The third master picked up a fox husband

Yan Jingci's eyebrows twitched slightly, thinking that she might be laughed at by Yu.

Seeing the person's face contorted in pain, Yan Jingci said: "I'll call the doctor for you."

"No... use the young master..."

"Listen to me or yours?" Yan Jingci asked lightly.

Yu Da, who was tearful from pain, shrank his neck, muttered in a low voice with sparkling eyes: "Listen to the young master..."

I couldn't see... Yan Jingci left the room and asked the family doctor to come and re-bandage Yu Da's wound, while he went to the kitchen to see if the food was ready.

When he came back with the food, Yu Da lay straight on the bed, staring at the crystal chandelier on the roof with piercing eyes.

The spirit is pretty good.

"Eat something, you haven't eaten anything since you've been in a coma for so long." Yan Jingci sat down with the soft boiled egg and lean pork porridge and said.

"..." Yu Da turned his head mechanically to look at Yan Jingci, "Big, big..."

"What else do you want to say?"

"Master, I..."

"Forget it, stop talking, just eat in peace." Yan Jingci interrupted Yu Da's words without hesitation, and Yu Da's "I can't sleep in your room" was held back just like the porridge into the stomach.

When Yan Jingci took the second sip, Yu Da's expression was distorted.

"What's the matter, the injury hurts again?" Yan Jingci asked worriedly.

The muscles of Yu Da's face moved, his lips were trembling, "Master...young master, I want to vomit... vomit..." Then, regardless of the wound or anything, he sat up suddenly, and vomited wildly on the ground.

Yan Jingci looked at the steaming filth, maintaining his usual composure.

He took out a tissue to wipe Yu Da's mouth, his cool fingers accidentally touched Yu Da's fleshy and soft lips, Yu Da immediately bounced back on the bed, with a bang, that big head hit the bed frame, feeling stuffy loud.

So Yu Datong became a curled up shrimp.

The blue veins on Yan Jingci's forehead finally managed to bulge, he moved his jaw, rubbed his waist and wanted to say something, but Yu Da hurt like that again.

Calm down... Yan Jingci, no matter what, she must not lose her demeanor.

"I'll call the doctor to bandage you again, Baby Yu, if you move around again, you can try to see if I still have a good manner when I'm angry."

Yu Da bit his lower lip, and buried his face obediently.He was ashamed in front of the young master again...

Yan Jingci calmed down outside for a while before returning to his room. Yu Da had a handsome face that was pale and pale, and his eyes rolled around, but he didn't dare to look at him.

"Pour out this porridge, and serve another bowl of hot ones." Yan Jingci instructed the servant who had cleaned up the mess.

"Eldest young master... can I... can I... stop drinking that... porridge..."

"Why? How can you heal your wounds without eating?"

"That smell is so weird that I want to vomit, just boil rice with plain water." Yu Da said in a softer voice, "I can't eat it." He is suitable for raising rough.

"..." Yan Jingci felt so helpless, he kindly dedicated a meal of unprocessed pig intestines, leaving only the strange smell.

But... such a big one is pitiful...

Yan Jingci glanced over Yu Da and sneered, he thought it was cute.

...

Yan Jingsheng untied the cotton belt while wiping tears in the military tent he built.

The eye sockets were swollen from smearing, and even the bright red mole of tears became brighter.

"Hey...it's really miserable like this." Yan Jingsheng said while gasping for tears.He is afraid of pain, and when it hurts, the tears are like a broken faucet, and the tears are like a river flowing, and he can't control it.

So when General Yan angrily came to Yan Jingsheng to settle accounts, he saw his youngest son sitting on the edge of the simple bed with a big belly, wiping tears.

No matter how you look at it, you feel sad.

Just after wiping away the painful tears, Yan Jingsheng looked at General Yan and said with a strong nasal voice, "Father, you are here!"

"..." General Yan calmed himself down, "I didn't cry, but you did!"

"Father, what you said is wrong." Sniffing, Yan Jingsheng said, "If you try to wrap your nearly full-term belly in cloth for three months, Tie Han will cry."

"You're still reasonable." There was nowhere to say the words, and the general surrounded the circle, "Fake the transfer order, you think I'm really the emperor, do I have the final say in the south? Look at my hair! I'm scared by you! Standing up!"

"No, if you don't tell me, who knows I'm forging it, I really can't do anything about it." Yan Jingsheng sighed, "Xiao Liu left and was trapped in the north, and a large number of Taoist priests all poured into the Buddha Shan, can I let them in?" There is a group of fox demons whose magic power has been greatly reduced due to the formation of a formation that he can't understand. It is obvious that someone wants to destroy Xiaoliu's entire clan. "Because of me, you are also tied to Xiaoliu's line. Dad, there are some things that have to be protected."

General Yan's cheeks trembled, his eyes changed several times, and he finally agreed with Yan Jingsheng's words.

"I'm surprised, you made your transfer order yourself? Why is the handwriting exactly the same as mine?" If he hadn't been sure that he didn't have the problem of sleepwalking, when he saw the regiment leader handing in the transfer order, he almost felt that he was writing while sleepwalking. that's it.

"Father, your son and I are versatile. I can imitate other people's handwriting at a glance. If I practice it again, it will be hard to tell whether it is true or not."

I don't even know how to write the word modest.But General Yan wasn't angry, but rather proud.

So he changed the subject.

"You suddenly appeared, and you made such a move all of a sudden, I can still hold it back." General Yan paused, "However, Jing Sheng, you can't exceed three days, you are the strength of a regiment!"

"I know, Dad, I want to see Fourth Aunt." Since Fourth Uncle Liu couldn't separate himself here, we can only hope for Fourth Aunt Yan.

"What did you see her doing?" General Yan looked at Yan Jingsheng suspiciously, "The day before yesterday he suddenly said that he was going back to his natal family to visit his relatives." I have been under the quilt for the past few days.

"Ok?"

"That's it, it's gone." General Yan didn't want to mention this matter, and looked at Yan Jingsheng's stomach, "Son, when will you be born?"

"Should be, it's been a while." Yan Jingsheng said calmly.

"!?" General Yan restrained himself from rolling his eyes, "I'll bring you the doctor."

"No need, dad." That birth will not scare people to death, "I have already arranged it here."

"Success, Jing Sheng, after three days, everyone here must leave."

"Okay, Dad, I will listen to you in three days."

...

After General Yan left, Yan Jingsheng licked his lips, and looked calmly at the empty tent.

Everything is not going well, good days... I'm afraid it's coming to an end.

He smiled lightly, it's okay, Yan Jingsheng, just hold on.

Even though there was no wind, the light bulb above his head began to shake and flicker violently.

Yan Jingsheng, who was about to lie down, turned cold.