"Let's make it lighter."

Before Lan Yao could answer, Mo Bai answered for her first.

"Okay." Mo Rong said softly, covered her body with the rough quilt in the room, he gently stroked her Rouyi, and finally reluctantly left.

When he left, his white face was clear and clean, his thin lips were lightly opened, and his eyebrows were locked with a little worry, "If your body is discovered by him, I'm afraid it will be more than lucky." ”

Lan Yao's ethereal and hazy expression was not real, the corners of his lips were filled with a faint smile, and his complexion was like snow, "Senior brother, he won't." ”

She trusted him, the man who grew up with her, a kind and refreshing man.

"Whatever you want." Mo Bai sighed, he lowered his eyelashes, and left in a wanton manner.

"Aren't you eating together?" Lan Yao asked in a loud voice, her beautiful voice piercing through the empty wing room and piercing his heart.

"I won't eat it." Mo Bai's steps did not stop, and after a while, the figure of Kung Fu disappeared from Lan Yao's field of vision, as if he was hiding from something.

Lan Yao was thinking about why Mo Bai was so urgent, and an uncomfortable tumbling sensation surged in her stomach, she hurriedly took out a handkerchief and covered her bright red lips, "Ahem, cough, cough." ”

The vomiting sound continued, but nothing came out, she just endured it for too long, so it was so uncomfortable at the moment.

East Kitchen.

Mo Rong's white fingertips were roaming each tender green leaf, and he carefully cleaned the leaves from beginning to end, for fear of missing any place.

"Your Majesty." Suddenly, a man in black fell out of nowhere, he looked straight at the ground, and knelt on the ground with the sound of knives.

"What?" Mo Rong asked casually, he was still doing his work, and his serious appearance really made the eyes of the man in black full of shock.

Didn't you say that their emperor was not close to women? Doesn't it mean that the emperor is only worried about competing for world domination every day, and he doesn't care about the love of his children at all?

But what's going on now? The woman actually let the king of a country cook herself, and even took it for granted, and she didn't even have to comfort her.

"Say." Mo Rong's voice was still unfazed, but with a slightly uplifted tone, the man in black faintly heard the sense of oppression, and he hurriedly retracted his thoughts that were still wandering around, and said, "The minister has searched all over the Kongyun Temple, but there is still no trace of the free monk. ”

"Oh, that monk is crazy, and he can't stop being happy somewhere. As long as the Kongyun Temple is under my control, he will definitely appear, and there is no need to be nervous. Mo Rong had already boiled the water, sprinkled a large cluster of jasmine petals into the water, and boiled it in boiling water, and the fragrance of flowers overflowed in an instant. A quarter of an hour later, he passed the cleaned leaves in boiling water with chopsticks, put them on a blue-and-white enamel plate, and sprinkled some soy sauce to polish them.

His movements are fluid, as if he were working on a work of art.

"Your Majesty, the minister has never known why you want to let the monk spread the news of Liang Guo's 'the country is not a country, and the sun is twilight'. It's better to just send the message out so you don't have to make the trip in vain. The black-robed man still couldn't understand that the emperor wanted to personally visit the thatched house to meet the mad monk. Even he ignored the emperor, and the emperor was also a little dissatisfied.

"Monk Xiaoyao has immeasurable merits and high respect in the Dharma world, and releasing news that is beneficial to us through his mouth is naturally better than the effect achieved by spreading the news with our eyes." Mo Rong explained all this good-naturedly, and a few delicate and delicious side dishes were ready during the conversation.

"Bring it to her." After Mo Rong finished explaining, he washed his hands with water and paced away.

This Kongyun Temple has been blocked by him for seven days, so it is sparsely populated, and it is also her luck that Xiao'er can break in by mistake.

Mo Rongwan'er, when she opened the door, she saw Lan Yao lying on the bed with weakly squinting eyes, her curled eyelashes like butterflies fluttering their wings. The next second, her eyelashes opened, her beautiful eyes turned delicately, and a wisp of tassel brushed her forehead, and she picked up her fingers.

"Senior brother." Her voice was soft and weak, like a willow, tickling at his heart.

"I'm here, I'll be able to eat soon." Mo Rong walked quickly to the bedside, his fingertips caressing her face.

Sure enough, in just a moment, the plates of delicate delicacies poured into the table.

"Come, I'll take you to dinner." Mo Rong carefully picked Lan Yao up from the bed, "Go to my place and bring the soft pestle." ”

He commanded, and in a few moments, several well-dressed men carried in a fine soft pestle.

Mo Rong hugged the beauty around his waist, walked steadily to the table, and gently placed her on the soft pestle.

He served her soup with his own hands.

"Be careful." He blew the heat away, and the tenderness in his eyes overflowed.

Lan Yao took the soup, she looked at the bowl of purple ginseng pheasant soup in front of her, and her heart was warm.

Her eyes twinkled slightly.

Now that she is pregnant, it would be too much to deceive her brother like this.

