The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"Don't worry, benefactor. The two evil spirits in your lady's belly are very strong and won't be hurt so easily." The old monk laughed and ignored Feng Muyan. He turned around and was about to lead the way.

Unexpectedly, Song Yunli suddenly opened her eyes and shouted, "Old monk, whose son do you say is the evil spirit? Your son is the evil spirit, and your whole family is the evil spirit! I am so mad at you!"

The old monk walking in front paused, and if you looked closely you could see that his right arm was shaking.

Feng Muyan's mouth froze. When did his Li'er become so fierce? It was really too choking, but he liked it. It was a good opportunity to dampen the old monk's arrogance.

Feng Muyan thought that the old monk would turn around and argue with them, but he didn't expect that he just hesitated for a moment and then continued walking forward.

The old monk's crow's mouth was really accurate. Feng Muyan supported Song Yunli as they walked along the way. She was as lively as a bird. The key point was that the fetus in her belly was so well-behaved that it didn't kick her at all.

"Amu, do you think they are tired from following us? Why are they not moving?" Song Yunli held Feng Muyan's arm with one hand and touched her belly with the other, a look of suspicion on her face.

"Female donor, you are worrying too much. It must be the aura of this old monk that prevents them from causing trouble. After all, these two evil spirits have not yet completely integrated with your bones and blood. They are naturally afraid that the Buddhist aura of this old monk will diminish their soul energy." The old monk finally stopped and turned around to explain seriously.

"Old monk, if you dare to say that my son is an evil spirit again, I will never forgive you!" Song Yunli got angry again.

"Female donor, how can you be so irritable? I hope that arriving at the holy land of Buddhism will help reduce your impetuous spirit." After he finished speaking, he shook his head and turned to continue walking forward, but his speed was much faster than before, and soon he left the two of them far behind.

Feng Muyan's eyes flashed. This old monk's martial arts skills are not low.

"Ah...Amu, the child kicked me again." Song Yunli cried out softly.

The right hand that was around Song Yunli's shoulder trembled, and Feng Muyan looked at Song Yunli's belly with complicated eyes. As soon as the old monk left, the baby in Li'er's belly began to kick and make noises. It seemed that what the old monk said was true. Maybe it would be a good thing for Li'er to go to the Buddhist temple to practice meditation for a while.

"Li'er, the old monk is not with us."

"I know! So what..." Song Yunli was stunned for a moment. Thinking of what the monk had just said, she tried to lower her head to comfort the baby in her belly, but no matter how many methods she tried, she ended in failure.

When they caught up with the old monk Song Yunli's stomach instantly calmed down.

Seeing the complicated expressions on the two people's faces, the old monk already knew the reason. He smiled faintly, shook his head and continued to lead the way, but the sound of his chanting scriptures became louder and louder.

For some reason, Song Yunli started to become irritated, and the more she listened, the irritated she became.

Feng Muyan hugged her tightly without saying a word, but his eyes were fixed on the old monk's back.

"Old monk, please stop chanting. It's so annoying!" Song Yunli pressed his hands on his temples and growled.

"Female donor, please think carefully. Have you ever felt so irritated when listening to sutras being chanted in the past? Or do you not know why you feel so irritated?" The old monk stopped.

"what do you mean……"

"You are a smart woman, and you must have known what I meant. It is the fetus in your belly that hates my chanting. Your emotions are just affected by them involuntarily, so your irritability is not without reason. What do you think, should you go to this Buddhist temple?"

This time Song Yunli did not refute but just nestled in Feng Muyan's arms silently, constantly thinking about what had happened in the past few days.

The group walked for a few more days before they saw the market. Song Yunli ran to each stall like a happy bird, and Feng Muyan was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his back and he followed her closely like an old woman.