An Qian gently helped Meng Yi clean the wound, and then put on a new bandage, and when everything was ready, she was afraid that Meng Yi would drive her away, so she was about to get up and leave.

Suddenly, Meng Yi grabbed An Qian's hand, hung his head, and said in a low and thick voice: "We...... Let's have a baby! ”

As soon as these words came out, An Qian suddenly raised his eyes, and the words that Meng Yi had just said ...... She thought she had misheard and looked at Meng Yi in a daze.

Meng Yi raised his head to look at her, and repeated very seriously: "I said we want a child!" ”

At this time, An Qian, who was frozen, was very excited: "Yuerong ......"

Meng Yi got up and continued to keep his face cold, his voice undulating: "It's been so long since you've been married, it's time to have a child, so you won't be so bored." ”

An Qian couldn't suppress the joy in her heart, after all, she had waited too long for this moment!

An Qian cried with joy and nodded emphatically: "Okay, good." ”

After Meng Yi finished speaking, he stepped away.

Back in his room, Meng Yi spread the string of Buddhist beads on the table in front of him, and he just watched motionlessly.

Until the sunlight coming in from outside moved from left to right.

Mo Ting came in.

Meng Yi lifted his eyelids at this time, and asked weakly: "Is it done?" ”

Mo Ting arched his hand: "It's done!" ”

Meng Yi's heart sank, his eyes fell on the string of Buddhist beads again, it seemed like he had made a very difficult decision, he sighed with a long sigh of relief: "It's time to finish......"

Mo Ting took Meng Yi to the cemetery he had chosen next to a temple outside the city.

Meng Yi buried the string of Buddhist beads in the night sun.

Mo Ting lit incense and handed it to him.

Meng Yi raised the incense and bowed, his voice was depressed and heavy: "Monk, you have a good rest, I will come to see you often." ”

After Meng Yi finished speaking, he sat down on the cold tombstone, picked up the wine jug next to him, and poured it directly with his head up.

After a while, I saw that his cheeks were red, and he was full of wine: "Monk, this wine is really good!" Without you, with wine, a drunk can relieve a thousand sorrows! ”

Before long, the flask was empty.

Mo Ting couldn't stand it, so he pulled him up: "Second prince, my subordinates will help you go back!" ”

Mo Ting shook him off and staggered and muttered, "Wait, you wait!" ”

Meng Yi turned around, he raised his hand and touched the words engraved on the tombstone, rubbing them word by word, and choked up: "You are obedient, I will come to see you often!" ”

After saying that, a few more tears fell from his eyes.

Meng Yi raised his hand and wiped it: "Let's go!" ”

Mo Ting followed him, seeing Meng Yi's steps, staggering and sad, like the sunset gradually falling in the west, twilight.

has been following the second prince since he was a child, and it is the first time for Mo Ting to see Meng Yi in such a state, and he can't help but sigh in his heart.

When she returned to the mansion, she seemed to have heard Meng Yi's words to have a child, An Qian's heart was greatly affirmed, and she no longer had a sense of existence as before, she stayed at the door of the mansion like an ordinary wife, and kept visiting Meng Yi's figure.

Until I saw him enter the house, I hurriedly greeted him: "Yuerong ......"

Meng Yi drunkenly raised his head, glanced at her, and asked rhetorically, "Yuerong?" ”

An Qian didn't know why, smelled the smell of wine on his body, and looked at Mo Ting, who was supporting him: "The second prince has drunk?" ”

Mo Ting nodded.

Meng Yi was full of wine and rudely pulled An Qian over, and asked again: "Yuerong?" Are you calling one less word? ”

An Qian's face was puzzled: "Yuerong-"

Meng Yi quickly raised his hand to block her mouth, and then leaned over and whispered softly in her ear: "You have to call me Jiaoyuerong in the future, yes, it's Jiaoyuerong!" ”

An Qian was puzzled.

Mo Ting hurriedly explained: "This is the name of the second prince for walking the rivers and lakes. ”

An Qian was slightly stunned, and suddenly couldn't open his mouth.

Meng Yi took her whole in his arms and waved a hand at Mo Ting, signaling him to leave.

Mo Ting stepped back.

Meng Yi stretched out a hand, affectionately picked up the chin of the person in his arms, full of drunkenness: "Qian'er, I haven't taken a good look at you for a long time, you are becoming more and more moving!" ”

When An Qian heard this, his heart suddenly beat and stopped: "Moon, moon ......"

"Hey, didn't you call Jiaoyue Rong," Meng Yi said softly, "Come, call one!" ”

An Qian didn't want him to be disappointed, opened his mouth, and said softly: "Jiaoyue Rong ......"

Her three words came out, and the next second, Meng Yi's face was on the corner of her mouth.

An Qian was caught off guard, subconsciously holding her breath, she blinked quickly and was at a loss.

Meng Yi made her boil.

Meng Yi's mouth loosened, and he whispered from the gap: "Don't stop, then call my name, call me......" Meng Yi's words were full of gratuitous desire, and there was a domineering order.

An Qian had no choice but to follow his wishes, she raised her hand, wrapped her neck around Meng Yi's neck, and her voice became softer and softer: "Jiaoyue Rong ......"

Xu was stimulated by her call, and Meng Yi's offensive became stronger and stronger, even making An Qian breathless.

Meng Yi blurred his eyes and simply hugged her by the waist.

Meng Yi carried her and walked briskly to his dormitory.

The maids were standing at the door, and when they saw them menacing, they bowed their heads and asked for peace: "Second prince!" ”

"Stand down!" Meng Yi ignored it and shouted.

A burst of clouds and rain, coupled with the growing drunkenness, Meng Yi almost lost his mind, and his mouth kept calling the name of the incomparably longing: "Yeyang, Yeyang......"

At that moment, An Qian's heart was cold in an instant, and she understood that she was just a humble substitute.

She clenched down on the futon and wept silently.

……

……

Outside the big tent.

Zhong Ling kept thinking carefully about what Bai Qingqing described to him, and the process of the few of them happening in Xiyingzhou.

For a moment, I saw that he looked confused and seemed to have some doubts.

Zhong Ling looked at the listless Bai Qingqing over there and asked, "Brother, you said Yeyang, I told you before I died, let you tell Mo Shaozhi: My brother-in-law has fulfilled them!" ”