The self-cultivation in the past few months has made Mu Xiaoxiao's heart more cold and clear, and her belly has grown bigger day by day.

Winter is unexpectedly coming.

The goose feathers couldn't stop falling, Mu Xiaoxiao stood under the railing and stroked the snowflakes that had stayed for a short time, wearing a red coat on her body, her fine bangs fell on her forehead, and her bulging belly was abrupt.

A plum blossom blooms not far away, and a dark fragrance hits.

She suddenly thought that there was another plum tree in the labyrinth of the Prince's Mansion, and she had never bloomed it before, did she also want the flowers in the temple to be as fragrant and pleasant.

There was already a thick layer of frost on the ground, but the snow had no intention of stopping.

Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes became brighter when she looked at the sky, and she tightened her clothes and walked out, leaving shallow footprints on the ground.

Looking down on the mountains, the snow is white.

What a magnificent view, beautiful beyond words.

I want you to see it too.

She was also unruly and yearned for freedom.

After meeting Bo Zeyu, he just wanted to stay by his side.

Yes!

I have to admit that I miss you very much, and every organ in my body thinks about the unbearable pain.

Are you ...... now? What are you doing?

Is there a moment when you think of me?

"Mu Xiaoxiao!"

There was a loud shout behind him, from far and near, and he kept shouting.

She turned, her vision blurred.

When someone walked in, she vaguely recognized that it was Li Youran, and her face was not sad or happy, showing a worried look.

"Are you alright?"

Li Youran anxiously held Mu Xiaoxiao's wrist.

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't know that her face was pale now, and she was about to merge with the snowflakes in the ground.

Instinctively looked underneath, red blood flowing from his feet.

No wonder she kept feeling pain, holding her chest with her hands, and struggling to fall into Li Youran's arms.

Before she fell into a coma, Mu Xiaoxiao did the math, she was only seven months pregnant.

People come and go, and the temple has never been so lively.

One qiē is only because Mu Xiaoxiao was born prematurely.

Her heart-wrenching cry came from the back room, "I can't give birth!" I can't. ”

A group of monks were outside to help her chant and pray, and Li Youran looked at the basin of hot water and sent the basin of hot water inside to no avail.

In a hurry, she forced her way in.

The midwife accompanied Mu Xiaoxiao on the side, and Mu Xiaoxiao, who had exhausted all her strength, was paralyzed on it, sweating profusely.

"Miss Li, you can't come in!"

A little girl tried to kick her out, but she threw her out of the door with a flick of her hand.

"How's it going?"

Li Youran hurriedly washed his hands and stepped forward to ask.

When the midwife saw her coming, she hurriedly stood up, she was also sweating, "Madame is already tired, if it continues like this, it will be difficult to give birth, and adults and children will be in danger." ”

Li Youran looked at her with sharp eyes, "Before you went in, you said that this child must be blessed to ensure the safety of the mother and child." ”

If it weren't for the urgency of the situation, she could only find a midwife, Li Youran would have slashed her with one palm.

Perhaps sensing the murderous aura in her eyes, the midwife was sitting harder to cheer for Mu Xiaoxiao.

Sunrise, sunset!

A day and a night passed.

Mu Xiaoxiao was so exhausted that she didn't even have the strength to shout.

The midwife's voice was also hoarse, and her clothes were soaked with sweat.

Looking at Mu Xiaoxiao's appearance, he was about to give up.

Li Youran pulled her collar and shouted in her ear, "Mu Xiaoxiao, your child is only a little older, he can't come out on his own, he can only rely on you!" You give me some oil! ”

Her words were more effective than a hundred sentences of the midwife, and Mu Xiaoxiao, who was dying, exerted her strength again.

This time, the crisp sound of a child pierced the sky.

Bo Qi was born.