Gritting her teeth, Huang Yu slashed her arm with the dagger beside her, the pain irritating her nerves. The few cuts that were cut when he was chased by Feng Junwei a few years ago are still scabbed, and the new injuries add to the old ones, and the arms are completely unsightly. Huang Yu hooked his lips self-deprecatingly, how could he become more and more embarrassed after getting married.

Finally, a hurried footstep came from the roof, the door opened, and the wind brought with it the smell of bitter decoction, mixed with the fragrance of camellia flowers.

Wen Yu is back.

Wen Yu put the medicine jar on the peach wood table, picked up the teacup and rinsed it with warm water, poured in the bitter decoction in the black, the freshly boiled decoction was steaming, and Wen Yu's amber eyes were wet.

Wen Yu carefully brought the medicine to Huang Yu, helped her up, and fed her little by little. Every quarter of an hour, Wen Yu fed Huang Yu a cup, a few cups down, a pot of decoction bottomed out, Huang Yu's face was also a lot ruddy, Wen Yu carefully checked the pulse for her, and found that the child was safe and sound, only to breathe a sigh of relief, "Child, saved"

Huang Yu stroked his lower abdomen, and a stone in his heart was also put down. Seeing him running a little panting, he said guiltily, "Thank you, Wen Yu." It's so late, you are not familiar with life, where did you find the medicinal herbs? ”

Wen Yu looked embarrassed and replied, "I searched for a long time, and I saw a closed pharmacy at the end of Lingyu Street, I knocked on the door, but no one opened it. Then I climbed over the wall, found Yaolu, and boiled a pot. But I left the store with silver" As if the child had done something wrong, Wen Yu lowered his head. As everyone knows, the silver he gave was enough to buy the entire pharmacy.

Although he shouldn't laugh, Huang Yu looked at Wen Yu's guilty look and still laughed unkindly. How could he, who has been pampered since he was a child, do such a thing? It's hard for him, too.

Huang Yu patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "Let's give the silver, it's not stealing, today, thanks to you, Huang Yu owes Wen Yu a favor." Whatever Wen Yu wants, or where she needs my help, I will do my best."

Wen Yu shook his head and said busily: "I am willing to help, don't talk about owing or owing, if Huang Yu really wants to pay me back, I really have something to ask for."

"But it doesn't hurt to say"

"This little guy in the belly, I want to be his godfather" Wen Yu scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

Huang Yu smiled and said: "You saved his life, and he should call you godfather."

When Wen Yu heard this, she looked up at Huang Yu, her eyes were bright, as if she was full of stars and seas.

It's a man who is easy to satisfy, and I don't know which noble girl will have this blessing to marry him. Huang Yu thought to himself.

The two chatted for a while, and before they knew it, it was the third watch, Huang Yu was very tired due to excessive blood loss and pregnancy, and was helped by Ye Fan to change his clothes and leaned on the soft collapse of the brocade, and fell asleep after a while. His black hair spread out like a cloud, and he still couldn't erase the cloud-like sorrow between his eyebrows and eyes when he was asleep.

Wen Yu stayed by Huang Yu's side from time to time to probe her pulse, touched her forehead, and saw that her lips were a little chapped, so he woke her up and fed her some potion brewed with Wanyu Dan.

Silence, Wen Yu's amber eyes looked at Huang Yu gently, his gaze swept across her butterfly-like eyelashes, ruddy lips like begonias, breathing tightly, white as milk's skin, slightly messy Ayaluo, even the pearl next to the pillow could not match the glow of the complexion.

Wen Yu couldn't help but lean over and slowly approached Huang Yu's ruddy lips. The smell of milk on her body stimulated his nerves and made him sink involuntarily.

The air became sweet, approaching, approaching......

Suddenly, the gong sounded: Knock knock, the weather is dry, be careful of the candle.

The voice woke up Wen Yu, who was deeply in love, and he hurriedly left Huang Yu, gasping for breath.

Recalling the thought just now, Wen Yu couldn't wait to slap himself twice. She is married, how can he ruin her innocence like this!

Wen Yu returned to the front hall and poured two cups of tea to calm himself down.

In order to prevent himself from having that kind of thought again, Wen Yu took out two medical books from the study and sat a distance from Huang Yu to read them attentively, so that he could not only take care of Huang Yu, but also calm down. And so he kept her all night.

The next day, the sun shone warmly on Huang Yu's delicate side face, her long eyelashes danced like black butterflies, and with the cheerful chirping of magpies, Huang Yu slowly opened her eyes.

There is only a little camellia left in the house, and it seems that the owner of the fragrance has just left. An open medical book was placed next to the pillow, and a line of words was written in block letters: The diet needs to be light, I will go to collect medicine, and I will return in the evening. The words are like their people, warm and warm, Huang Yu smiled, tore off the page, and with the flame of the candle, the paper gradually turned into ashes.

For two days in a row, Yue Wenyu came to Wutong House every evening and brought a pot of boiled soup for Huang Yu. Huang Yu was afraid of bitterness, and drank it with a frown. It wasn't until the third day, after Huang Yu drank the medicine, that Wen Yu took out a small jar of half-moon plum candied fruit from his sleeve. "It's not bitter to eat this. Look at you every time you drink medicine like poison."

"Thank you, Wen Yu," Huang Yu took with a smile.

When he was with Wen Yu, it seemed that he was far away from those tricks, and Huang Yu liked this kind of plain feeling very much.

