Mei'er leaned over and gently kissed the child's forehead, and said softly, "Ah, are you full?" ”

The child seemed to understand what she was saying, and even came into her arms again, sucked a few mouthfuls of Mei'er and looked at the child desperately sucking, this strange feeling was really subtle, subtle made her whole body soft, she couldn't help but lean over and kiss his little face twice, and smiled: "What a naughty little thing!" ”

After the child was full, his eyes began to blur, and he woke up and cried desperately, but no one came to hug him, let alone the blood that filled his stomach automatically poured into his mouth, until Fangcai, a pair of hands hugged him into a warm embrace, which was different from his father's embrace, but it was just as warm and familiar.

This embrace is more comfortable than the generous embrace of my father! He desperately drilled into this embrace, because he smelled a sweet milky scent, which was born especially for him.

Finally, a sweet, warm liquid flowed into his mouth, and the taste was so delicious!

If you don't eat now, when will you wait? Woo, it's been so many days since I was born, and it's only the first time I've drunk such sweet milk, and I eat it desperately

It was only when my stomach was round that I let go of my mouth with a full burp, and when I looked up, I saw a pair of beautiful, gentle eyes, and she was looking at me without blinking.

Is it a mother?

My mother is finally back, it must be my mother, I sensed it, Xiao Chen smacked his lips with satisfaction, two small dimples loomed on his ruddy face, he smiled sweetly, it was still good for my mother, the milk my mother gave me was much more delicious, and it tasted a hundred times better than the fishy and salty milk that my father had forced over.

The child buried his head in Mei'er's chest, and his little hands scratched her clothes from time to time, and his mouth was mummmm

Mei'er covered her shirt and touched the child's little buttocks by the way, her tentacles were wet, she couldn't help but smile, and her eyes caught a glimpse of a few clean diapers placed next to the cradle, so she took them and changed them for him.

When changing diapers, the child was very cooperative, obediently letting Mei'er fiddle, his eyes stared at Mei'er with a pair of bones, and he made babbling sounds from time to time.

Mei'er was in a hurry, this was the first time she had done the work of changing the child's diaper, and she tucked the diaper so-so after some trouble, she smiled at the child apologetically, and said, "You are good, you will just take a look." ”

The child let out a happy laugh, and her little hand reached out to Mei'er, who held him in her arms again.

The child cried for many days, and now his body is warm, his stomach is full, and after frolicking in Mei'er's arms for a while, the sleepiness soon swelled up again, and after a few sounds, he fell asleep in Mei'er's arms.

Mei'er silently stared at the child in her arms, the feeling in her heart was very wonderful, this child was very handsome, she saw a few shadows of the Hades Emperor from his immature face in a trance.

Qingluan Warm Pavilion is the palace where the Emperor of the Underworld rests every day, and the children who can be placed in the center of the Qingluan Warm Pavilion Qingyu Platform?

Mei'er's heart suddenly tightened, whose child is this?

"Who are you? Put down the little prince! ”

It seems that someone has scolded such a sentence? Little Prince! This is Mingchen's son? Mei'er suddenly felt a thunderous explosion in her head! Oh, the son of Mingchen! I'm holding Mingchen's son now.

Mei'er looked at the child carefully, well, although the child is small, the facial features are clear and three-dimensional, handsome and abnormal, and he is indeed alive and well.

He had already married and had children? When did he marry and have children? Why did he marry and have children?

Mei'er's heart fell into the abyss in an instant, the child was still curled up in her arms, a real glutinous rice ball, the child is so old, this can't be an illusion, right?

By the way, isn't my spiritual seat already enshrined in the Hades Temple? Actually, I'm already dead! Just now I still wondered if the scene I saw was just an audio-visual hallucination, but Mingchen was now in Lin'er's arms, and the spiritual tablet with my name engraved on it that I saw in the underworld temple must be mine.

I'm dead? Am I really dead? Mei'er's eyes were filled with mist, her heart was slowly cold, before waking up, I had wandered in a fog, and I also saw myself standing on the snow-capped mountain of the Ice and Snow Villa, and I was very surprised at that time - why did I see myself, it turned out that it was my soul that saw my past life

I, the moment the scarlet streaked across the sky, was already gone!

I vaguely remember the moment before my whole body froze instantly, I heard the voice of the Hades Emperor, and he was screaming what to shout? Mei'er frowned tightly, what was Mingchen shouting at that time? It's a pity that I was already dazed at that time, I couldn't hear clearly, and I couldn't see

Mei'er only felt that her whole head was buzzing, and in front of her, it was hazy.

