Earthly Blue Yanlu

"Brother Mo said that there are two guys fighting in his stomach, one is good and the other is bad." Wan Tong frowned and thought about it for a while, then sighed sadly, "But, the good one guy loses"

Ye Mi was confused, and Pingfeng continued to explain, "Wan Tong is talking about the spirit of Heyin and the soul of the child. If the child is strong enough, he can swallow the spirit of Heyin, and then the soul will stay there. Say no." Yes, the prince can really have an heir, but it is a pity that the Yin spirit is too cold, and it took the child's life, leaving only a stillborn child in his womb."

Ye Mianxi frowned lightly, although Mo Linglang knew him better than Bai Mu, but after all, he had such a close relationship with him.Even though he just felt that he should treat Mo Linglang better, he still hoped that he would be fine from the bottom of his heart.Hearing what Pingfeng said right now, Ye Mixi suddenly felt that something was wrong. If so, Mo Linglang must have expected him to be by his side, but he chose to bear it alone. At this time, Ye Mixi realized The conversation that day was originally Mo Linglang's tentative words. He could have stayed, but chose to leave because of his disgusting attitude.

Pingfeng glanced at Ye Mianxi, and said calmly, "Young Master Mo gave birth to this stillborn child in the middle of the night." Looking at Wantong, seeing that his face had turned pale, he asked slowly, "Is that right, Wantong?"

Wan Tong stopped talking, her teeth gritted her lower lip and tangled for a while, she jumped off the chair, ran up to Ye Mianxi, tiptoed and grabbed Ye Mianxi's half of the collar, and looked at Ye Mianxi very seriously with watery eyes eyes, and asked solemnly, "Brother Mo said that he likes you, so do you like Brother Mo?" Ye Mi was silent for a while, then said quietly, "I like it very much." Wan Tong let go of his hand slowly, Sighing, "In this case, Brother Mo's suffering is not in vain."

Wan Tong is extremely attached to Mo Linglang for two reasons. One is that Mo Linglang is good-looking, and the other is that Mo Linglang is a pregnant woman. Since she is a pregnant woman, of course she must have a very caring follower by her side.Wan Tong felt that he was very competent, so even when he was sleeping, he also took half of Mo Linglang's bed.

The night was extremely dark that day, the sky was like ink, the full moon hung high, and the surroundings were cold and silent, not even the slightest sound of insects.Mo Linglang was wearing a snow-white undershirt, sitting on the head of the bed very quietly, the candlelight reflected the gauze curtain dancing on the head of the bed, Wan Tong lay on Mo Linglang's lap and dozed off.

At that time, Mo Linglang's mind was like looking at flowers through the fog, and he couldn't see clearly.It was quiet all day long, even at this night, Mo Linglang was also very quiet.In this way, there is a bit of Yu Huan's demeanor back then.It's just that his face was very pale, inch by inch, and finally he bit his lip and slowly slid onto the bed.

As soon as Mo Linglang moved, Wan Tong woke up. Seeing Mo Linglang's frighteningly pale face, he habitually reached out to touch Mo Linglang's forehead. Mo Linglang smiled, "It's nothing, I'm sleepy, I want to sleep." He shook Wan Tong's hand, and kept his voice as steady as possible, "Help me a little." Wan Tong believed it, and helped Mo Linglang to lie down. Seeing Mo Linglang's ugly face, Wan Tong lay on the head of the bed, and asked maturely. , "Brother Mo, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Mo Linglang shook his head, "It's okay, just sit on the bedside and talk to me for a while."

Wan Tong sat obediently on the edge of the bed, pulling the hem of his clothes with his small hands tangled. He also felt that Mo Linglang was not normal, but since Mo Linglang said he was fine, he also felt that there should be nothing wrong.Just looking at the dense sweat on Mo Linglang's forehead, he felt his heart beating extremely fast.

The night was quiet and silent, the full moon was so low that it almost touched the cornices of the roof, two or three night birds flew by in the moon, the wind moved slightly, the trees sang softly, and it became more and more silent.

The sound of the wind outside the window could be heard clearly, and the warm light in the quiet room was slightly rippling, accompanied by Mo Linglang's light and low panting, which made him feel more and more depressed.Wan Tong nervously watched the sweat on Mo Linglang's pale face flow into his temples, and even his hands trembled, "Brother Mo..."

Mo Linglang grabbed the quilt under the bed, looked at Wan Tong and shook his head, frowning tightly.There was blood on his lips, reflecting his pale face, terrifying and pitiful.Tears were already in Wantong's eyes, and she tried not to let them fall, holding Mo Linglang's hand with her small hand, and asked eagerly, "Brother Mo, what's wrong with you, do you have a stomachache again?" Mo Linglang gently nodded.

Mo Linglang took a rough breath, panting heavily with his mouth open, his chest heaved violently, his hair was wet like washing, he clung to his temples tightly, holding the knuckles of the quilt, the white bones almost pierced the skin.Wan Tong hurriedly stroked Mo Linglang's chest to help him breathe, his voice trembling slightly, "Brother Mo, does it hurt this time?" Mo Linglang closed his eyes, still panting heavily, but silently.

Wan Tong's anxious eyes were red, and suddenly seeing Mo Linglang's abdomen twitching, he took a step back in fright, and Mo Linglang looked at Wan Tong emotionally, with the intention of begging.Mouth opened and closed, not even half a sound came out.

