Yi Fengze walked to the side of the bed, first lifted the bed curtain and glanced inside, then slowly lowered the bed curtain and walked to the edge of the cradle.

This series of actions was done quietly, more like a ghost than the ghost of Zhixuan.

At this time, Meng Qingyao was asleep, so there was no such paragraph in her memory.

However, Zhixuan does not rely entirely on Meng Qingyao's memory, she just uses memory as a medium to restore the whole scene.

So she wants to see what Yi Fengze does, and there is no barrier at all.

Seeing the man on the edge of the cradle, he lowered his head to look inside, stood up, and walked past the man to the other side.

I can't see the man's expression clearly in the position of the Eight Immortals table, so I still have to change to a better position to watch the play.

What is Yi Fengze's expression at the moment?

If you want to stick to it, it is four words - expressionless.

It's the kind in the real sense, more wooden than the expression on the ID card of a modern person, and you can't even detect the slightest fluctuation in your eyes.

- Maybe that's what the dead man's face and the coffin's face refer to?

muttered in his heart, staring at the man intently.

I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and quietly touched my wife's room, with a dead face, who knew that there was a ghost in my heart.

The man stood for a long time, conservatively estimated to be at least half an hour.

For a long time, Zhiqian thought that he was just to see the child, so he moved.

The man raised his hand and slowly stretched out to the childish child who was sleeping soundly in the cradle, still with no expression on his face.

It seems that this soft and fragile little dot in front of him is not his own flesh and blood, but a piece of wood and a stone.

What's even more strange is that Yi Fengze's movements are very stiff.

Look at the stiff fingers, and then look at the arms that are not soft at all.

Like an old machine in disrepair, moving a small joint will make a scream that does not bear the load.

And as far as Zhiqian knows, Yi Fengze is the young head of the Yi family, young and strong, how could his body become like this?

Behind this, is there something that they have forgotten?

Although the man's movements are slow to a certain level, after all, the distance is short, and no matter how slow he is, he can't slow it down.

Zhiqian also thought about the past round in his heart, and his hand was already on the top of the little young master's face.

Further down, I kept my mouth and nose shut, afraid that the child, who had not been born for a few days, would die unconsciously at the hands of his own father.

However, Meng Qingyao didn't mention this stubble, thinking that this little young master was not dead.

Sure enough, Yi Fengze's hand stopped.

It happened to be less than a centimeter away from the position of the mouth and nose.

Then Zhiqian saw the man's expression change.

I couldn't tell whether it was joy or sorrow, anger or sorrow, the whole face was wrinkled, and the eyes that made people panic were tightly closed.

Because the facial features are shrunk together, Zhiqian really can't judge Yi Fengze's emotions at the moment.

But since it's wrinkled like this, it must be very uncomfortable, right?

In his body, could it be that like Zhu Fang, he has two souls?

Zhixuan guessed in his heart, although he looked at it like this, he couldn't see the internal situation of the man's body at all.

Besides, although Zhixuan has some guesses, he doesn't have this idea in his heart.

Although it seems that two souls are snatching the dominance of the body, the "qi" around Yi Fengze has no external traces.

In other words, even if he really has two souls as one, the other soul is not foreign or acquired.

...... That's a bit of a stretch.

Could it be that two souls could be reincarnated in the same body? That would only be twin dragon and phoenix fetuses, and it would be impossible for two souls to be stuffed into the same body.

So Yi Fengze, what is the situation?

"You ......"

The man struggled to squeeze out a word from his throat, maybe he was afraid of waking up the sleeping one big and one small, or maybe he was not able to make too much noise at all, in short, it was very light.

Thanks to the fact that the environment is really quiet to a certain extent, otherwise Zhishuang may not be able to capture it.

As soon as one word was spoken, the rest of the man coughed depressedly and opened his eyes.

"What the hell do you want to do!"

Naturally, no one answered, but the man seemed to hear something incredible, and his eyes widened slightly.

"No!

She raised her eyebrows, she was sure that there was no second person in the room who was awake.

At this time, the woman in the bed curtain seemed to turn over and whispered in a daze: "Husband, ......"

The man froze for a moment, and Zhiqian could see that he was holding his breath, as if he was afraid that the woman would wake up and find him.

"Husband...... Are you here?"

The woman called half-asleep, but when she received no answer, she fell back into a deep sleep.

The man exhaled silently, and shifted his steps to retreat.

He must have been really afraid that his wife would wake up and find out about his abnormality, and he used spells to hide the movements between his movements during the whole process.

Zhiqian stood in place and didn't move, she couldn't leave this room, and it didn't help with the past, it was better to wait for Meng Qingyao to wake up and look at it.

At this time, Meng Qingyao gave birth to her eldest son, and there were still several years before her death.

Moreover, according to Meng Qingyao, she died of illness when her second son was almost one year old, and her eldest son was more than three years old at that time.

In other words, she and Yi Fengze will still have the same room.

Things are weird, it's weird, Meng Qingyao and Yi Fengze have a close relationship, if the person next to the pillow is really different, how can Meng Qingyao, who shares the bed with him, not notice anything?

Even, Meng Qingyao said that she only occasionally felt a cold, which was not a big problem, but then her condition suddenly worsened, and she lost her life.

Obviously, she was sick in bed and didn't go out and walk, where did the conditions come from to make her condition worse?

Or is there someone behind this?

Zhiqian didn't speculate, after all, it was just a conclusion based on the words of the family, maybe the situation at that time was not as simple as Meng Qingyao said.

...... But to be honest, this kid really looks a little familiar, although his facial features are young and small, but Zhiwan always feels a little familiar.

Relying on his complete transparency this time, he would not be noticed if he touched the child, and he couldn't help but stretch out his claws and rub his smooth and delicate little face.

...... It's not kneading, it's more appropriate to rub.

Who told her to use knives and guns, and she couldn't restrain her strength all of a sudden.

Fortunately, the child can't feel it, otherwise he would have to be harassed and woken up.

Who is it like?

Retracting his stupid hand, he leaned over and scrutinized the baby's face.

It's a pity that the eyes are closed, and the shape of the eyes is difficult to distinguish.

Among people's facial features, the eyes are the most expressive.

Having a pair of good-looking eyes can undoubtedly magnify the appearance several times.

Therefore, in Zhixuan, as long as the other organs are passable, the eyes must be good-looking, which is called beauty.

After all, she herself is not good-looking, and she doesn't have the time to study other people's facial features.

Tut.

If only the kid had opened a little more.

Thinking about it, Zhiwan straightened up with some regret, ready to find a place to stay.

Before she could fully turn around, she suddenly heard a "wow" sound from the cradle.

This was followed by the child's crying in spite of it.