Feng Qingyu said that it was recorded in the dossier that this manifestation soup only needed to be boiled for an hour to be boiled.

The fat monk looked at the herbs in the casserole, and then looked at me and Feng Qingyu, although he didn't understand what we were doing, he didn't ask the end, but yawned and sat on the chaise longue on one side, closed his eyes and went to sleep again.

Feng Qingyu and I stared at the casserole, the stove under the casserole was burning, and watching the soup gradually begin to boil, my heart began to beat faster and faster.

"Whew!"

The fat monk on the recliner on the side had already followed me again, and Feng Qingyu saw me looking at the casserole and asked me a question coldly.

"Anzhi, if you really have a dragon fetus in your womb, are you willing to drink the dog and knock him down?" Feng Qingyu looked at me, her eyes unblinking.

I was silent, my mind was a mess.

Reluctantly, he (she) is the flesh and blood of me and Long Xuanling, although he has only been pregnant for more than a month, but because he drinks tonic soup every day, he is now pregnant.

And, these days, I often dream of a meaty little guy who is obediently calling me mother.

The immature voice is still in the ear, as if it really existed.

"Reluctantly?" As soon as he saw my expression, he already guessed.

I hung my head in loneliness, unable to answer.

"The eldest sister was born in July, and she could give birth in half a month, so for the south wind, she drank the dog root neatly." Feng Qingyu looked at the flames and said leisurely.

"But she's always regretted it, didn't she?" I've seen Bai Lan in Feng Qingxuan's house, and what is there is her dead child.

"But the eldest sister kept Nanfeng's life, if she insisted on giving birth to that child back then, Nanfeng would definitely die." Feng Qingyu said, raised his hand and put it on the back of my hand: "An Zhi, if it is a dragon fetus, forget it, the lives of you and the Dragon King are more important, this child, you can have it again in the future." ”

I understand, but it sounds too harsh.

"That's it, wait until you drink this decoction." Feng Qingyu said, and leaned towards my side again: "Are you tired?" When my eldest sister was pregnant, she was always tired, so I will lend you this shoulder first, and sleep for a while. ”

"No need." I shook my head at him, but he stubbornly pressed my head against his shoulder.

"Click!"

However, at this moment, there was a sudden sound of extremely small footsteps, but it was not towards this cold hall, as if it was running away from outside.

Feng Qingyu immediately got up and rushed towards the direction of the wooden door of the cold hall, opened the wooden door, but found nothing.

I followed, glancing at the corridors on the left and right sides of the cold hall, and made sure there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"That voice just now, probably blown by the wind?" Feng Qingyu said, preparing to close the wooden door.

I caught a glimpse of a small sachet on the ground in front of me, so I leaned over and picked it up.

On this small sachet, there are also embroidered strings of small grape-like patterns, and when you smell it before you take it to your nose, the smell is also very fragrant.

"Don't worry, it's so late, there must be no demon hanging around here." Feng Qingyu said, closed the wooden door, and pulled me back to the medicine hall.

And I put away the little sachet temporarily, thinking that it should be in the daytime, which master dropped it.

The reason why it is said that the master dropped it is because the fabric of this sachet is smooth and smooth, and it is made of fine satin.

"Almost." Feng Qingyu looked at the bubbling casserole, then stretched out his hand, carefully picked up the casserole, filtered the medicinal materials inside, and poured out a bowl of black decoction.

I looked at this decoction, couldn't help frowning, looked at Feng Qingyu and asked, "Just drink it directly?" ”

After asking, he was inexplicably flustered, and stretched out his hand to grab the porcelain bowl.

"Eh, Anzhi, isn't it hot?" Feng Qingyu frowned and looked at me.

I quickly took my hand back, and when I saw that my fingers were already hot and red.

"Don't worry, wait until it's cooler before drinking." Feng Qingyu pulled my hand over, blew it gently, and couldn't help but joke in her mouth: "You are really reckless, in the demon capital, how did you survive until now?" ”

I didn't reply, but kept my eyes on the potion.

This decoction, once drunk, can determine the fate of the flesh and bones in my abdomen.

Before, on Emperor Feng's dossier, I also saw that if you are pregnant with a dragon fetus, after drinking this manifestation soup, the dragon qi will appear.

"Almost, Anzhi, you drink." Feng Qingyu took the pu fan on the table and fanned it into the porcelain bowl for a long time, and the manifestation soup was already half cold.

I looked at the decoction, and I didn't stretch out my hand again, I was so flustered, I finally got the recipe, and now I don't want to drink it.

"It's really not hot." Feng Qingyu thought that I was afraid of being hot, so she directly stretched out her hand, grabbed the porcelain bowl, and held it in front of me.

"Wait, I, I, I'm afraid of suffering." I casually made an excuse.

Feng Qingyu immediately smiled, and after putting down the porcelain bowl, he took out a bag of candied fruit from his sleeve.

"This was given to me by the eldest sister yesterday, thinking that you want to drink the manifestation soup, so I kept it for you." After Feng Qingyu finished speaking, she sniffed the candied fruit in her hand: "It's very sweet." ”

"Me?" I was so flustered that I couldn't even make excuses, and I only said the word "I" for a while.

"Anzhi, you must at least know that you are pregnant with a human or a dragon, right?" Feng Qingyu stared at me, reading what was going on in my heart.

I stared at the tonic soup hesitantly, but finally picked up the soup and drank it.

The decoction looked pitch black, but it didn't smell too heavy.

But I don't know why, but after drinking it all, the corners of my eyes became moist.

Tears rolled down, and I always felt that the child in this womb might really be missing me.

"Anzhi, why are you crying!" Feng Qingyu looked at me with a nervous expression.

"It's fine, it's just too bitter." I said, barely smiling.

In fact, the bitterness in the mouth is the bitterness in the heart.

After drinking the decoction, I felt as uncomfortable as fire in my stomach, and my whole lower abdomen was falling, and I felt a faint pain.

"Huh?" I couldn't help but snort, and, putting down the porcelain bowl, my hands pressed directly on my abdomen.

"Ah Yu, this manifestation soup shouldn't have any effect on the child, right?" I think if it had an impact, Emperor Feng would not have used it on himself before.

"There is no impact, now, it may be that the dragon qi of the dragon in the belly is moving." After Feng Qingyu finished speaking, he helped me sit down, and stared at my abdomen with straight eyes.

I myself hung my head nervously and looked towards my belly.