the innocence that a child should have.

In the past few years, every time the child looked at her, he didn't know the loss in his eyes.But she can't, the future road needs him to go alone.

I can't care how the child blames her now, I can only bear with it and teach him to face everything by himself, because no one will be with him in the future.

Thinking of this is another pain in my heart.

Xiao Hanshuang had a very strange day. His mother said a lot of things to him, some things he could understand, and many things he didn't understand.

But my mother said it's okay, if you don't understand now, you will understand slowly in the future.

At night, Xiao Frost fell into a deep sleep because of the tiredness of the day.

Since I can remember, this is the first time I can see my mother before falling asleep.But there was no joy in his heart, he always felt that something was wrong, but because he was too young, he couldn't figure out why.

Looking at this sleeping little man, Yue Qingyan was slightly lost in thought.

Xiao Hanshuang didn't know that every time he fell asleep, his mother would appear in front of the bed, just watch quietly, and quietly leave before dawn, every night.

"Mother's baby! You must be well! Mother can't accompany you anymore."

A light kiss fell on Hanshuang's brow, two lines of tears dripped slowly, with reluctance and determination, Yue Qingyan turned and left.

The moment the door closed, Frost, who was in deep sleep, seemed to sense something, her brows were slightly wrinkled, and there was a little anxiety on her face.

No matter what, mother and child are always connected.

In the early morning of the next day, Little Hanshuang was woken up by a loud noise.

Climb off the bed and walk towards the source of the sound.

When I went out, I found a lot of people standing or kneeling in front of my mother's door, and a bad premonition hit my heart.

He ran over quickly, but stopped suddenly just as he passed.

At this moment, my mother was lying motionless on the ground in front of her, trying to go there, but she couldn't move.

His mother once told him what it meant to be dead, and he couldn't believe it. He was fine yesterday, but why did he...

Although their mother and son were not close, no matter what, they were his only relatives.

Floating in his mind, what his mother said to him before going to sleep, when facing his father, even if he pretended to be innocent, he knew that the pain on his body came from that person, and it was not his father, but this This matter, only their mother and son know.

Thoughts fly, it's just a moment

Xiao Hanshuang walked up to Yue Qingyan's side with a confused expression, squatted down, grabbed her sleeve and shook it gently.

"Mother got up, let's go play with Shuang'er. Mother, get up quickly, the ground is cold, you will get sick if you lie on it.

Childish voices resounded in the courtyard, it was noisy, but at the moment it was silent, only the child was left calling softly.

"enough."

With a low shout, Xiao Hanshuang's body trembled slightly, and she raised her head to look at the source of the sound, her gem-like eyes were filled with mist

Han Zhenqi was going to explode with anger at this time, this damned woman actually put him together.

Thinking of what Yue Qingyan said before he died, he wished he could slap this evil person to death right now.

When I came to Tsinghua Garden at dawn, I thought that the deadline had already passed, and I would have to stop everything I said, but I didn't expect such a result.

"Han Zhenqi, to tell you the truth, I don't know when Shang Qi will come, but he will definitely come."

Yueqing's face was cold, but he showed no trace of fear.

"You are courting death."

Han Zhenqi felt that his majesty was being challenged, but just as he was about to make a move, he listened to the person opposite.

"The saintess passes it on every 20 years, from generation to generation, so he will definitely come and pay it back. The child has my blood, as long as he is healthy, you will definitely get what you want."

After saying the last sentence, Yue Qingyun fell down slowly, and there was no more sound.

Looking at the child in front of him, Han Zhen said in a deep voice.

"come over."

Little Hanshuang looked at him intently, but didn't move.

"I called you over, but I didn't hear you."

His voice was tinged with anger.

A Jiling little Hanshuang let go of the sleeve in her hand and moved over slowly.

"You know who I am."

Little Frost nodded upon hearing the sound.

"Has your mother taught you anything before?"

The child looked puzzled.

"I was asking you if she ever taught you anything."

Hearing the question, his little face was full of deep thought, and when Han Zhenqi's patience was exhausted, he spoke timidly.

"Mother taught me strange paintings."

"What?"

Little Frost took a piece of white paper, and slowly drew a simple six-pointed star on it, with a circle in the middle, and a simple rune on each corner, but strangely, when the drawing was finished, After taking a picture, a strange energy fluctuation appeared in the air.

After the child said that he finished painting, he stood beside him and did not move.

Han Zhenqi looked at the picture and thought for a while.

What he asked was words, but he didn't expect the children to say pictures.

He took out another blank piece of paper, followed the picture, and drew in the same order as before.

But when it was done, there was no response.

Brows furrowed.

"When you were painting it, what were you thinking about?"

"Oh, think about it and don't make a mistake."

This made Han Zhenqi feel a little annoyed, did he really need blood? It seems that he can only wait, as long as he can get something, he still has time.

"Take this woman away, this place is sealed, and no one can enter without permission in the future."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his eyes to look at the child below.

"He will live in Tingfengyuan in Dongyuan from now on, and find someone to take care of him. If something goes wrong, you all don't have to live."

Turn away.

Little Hanshuang stood blankly in the yard looking at the crowd, busily busy, until someone lifted his mother off the ground, he didn't react and rushed over.

"Mother, let go of my mother, where are you taking her?"

Frost cried, but his body was hugged by someone, and he couldn't break free at all. Tears dripped down the corners of his eyes, but he couldn't control it later. At this time, he had already ignored other things, and the tears flowed from the sadness in his heart. Flow, there is no need to act again, because it has already entered the heart.

Mother, you don't want me anymore, right?

The sky seemed to be mourning for the child, and it began to rain dripping, and the icy cold rain seemed to cool into Xiao Hanshuang's heart.