More than half a year later, in Donggu's newly built Wuxiang faction, Su Ziqing, who has a big belly, is being a female celebrity in the yard, she has been raised by Baili Ming for half a year, and her face has grown a lot of flesh, and she is lined with pink maternity clothes like a giant sweet potato, big and red.

"Miss, the weather is good today, the slave maid takes out the quilt to dry, and then the little prince will be able to cover it when he is born. Yun Xiang said as she carried a large ball of quilts to the yard to dry.

"Ouch...... My belly!"

Su Ziqing just wanted to speak, but suddenly felt a pain in her stomach, she frowned, and held her stomach with both hands with a painful face, and the child's clothes that were originally made on her knees were knocked to the ground.

Yun Xiang heard her scream, the quilt was not dry, she hurriedly threw the quilt in her hand and ran over.

"Miss, how are you, are you about to give birth, come on, the head is about to give birth......"

Yun Xiang ran over and saw that Su Ziqing was covering her stomach with her hands and moaning in pain, she knew that she was going to give birth, so she shouted and called someone to come over to help.

Since the big war more than half a year ago, Fu Mo asked her to rebuild the Wuxiang faction, which is also something Su Ziqing promised. Then the Hades family moved to the Wuxiang faction, and it was rumored in the rivers and lakes that the head of the Wuxiang faction married a prince.

The head of the family is about to give birth, and as soon as this thing comes out, the Wuxiang faction explodes up and down, looking for a stable woman, boiling water, and making the top ten supplements, and they are busy in and out one by one.

Soon, the painful Su Ziqing was carried into the room by Baili Ming, who rushed over, and Wen Po also arrived at this time.

"The prince invites you to go out. "Wen Po gave an eviction order to Baili Ming.

"If you don't want to be punished by the nine clans, just shut up the king, do what you have to do, if there is anything wrong with their mother and son, this king will also punish the nine clans. ”

After he said this domineeringly, he no longer looked at Wen Po, but tightly grasped Su Ziqing's swollen palm because of pregnancy with both hands.

"This king is here, this king will always be with your ......"

He whispered softly in her ear. This moment is exactly what happened to the sentence: the most affectionate confession is companionship.

An hour passed, and three hours passed. Finally, there was a loud cry of a baby in the room.

"Wow Wow ......"

"Congratulations to the prince, congratulations to the prince, the princess has given birth to a little son. Wen Po came to the baby with blood in her arms, and congratulated her in front of Baili Ming. He glanced at his son, then waved his hand and asked Wen Po to take the baby down, while he personally served Su Ziqing, who was lying on the bed and exhausted.

"Why didn't you let me take a look at my son just now?" Su Ziqing, who was sweating profusely, looked at him a little angrily.

"Good ~ sleep, this king is here ......" An elegant Baili Ming wiped the sweat off for her, and even helped her change the clothes on her body. He didn't have the same way he used to be when he faced Wen Po. Su Ziqing was indeed tired, so she obediently fell asleep.

Three days later, Wan Yingzong's lair, An Yicheng, who had lost his legs, was reading the account books in the study. He still likes to wear a pink robe, and now on his handsome face, those two good-looking eyebrows are slightly wrinkled.

At this time, there was a shallow sound of footsteps outside, and a young girl in green clothes and a bowl of tea walked in.

"Sect Master, your tea. ”

Cha Yi, who looked shy, put the tea on the table and said softly to An Yicheng. Because every time she came to deliver tea to Ancheng, she would hug her, and she became more and more shy as she came and went.

"It turned out to be Cha Yi, come over and ......" An Yicheng put down the account book and beckoned to her, his face that was originally depressed became very cheerful after seeing her.

"Sect Master......" Although Cha Yi said so, she walked quickly towards the other party. An Yicheng stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, then buried his head in her chest and sniffed hard.

"It's true...... It tastes like that. He muttered.

"Is the sect master talking about the smell of the slave maid, like the smell on that handkerchief?" Cha Yi boldly asked the question that had been bothering her for the past half a year.

"Handkerchief?" An Yicheng slowly raised his head, and he couldn't see any expression on his face. Cha Yi gritted his teeth and nodded.

"...... Whoever asked you to touch the things of this sect master, don't appear in front of me again from now on. ”

An Yicheng threw her to the ground with a wave of his hand, then quickly turned the special chair, came to the bedside, opened a brocade box, took out the handkerchief inside and examined it carefully. The whole process was like some treasure suddenly being discovered.

This handkerchief was given to him by Su Ziqing, and the handkerchief was stained with her smell, and he had to smell it every night to fall asleep. Half a year ago, a girl named Cha Yi came from Jiangnan, and she also had a taste that belonged to the handkerchief, so he liked her very much, and every time she came to serve tea, he would hold her and sniff and sniff before reluctantly letting go.

Today she actually moved her own things, no matter who she is, as long as she touches something that belongs to Su Ziqing, it is unforgivable. An Yicheng put the handkerchief on his nose and sniffed it, he suddenly felt that it had only been half a year, and the taste on it seemed to have faded again.

Cha Yi fell to the ground, her whole face turned pale with fright, she lay on the ground, not daring to look at An Yicheng, and not daring to get up.

"Tell the sect master, there is no letter from the minister. A man in black knelt on the ground holding a small bamboo tube, waiting for An Yicheng's order.

"Get it. "It's been almost half a year, since Su Ziqing sent someone to deliver this wheelchair, she hasn't sent him a letter again, and now a letter suddenly came to him, how could she not make him happy?

An Yicheng took the letter with a raised brow, and then waved his hand to let the man in black bring Cha Yi down, he didn't want anyone to be present to affect his good mood. When he opened the letter, the smile on his face froze instantly, and then he showed a complicated smile that he didn't know whether he was happy or sad.

"It's good that Qing'er gave birth to a big fat boy, and he also invited my uncle to his full moon wine ......"

An Yicheng closed his eyes, put the letter on the candle and burned it, the paper ashes drifted down, flew lightly and finally fell to the ground.

"Come on, quickly bring the tea memories to the sect master. An Yicheng suddenly shouted towards the door with a thick neck.

"What is the matter with the sect master looking for a slave?" Cha Yi, this little girl, was frightened just now, and now when she saw An Yicheng, she began to tremble.

"Is this sect master so terrible, come here, strip naked and lie on the bed. ”

An Yicheng's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes kept staring at Cha Yi, and at the same time, he said to her in an irresistible commanding tone.

Cha Yi seemed to be really frightened, what An Yicheng said, she obediently complied, although it was grinding, but in the end she still made a difference.

An Yicheng snapped the mechanism, the chair was raised and he was sent to the bed, looking at the face of the person on the bed like a boiled shrimp, the corners of his mouth hooked up a wicked smile.

Today is a cloudy day, but there are bursts of heat in the study, and the sound is coquettish, which provokes the people of Wanying Sect to look sideways, and the older generation is thinking that it will not be long before the sect will usher in a little master.