Unconsciously, a week has passed, and Huang Yu's poison has been relieved a lot, but if you want to fully recover, you still need the last medicine: Linjiao grass. As the name suggests, medicine is as precious as a rarity. This medicine grows on the border of the feudal country, the barren Kongshan Mountain, and there is a sharp forest hunt on the top of the mountain that specializes in guarding the linjiao grass, and many doctors who collect medicine are buried in the mouth of the sharp forest hunt.

Wen Yu only told Huang Yu in his letter that he had gone to find the last medicinal herb, but it was growing in a remote area and it would take some time to return. But he didn't tell her that the herb was Linjiao grass.

For ten consecutive days, Huang Yu did not receive news from Wen Yu, and sent the man in black to look for him, but he never had a whereabouts.

The grass and trees know that spring will return soon,

All kinds of red and purple fighting fangfei.

Yang Huayu pod has no talent,

The only solution is that the sky is full of snow flying.

The spring of the closure is short, and soon, the hot summer is approaching.

In the early morning of this day, the clouds were thick, the air became stuffy, and Huang Yu's heart was also restless. In the afternoon, the heavy rain poured down, and Wutongju ushered in even worse news: Zuo Xiang was seriously ill.

It was none other than Feng Qiao, who had not shown up for half a month, who sent the news.

The traces of the fight half a month ago had long since been washed away by the rain, and only the plane tree with broken branches showed that it had been treated unjustly in this courtyard.

A black robe with dark embroidery on the ground is wantonly publicized, and a pure white oil paper umbrella with gold piping adds some elegance. Everywhere is gorgeous, everywhere is exquisite, highlighting the noble identity of the owner.

Feng Qiao walked directly into the main hall, and there were no servants who came out to greet him along the way, and such slackness made him slightly unhappy.

Huang Yu had just finished drinking the tranquilizer, closed his eyes on the carved soft couch and recuperated, and heard the conversation between the man and Ye Fan outside the dormitory, and his heart was happy.

"Ye Fan, who is here?" Wen Yu has not heard from her for the past few days, hoping that he will return from collecting medicine, so that she can let go of this hanging heart.

"Back to the princess, it's the prince who has come to see you"

As soon as the words fell, Feng Qiao pushed the door in, bringing in a little smell of rain and dust, this smell made Huang Yu a little disgusted, she raised her sleeves to cover her mouth and nose, and the joy in her eyes was replaced by loss.

Feng Qiao has been staring at the woman on the soft couch, since the moment she saw him come in, the little starlight in her eyes quickly fell, and she covered her mouth and nose with her sleeves, did she dislike him so much? The unhappiness in Feng Qiao's heart became more and more intense. The closer he got to Huang Yu, the stronger the fragrance of the thousand-year-old snow lotus, and he frowned, and a feeling of betrayal welled up in his heart.

The corners of Feng Qiao's mouth hooked up a smile, but this smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, "It seems that Yu'er is not welcome to come" waved his sleeves and sat down beside Huang Yu.

Huang Yu turned his head, faced him, and spit out a word firmly: "Yes", his eyes looked at Feng Qiao, and there was an unknown light flowing in his dark blue pupils, like sadness, melancholy, but with a little stubbornness. "If you have something to say, get out of here, Wutong Ju is too small to accommodate you as a god"

A trace of unhappiness flashed in Feng Qiao's eyes, and he hid it for a moment, still with the appearance of a smiling tiger, smiling without smiling, "I have a message to tell Yu'er, the person involved in this news has passed away not long ago, Yu'er can choose to listen or not listen"

Huang Yu was stunned, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, "Who is it?" ”

Feng Qiao leisurely brushed up a strand of Huang Yu's long hair, and said the four words that were like a thunderbolt on a sunny day to her: Zuo Xiang is seriously ill.

"What? When was this? Huang Yu hurriedly grabbed his sleeve and asked anxiously, and the white phoenix jade pendant on his waist was also revealed.

Feng Qiao ignored her, his eyes were fixed on the crystal clear white phoenix pendant, he reached out and picked it up, and pulled it hard, and the jade pendant tie tied around her waist was torn off. A trace of fierceness welled up in Feng Qi Ao's eyebrows, he brought the jade pendant to Huang Yu's eyes, suppressed his angry tone, and asked, "Where did this jade come from?!" Huang Yu, how long do you want to hide from me! Say, who is the adulterer?! ”

Huang Yu was standing up straight, and Ben had nothing to do with Wen Yu, but seeing Feng Qiao so angry, he felt very relieved, so he followed his words and said, "The adulterer has already run away, are you still waiting for you to arrest him?" ”

Feng Qiao laughed like a Shura, a trace of color overflowed between his eyebrows, bewitching and vicious, cold and arrogant, and stretched out his palm to the slender neck of Phoenix Yu. Huang Yu turned around to dodge, protecting her lower abdomen and squinting at the angry man in front of her, her long hair was like satin, her clothes were as white as light, and her body was as imposing as an emperor's dignity, and her cold eyebrows stirred the breath around her. "Don't fight here, the province will damage the house" said and moved the lotus step lightly, and instantly grabbed the door and walked out, followed by Feng Qiao.

The two of them were as light as wild geese, and as the fight continued to cross the crowded hall, causing a burst of birds to scream, and finally stopped on the stargazing platform, the tallest building in the palace.

Above the tall building, under the dark clouds, Feng Qiao was holding a snow-white long sword, dressed in a dark gold costume with a graceful and luxurious appearance, and his momentum was as powerful as the Ninety-Five, despising the sky. Although the woman in white on the opposite side was unarmed, she stood there intact, and her momentum was not inferior to that of the man.

Feng Qiao attacked Huang Yu with a sword, and his sword aura was fierce, and he used seven layers of skill. The last thing he can bear is the betrayal of his beloved!