"When exactly are you... coming back?"
The sound of fighting and shouting could be heard very close to my ears.
The man slapped his hands.
"Are you not coming back?"
She looked at him quietly, tears filling her already dry eyes.
"What will happen to me and the child if you don't come back?"
She looked steadily at the shocked man and let her tears flow freely.
The smell of burned roof beams and dead trees lingered in the air.
The man's eyes were as dark as obsidian, motionless, looking at her in shock.
The screams of the women filled the sky.
There was chaos all around.
Only the narrow bed space where the two of them were leaning against each other made her feel at ease inexplicably. It was as if it was shrouded in thick fog. The lights and shadows of swords and swords around her were illusory and blurry, and she could only see the face of the man in front of her clearly.
It was a little dirty, with gray and dark red blood on his forehead and cheeks, but his eyes were as bright as stars.
She wanted to raise her hand to wipe the blood and sweat off his face, but she couldn't find the strength to do so.
Warm hands held her sweaty face, and the man in front of her slowly leaned closer, nose to nose with hers, their breaths intertwined, and the man's voice was filled with sourness.
"I'm back."
She weakly said "Hmm" and allowed the fantasy in front of her to embrace her.
"sorry."
The man's voice was muffled and trembling slightly, coming from her ears as if it was close to her eardrums.
Even the arms holding her were trembling, pressing her shoulders tightly into his arms.
The heartbeat in my chest was strong and violent.
This dream is so realistic.
She closed her eyes and sighed.
Even the warm breath is so real.
The hot breath sprayed on the side of her neck, and the warm liquid flowed down her cheeks covered with blood and sweat, and dripped into the crook of her neck bit by bit.
She savored the smell of his body, the smell of sweat, blood, and the fragrance of vegetation that mixed into a unique smell.
Only in dreams can he shed his arrogance.
That's why he said such words in such a low voice.
Like the beloved man that all women yearn for, he hugs her tenderly and whispers, and stays with her when she needs it most.
Unfortunately, this is all a dream.
False, a pitiful dream woven by her spiritual gossamer for her who is weak and broken.
She was like a solitary traveler in the desert, humbly praying for that little bit of sweet rain that the rain would last longer and be heavier. It would be best if it never stopped and never woke up.
——
As expected, she slept so darkly, with noisy noises in her ears, but she seemed to be trapped in a nightmare and couldn't wake up.
When I opened my eyes again, what I saw was no longer the simple beams of the quiet room in the temple.
"Where is this..."
When she spoke, her voice was hoarse.
It seemed that he was in a carriage, and there seemed to be extremely thick cushions underneath him. The carriage was swaying, and it didn't bump much even when he was lying down.
Qing Fei was boiling medicine on a small stove nearby, holding a round fan to fan the fire on the stove. Hearing this, he turned his head in surprise and looked at her: "Madam, are you awake? Are you hungry? This slave is warming the medicinal porridge and supplementing it. You are so energetic, do you want to eat some?"
It was obviously summer, and the sunshine outside filtered in through the swaying curtains of the car. There was a small stove burning in the car, but she didn't feel hot at all.
Thinking that he was very weak at the moment, he nodded and let Qing Fei help him to stand up.
She frowned and endured the burning pain in her lower body and lower abdomen. She gasped and stood up slightly to lean on the soft pillow behind her. With her hands, she drank the rotten medicinal porridge with spoonfuls of it. Angelica and astragalus, as well as shredded chicken.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"Where are you going?"
she asked after finishing a small bowl.
She subconsciously touched her lower abdomen, and suddenly found that her lower abdomen was empty. The originally tight and bulging belly was like a deflated sheepskin bag, limp and slumped on her waist.
Only then did she remember that the child was out.
But what about the children?
She suddenly cried out: "Where is the child?"
"Dead or alive?"
"The young master is fine, but he is very weak. The master is afraid that the young master will disturb his wife, so he asked the old lady and Xu Yu to hold the young master and rest in another car."
Qing Fei said quickly.
"A daughter?" she murmured.
"Yes." Qing Fei laughed: "Although the daughter-in-law was born early before full term, she was in good spirits and cried very loudly. The master had already invited the wet nurse, and the daughter-in-law fell asleep after drinking milk. "
Just a daughter.
A daughter who was born prematurely.
Although she likes her daughter, she is Wei Cheng's child after all. People like them, even if they don't say it, in their hearts must want a son to inherit the family business and carry on the family line.
Wei Cheng will have other children in the future. How much will he value a premature and frail daughter?
Seeing that she suddenly looked gloomy, Qing Fei thought she was feeling unwell after giving birth and came over to help her lie down to sleep again.
Suddenly a hand opened the curtain.
The tall man bowed in.
In an instant, the originally spacious carriage suddenly became cramped.
Qing Fei turned around and saw the person coming, looked back at Yin Xiao with a smile, lowered his head and stepped aside.
Wei Cheng raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman who was looking at him quietly.
"Are you awake? Just in time, let's pick out the child's name."
He waved Qing Fei away, and the carriage became a little more spacious. He sat casually on the floor beside her couch, spread out the silk in his hand, and displayed the rows of names listed on it.
She stared blankly at the moon-white silk stretched out in front of her eyes.
"Have the Huns...retired?"
she said.
"Back off, it's okay."
I remembered that when I first came back, I saw the gate of Xiyuan closed immediately. There was a mess outside the door. The lanterns, flowers and trees were all thrown to the ground, and not a single servant was missing.
The hair on his back stood up at that moment. Thinking about it now, he can't help but make his arms tremble.
Seeing that he seemed unwilling to mention the matter, she said nothing more and changed the subject: "General, when did you come back? I seem to have been asleep for a long time."
When I woke up, I still didn’t see my daughter.
"I really haven't slept much. I've been sleeping for two days since I came back, and I didn't wake up until now."
He looked at her quietly, nodded, raised his hand to rub her hair, picked up the medicine on the small stove with the other hand, and put it aside to wait for the medicine to cool down.
"Where's the child? Why don't you put it here?" She smelled the medicine, and the brown medicinal soup swayed in the white porcelain bowl. She knew it was very bitter without even tasting it, and she couldn't help but frown.
"I want to see the child first." Her voice was soft and a little shy.
This was probably my first time as a mother, and I felt a little embarrassed when I thought about actually giving birth to a child.
Wei Cheng frowned.
"The child is making a lot of noise next to you, and you are so weak. With the child beside you, you can't sleep well, so let others take care of you. After you go back and have a good rest, I will ask them to bring the child over to show you. .”
Her heart slowly cooled down.
It seems that he really doesn't like this sick daughter very much, and in his words, he doesn't really want her to get close to her daughter.
My heart clenched again.
She endured the sourness and tilted her head, secretly wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.
No matter what, it was not his own flesh and blood. The only reason was that the child had a bad fate. She was born in her belly as a premature and weak daughter.
"What's wrong?" He lifted her chin and looked at her red eyes seriously for a while.
He wiped away her tears in silence, "The child is fine, don't worry."
"Um."
"Choose a name for the child."