The Emperor of Hades has kept my spiritual seat safe in the temple of Hades, and he has fulfilled his promise to make me his wife, but my choice has made me yours - the dead wife!

Dead wife! Although she is a wife, she is a deceased wife, and she can stay in her heart to miss her for a year, ten years, or a little longer, but she can't hold hands and look at each other's partners.

My past has become a piece of history in his life, a history that he can't bear to read!

But history will always fade with the passage of time, and finally become a page of records circulating in the silent dark night, in exchange for an inaudible sigh The Emperor of the Underworld is the lord of this heaven and earth, and he bears too many responsibilities, and he can't never marry for the sake of a dead man like me, right? Marrying a wife and having children is human nature!

He can't be alone for a long time, both public and private, he must find a woman in his world who can walk side by side with him, which is his duty as an emperor.

How can I be resentful? And who is the right to complain?

Mei'er suddenly felt sad, since I have become history, why do I want to come back? Isn't there still an unfinished concern in my heart?

Or did I just come back to see if he was okay? Now I know that he is as good as ever, and he has given birth to a handsome and lovely little prince.

I should be happy, but why is my heart full of loss at the moment?

If you are well, it is a sunny day, but on this sunny day, I can no longer enjoy it with you, and between life and death, there is a gap that I cannot cross.

I actually walked into the Qingluan Warm Pavilion by ghost, and actually picked up your hungry and crying son, and fed him, Mei'er looked at the child in her arms in a daze, the child fell asleep after eating, and the quiet sleep was very cute, what a good child, if it was me and Mingchen's child, how good would it be?

She smiled abruptly, but how could it be?

When I was breastfeeding this hungry child, I didn't know how many days he had been hungry. Poor child, it seems that you have only been out of your mother's womb for ten days and eight days, why can your father and queen mother bear to leave you alone to cry in the cradle?

The quiet appearance of the sleeping child is so cute, Mei'er can't help but lean down and give another kiss on the child's forehead, the child seems to sense the mother's caressing, and actually giggles.

Mei'er's tears couldn't be suppressed for some reason, and they all fell on the child's face, and the child's eyebrows suddenly twisted, babbling and resisting.

Mei'er was startled, and hurriedly wiped away the tears stained on the child's face with her fingertips, she gently placed the child in the cradle and folded the quilt for him.

She looked at the child stupidly for a long time, sighed and turned her head to look at the warm pavilion.

In the corner of the wall was a white-haired old woman who had just been brushed away, and the old woman's face was full of fear, and her whole body was trembling.

Mei'er straightened out her dress, slid off the green jade platform, approached the old woman, and said, "Are you the old mother who is responsible for taking care of this child?" ”

The old woman propped her hands on the wall and looked at Mei'er standing in front of her in amazement, who is this woman? With such a bang, he pushed open the palace gate as if no one was around, easily walked on the slippery big green stone, and picked up the little prince on the spot to nurse him!

All the qiē, the people who do it are natural, and the people who watch it also feel very pleasing to the eye, as if it should have been like this, this woman should have walked in at this time, picked up the crying little prince, and breastfed him.

Picking up the little prince, this woman easily picked up the little prince, didn't Yu'er bless her whole body's cultivation on the cradle? Breaking through the gangqi, this is something that Emperor Zun can't do at present, why did she do it as soon as she stretched out her hand?

"You, you're the little prince's mother, aren't you?"

Mei'er Muran, after a while, said abruptly: "I'm not." Where is this child's mother? Why can't you bear to let your child cry when you're hungry? ”

The old woman looked incredulous, her eyes stared at Mei'er's chest, there were still some undried milk stains on it, Mei'er's face turned red, she turned around and walked to the wardrobe of the warm pavilion, she hesitated slightly, and reached out to open the cabinet door.

I still remember that in the few days I stayed in Qingluan Warm Pavilion, the Emperor of the Dead made a lot of beautiful dresses for me, and I didn't have time to try them on one by one in front of him.

The cabinet door opened, Mei'er lost her mind for a moment, and the skirts hanging inside were as if her hand was gently sweeping over those elegantly stunning skirts yesterday, all of them were still there, perhaps, Mingchen was a thrifty monarch, and after these skirts were ready, they had not been worn, and it was a pity that they were cremated.