I don't get seasick, I don't get seasick, I don't get seasick, I'm sure I am very adaptable to these convenient means of transportation.

It's just, why are you dizzy now? Could it be that after changing the body, it will not be adaptable?

However, when I followed Kangxi to the southern tour, I didn't faint like this!

I've never heard of seasickness. Is it like me? Dizzy and vomited, except for the bed board that would shake with the ship, I couldn't kiss anything.

When will it be good?

I didn't dare to say it, so I could only keep it in my heart alone, just hoping to adapt quickly, at least not to cause trouble for everyone. The more he insisted like this, the more unbearable it became, until he couldn't stand it anymore and fainted on the deck.

I'm pregnant!

It's weird...... I was shocked into a cold sweat.

Su Changqing's firm eyes were unquestionable, as if my disbelief insulted his sacrosanct status as a doctor.

However, since the last time I was given a bowl of medicine by Kangxi, until the day I boarded this ship, I have never had a relationship with Yinzhen or a man other than him, not even physical contact, except for Yinxiang and Honghui.

Oh, is it true that adults often lie to the relatives of ignorant children that can finally make people pregnant? How can it be!

It turned out that it was still the same child from before, and it was already four months old. Kangxi ...... Didn't even really beat him.

Su Changqing left, Yinxiang and Honghui were still there, sighed and told me to rest, and before leaving, I complained that I lacked heart and lungs, and I didn't feel it.

Can you blame me about this? How would I know if it was because of too much psychological pressure that the menstrual affairs did not return to normal. I'm not a doctor, so how can I know that I still have a little life in my belly? Besides, who would have thought that Kangxi would do such a boring thing and put up an oolong formation of his son and daughter-in-law.

If you can't think of Kangxi's thoughts, you don't want to. Anyway, now I can't do anything other than eat and sleep, when the weather is good, I just sit on the deck to blow the sea breeze, bask in the sun, or watch Yinxiang take Honghui fishing.

I couldn't tell where the ship had gone, and there was sea water everywhere, and I could not tell the east and west until the sun rose in the east or sunset in the west. I was like a prisoner in captivity, no longer able to control the direction of the boat, but passively under the watchful eye or care of everyone.

The number one is Honghui! From the day I set sail, no matter what I did or who I came into contact with, he followed me almost every step of the way. I even began to suspect that he was a little spy sent by Yinzhen just to take care of me.

Fortunately, as long as I talk to Hedlam or Yi An alone, he will follow us and listen to our half-Chinese conversation. His expression is very pure, and his clear eyes seem to be incomprehensible about the world, but I find that every once in a while, he will call me Eniang. There is no reason, just like a winding repeater, or a pink rabbit loaded with energizer, tireless, both energy-saving and environmentally friendly, and intelligent constant temperature.

His careful thinking was seen in my eyes, and I didn't know what else to say except to be funny. The two men, who were originally unknown, seemed to understand his intentions, turned their heads to look at the sea, and said no more.

Hedram, Swede, career navy. Born in the strongest period of his homeland, he led his subordinates to fight everywhere and invaded almost all of Northern Europe.

I don't know why he left the fleet that made him famous, drifting alone to a strange Far East, or how he got acquainted with Yi An. All I know is that he is a standard soldier, strict and serious, and has super execution. His previous experience in the navy has made him extremely familiar with the operation of the sea or ships, which can make up for the lack of professional knowledge of Yinxiang and me. He has a tall figure, deep facial features and blue pupils, except for his appearance Westernization, his economical language or single demeanor is almost equivalent to Yinzhen.

Unlike Xiao He, who was born in the military, Yi An is from France, and his father is a wealthy local businessman, who has followed merchant ships everywhere since he was a child. I couldn't tell that there was French passion or romance in his blood. He is as tall but thin as Xiao He, plus that perfect and delicate white face that resembles a woman, with a cold expression, oh...... How did I find out that he is very similar to Lao Jiu.

Can't I avoid these princes? At the beginning, I didn't realize that these two foreign men were so similar to them, even their personalities.

Yinxiang smiled and solved my doubts, because I was poisoned by the man named Yinzhen, and the aesthetics have stayed in this kind of man, and I can't improve it. I'll go......

Yin Xiang, who had been to the Nordic countries, actually talked very well with Xiao He, the two often sat on the deck to drink and chat, one Chinese and one English, mixed with some Xiao He's Swedish, the two intermittently communicated without barriers. Since many of the English languages evolved from Swedish, we tried hard to distinguish them, and even the blind ones found that we could actually understand some simple words.

Most of the conversation was about naval battles or local customs, interspersed with the history of England and the evolution of the language, which seemed to me to be the degradation of the language.

Britain has been invaded by the Scandinavians for a long time, and has been frantically occupied by the pirates of the Nordic countries. However, it really responds to that sentence, the more adaptable to survival, the more evolutionary.

I listened to them talk about the Viking Age, and Xiao He's unchanging indifference was dyed with some memories-like expressions, which were rare and passionate, but more lonely, extremely contradictory. His voice is deeper, telling us what a Viking berserker is.

In the depths of the beautiful fjord, two warships meet, and the Vikings do not rush up and slash like ordinary pirates. Following the age-old tradition, they would tie the two ships together without saying a word, set up a gangplank at the bow, and each side would send one person at a time to face off against their opponents. No one can retreat, and everyone who steps on deck will either kill the other or face their own death. And so on until one side is all killed.