However, Wan Tong understood what Mo Linglang said between his lips. He asked him to help him take off his clothes. Wan Tong's mind was empty, and without even the slightest hesitation, she climbed onto the bed and tremblingly untied Mo Linglang. clothing.When he saw the black sticky substance on Mo Linglang's lower body that seemed to be an arm, he screamed in fright, jumped under the bed, and ran out the door repeatedly.

Wan Tong screamed, extremely shrill, and there was a burst of horror in the originally dead night, even the wind in the night trembled.On Minyue Mountain, the candles were lit up instantly, illuminating half of the sky.

When the screen came, Wan Tong was sitting at the door, crying until he lost his mind, and kept yelling, "Brother Mo..." Mo Linglang lay on the edge of the bed, his hair dripping with sweat , with his hands helplessly resting on the edge, his body half-covered by the blue blanket, blood and black liquid dripping from the edge of the bed, curled up under the bed that looked like a baby's body, his whole body was covered with a layer of glistening black liquid.The screen couldn't help being startled, and ran to the bed in a few steps, helped Mo Linglang up, laid him flat on the bed, stretched out his fingers and probed his nose, noticing that his breath was weak, and hurriedly covered him with the quilt .He commanded in a deep voice, "Ziqian, go get some of your juniors to bring some hot water." Ziqian outside the door was already frightened, and it took her a long time to realize it, and she hurried out.

Ling Quan came over to hug Wan Tong, patted his back comfortingly, and comforted him.

The screen pulled the cuffs to help Mo Linglang wipe his sweat, but he didn't want to be grabbed by Mo Linglang suddenly, his closed eyes suddenly opened, bloodshot and bright, wide open, looking at the screen, for a long while Her lips moved slightly, and a tear fell.

The screen didn't move. Even though Mo Linglang didn't speak to him, she still knew exactly what he said. He said, "Jie Xi, why did you come? Why?"

"Later, Mr. Mo was in a coma for a long time. When he woke up, he couldn't even get out of bed. After a long time, he improved a little." Ping Feng said unhurriedly, "As for what happened that night, I won't talk about it. I understand, judging from the disappointment in his eyes when he woke up, he still hopes to see you when he opens his eyes, but it's a pity."

Ye Mianxi was still speechless, listening quietly, without even the slightest emotion on his face.

"As for that child, he was originally covered in a thin layer of jet-black water, but he accidentally scratched the fingernails of a disciple of our sect. Suddenly, a black light shot out from the child's eyes, and he ran straight into the night. Mr. Mo said, what about that child?" It is a spirit of combining yin, but it is no longer an ordinary spirit of combining yin. If there is a chance, maybe it can become a person, and it will still be the heir of the prince and Mr. Mo." Seeing Ye Mian's surprised expression on the screen, "then Today, Mr. Mo was very happy and ate a lot of food." Then he lowered his eyes and said indifferently, "The spirit of Heyin and the soul of the child merged together, but the baby's body was damaged during the struggle between the two spirits. From now on, only a stillborn baby is left in Mr. Mo's body."

"When Mr. Mo left, he specifically asked me to send the child's body to the prince. He said that as long as he was buried under the Jingqing courtyard, the body would rot in the place where Mr. Baimu was buried, and it would not work anywhere else." The screen remained expressionless. expression, "Mr. Mo said that six years later, the prince will go to the Shangshui Bridge after the first rain in February. If the prince meets a child named Ye Yinli on the Shangshui Bridge, then this child will be If you don't meet this child today, then he is really dead." At the end, he slowly added, "All of this is just Mr. Mo's speculation. Whether there is such a thing or not depends on the heavens."

"Then, where has he gone now?" Ye Mian asked in a puzzled manner.He cared more about Mo Linglang than whether he had a child or not.

"He went to another mortal world, and it was the Bi Luo Xianjun of Xuanfeng Mountain who sent him there. The prince should also know that with Mr. Mo's current ability, he can't go elsewhere." The screen was slightly serious.

Ye Mian analyzed for a while, and suddenly said a word, "The osmanthus trees in Wusi Mountain are all gone..."

The osmanthus trees in Wusi Mountain are all gone, and Ye Mianxi has suffered from insomnia since then. Every night, Mo Linglang's smiling eyes with tears will suddenly appear in his mind, and then he will wake up startled, unable to sleep no matter what.Couldn't help but blame himself, Ye Mianxi felt ashamed of Mo Linglang, if he would keep him that day, that would be fine.

The spring breeze is blowing in February.Ye Mianxi, who was anxious all day long, finally waited for the news from Mo Linglang, but Mo Linglang went handsomely, but when he came back, he was wounded, lying there quietly, no matter how Ye Mianxi called him, he would be ashamed. There was no sign of waking up, Biluo said, "Mo Linglang is also as ruthless as his mother, what he said to do, even if he took his life, he didn't care."

That day he said, "I don't believe it, I can't win against a dead person as a living person"

That day he said, "If I can come back, see if the prince can also give me such a small courtyard, which only belongs to me, and let me wait for you"

That day he said, "Master, I want to take a look. After I repay the kindness of Master, I will come to make up your debt of love."

That day he said, "Your Majesty, please wait patiently, I am very clever."

Ye Mianxi suddenly felt his heart ache and almost shattered into a ball in his chest. He clutched his chest and backed away uncontrollably.