I smiled and said that this is not China's fighting ring, or wheel warfare, the key is that the first person to go into battle is usually the strongest martial artist, or the most ferocious NB fighter like Li Kui, but this desperate way is too cruel.

Xiao He didn't deny it, smiled lightly and continued to explain. The Vikings enjoyed the desperate pleasure, knowing that the narrow springboard under their feet was soaked in the blood of their ancestors, and that their descendants would fight the enemy on the same springboard in the future. They can't be sorry for their ancestors, let alone their children and grandchildren.

The desperate warrior is the Berserker, and every Viking is proud to be a Berserker, and proud of how many Berserkers he has killed the other side. No one knows why this primitive combat inspired such an amazing human nature, but the story of the Berserker has been passed down from generation to generation to become a national hero for the Vikings.

I was curious if Xiao He had seen that ancient way of fighting, and later, I saw the long scar on his chest. His warship was attacked by pirates, and in order to protect his army from damage, he confronted the pirate leader on the gangplank, killed him and threw him into the sea, but he also paid the price of blood, and almost took his life into it.

I told Sù that I was going to Northern Europe to see for myself the beautiful fjords, the long polar days and nights, the legendary Eskimos, and the magical auroras. Xiao He frowned and looked at me before replying in a deep voice, "Don't go, there is still war there." ”

Honghui listened to his words, complicated feelings flashed in his eyes, a little admiration but awkward forbearance, it seemed that he still preferred Yi'an.

Tunes of French English in Eiana. Under the teaching, he slowly began to be able to converse. I wonder why he didn't just learn French from Yi An, but when the child is older, there is no need to care about everything, he can already make his own decisions. Listening to his increasingly proficient foreign language, I feel that my son is very good, not only has strong adaptability, strong learning ability, but also has a good language talent. On this point, I won't boast about him Amma, but let me be, haha.

We stopped and stopped along the way, occasionally stopping at the coastal city to exchange goods, replenish food and water and continue on the road, and when we encountered good scenery, we stayed for a few more days.

And so on and so forth.

Those two handsome foreign guys, who were already a little cold, rarely paid attention to me under Honghui's surveillance, and when they met occasionally, they simply nodded and said hello. I felt that my trip had lost its meaning, and I could only try to take care of my body and wait for the birth of my child.

The torrential rain, which lasted for nearly two weeks, stopped us from moving forward, and the ship always docked at the port of Hangzhou, a place that once haunted my soul and made me infinitely sad.

I don't know why our ship went so slowly, but it took four months for us to reach Hangzhou, and I thought that according to the speed of the voyage, we could at least reach some coastal city in Fujian. Helplessly, I had already handed over the position of captain to Honghui, and Yinxiang occasionally helped him get an idea, for pregnant women, who would come to listen to my command.

Honghui matured quickly, like a real captain arranged an itinerary for everyone, and when the rain stopped, he and Yinxiang took the boys and girls into the city to visit the famous places.

I really don't want to go, about Hangzhou, you can turn the page. Even if the branch of Yiyantang is still there, I don't need to take care of it myself, and I didn't invite the big manager and staff to eat dry rice. Standing on the shore and pointing to his belly, he was almost seven months pregnant, even if it was not as exaggerated as when he was holding his sister and brother, and even seemed a little small, they should be able to understand. I ignored the crowd's reactions and turned and walked back to the boat.

It is difficult to calculate the date on the ship, and even if there is a calendar, it is difficult to distinguish between night and day in the event of a rainstorm. In my own way, I made a stroke with a knife every day at the head of the bed, and I had already made up a full twenty-four "positive" characters.

Yinzhen, it's been June, and we've been apart for more than 100 days, do you miss me? Your Emperor Ama didn't have the heart to kill our children, and he's still there! I could feel that he was mischievous, spinning around and kicking his feet. Would you be happy if you knew? I miss you.

My thoughts have not diminished with time and distance, day and night. Write down a stroke of a picture on paper and tie it into a booklet.

The hull of the boat suddenly began to tilt, and I grabbed the corner of the table and tried not to let myself fall, my fingernails hurting. The pen and ink on the table slammed into the box slots, and the uncollected paper fell to the ground, when the familiar sound of rain sounded again, and pounded on the deck overhead.

I heard the clatter of the crew running between the cabin and the deck, and the tapping and tapping of the rain under my feet.

Slipped feebly on the floor, his fingers finally grasping the edge of the table and sliding towards the bed behind him.

The hatch was pushed open, and before I could raise my eyes, a white figure had swung in, crouching beside me and holding me in place by the bed.

The soft silver hair swept across my face, wet and cold, and the palms of the hands on my shoulders were cold, dripping into my clothes. A trail of white lightning streaked through the open hatch, and I could see the turquoise pupils in his eyes, still unfazed and calm.

"Xiao He......"

"It's fine." He frowned habitually when he heard this title, and as soon as he said a word, a huge thunder sounded as if it had exploded from the sky.

I was carried by him to the corner of the bed and sat on the quilt, his wet palms against my ears to block out the thunder.

"Honghui?"

"Inn, come back tomorrow morning or when the rain stops."

I put my head down on the head of the bed and closed my eyes, hoping that the rainy season would soon pass. If it doesn't end, if it doesn't get moldy in this Jiangnan, I'm going to be tossed to death by this ghost weather.