She raised her eyes, her gaze intertwined with Mo Rong, and she saw his starry-eyed, gentle face, his lips slightly raised, and a trace of hope crossed his eyes.

She took a deep breath and finally spoke, "Senior brother, I am pregnant. ”

It's silent!

For a moment, it was as if he had fallen into an ice cellar in this humble chamber, and Mo Rong's gentle face cracked, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but stopped.

The starlight in his eyes dimmed little by little.

He no longer spoke, but seriously prepared vegetables for her.

It's as if everything just happened as an auditory hallucination.

Seeing Mo Rong's appearance like this, Lan Yao's heart ached slightly, she stretched out her white and soft little hand, put it on the back of Cang Yan's hand, and she said softly, "Senior brother, I'm sorry." ”

"Don't talk about it." Mo Rong's brows furrowed slightly, but it was flat again in an instant, and his voice was still so soft, "Eat quickly." ”

It was a rare reunion between the two, but they never wanted to be so embarrassed.

For the rest of the time, Lan Yao and Mo Rong ate very quietly, only hearing the sound of chopsticks touching porcelain.

"Sleep in peace." After the meal, Mo Rong took Lan Yao back to the bed, gently dropped a kiss on her forehead, and fled in a hurry.

Mo Rong was about to summon his hand to summon Mo Bai, but Mo Bai seemed to have a heart in his heart, and stood in a courtyard of the meditation room waiting for him first. He was dressed in a snow-white robe, his ink-dyed hair rose slightly in the moonlight, his extremely handsome face was shiny, and he calmly raised his eyes to look at Mo Rong who came out of the chamber.

"Bang." Mo Rong carried one arm behind his back, and with one palm, he carried the cold spiritual power and went straight to the door of the ink white.

Mo Bai didn't have any spiritual power at all, although he was prepared in advance and turned sideways, but his white face still left a bloody mark, and the sky tree behind him was broken by a hard back.

"If you are angry, why should you be angry with me?" Mo Bai took out a delicate handkerchief from his arms and stroked the wound on his face, which hurt very much.

But he believed that the man in front of him, whose face was as gloomy as autumn water, was probably as uncomfortable as an ant bite.

"You knew it early in the morning?" Mo Rong's eyes crossed with killing intent, and he wanted to make up for it with the strength of his palm, but when he saw Mo Bai's mocking look, he forcibly stopped it.

Mo Bai is his ally, and he still needs his identity.

"I know." Mo Bai nodded undeniably, his eyes turned away faintly, staring at the calm lake, the cool breeze blowing, the two of them were like two immortals who wanted to fly in the wind.

"Why don't you use a dose of medicine to help her slip the tire?" Mo Rong can tolerate Lan Yao, Feng Qing, and Hua 100 years old, but he can't have Cangyan alone.

He and Cang Yan have existed on opposite sides from the moment they were born.

He has the country of wind, and Cangyan has the country of Liang.

The ambition of the two of them is to achieve a unified world, and these Lan Yao will naturally not know.

"I can give her an abortion, but you have to have the final say." Mo Bai's meaning is obvious, Lan Yao is Mo Rong's person, and only he is qualified to mention it.

In fact, he was always inexplicably afraid that the woman would hate him for this, so he knew that she was pregnant, but he turned a blind eye.

Now that Mo Rong brings it up, then all the sins can be blamed on him.

He is at most a facilitator, and the mastermind is the son in front of him who looks gentle as jade.

"Go and dispense the medicine, I'll coax her to take it tomorrow." Mo Rong is chaotic when he encounters things, and he is cut when he cares. The usual strategizing in the face of the current situation of various countries has disappeared, and now she is like a boudoir woman with clumsy schemes, he has only one purpose, she can't have a cangyan child.

"No need." Mo Bai took out a cyan porcelain bottle from his arms.

“······ You're ready in the morning? Mo Rong looked at the bottle in front of him, not knowing what medicine Mo Bai was selling in his heart.

"Well, as a doctor, you always have to have all kinds of medicines on your body in case you need them." Mo Bai saw that Mo Rong took the porcelain vase, so he turned around and prepared to leave.

"I can't imagine that the Mobai Divine Doctor always likes to be merciful, and even has this slippery pill ready." Mo Rong said mockingly, as soon as his words came out, Mo Bai's body staggered, and he almost fell, he tried to stabilize his body, and left as usual.

That medicine was prepared by him for Lan Yao, after all, slippery tires are extremely harmful to the mother.

Before dawn on the second day, a maidservant came knocking at the door.

Originally, it was a Buddhist land, and it was impossible for any maids to appear.

But Mo Rong felt that Lan Yao, as a daughter's family, was now unable to move, and many maids around him served him, and he also used it easily.

The maid's name is Yongmei, and she is an innocent girl who Mo Rong ordered people to find at random at the bottom of the mountain.

"Miss Lan Yao, the porridge is ready. You're pregnant right now, and you need to make up for it. The maid's voice was soft, for fear of disturbing the master inside.

"Come in." Lan Yao waved his hand, and the door opened.

In an instant, the smell of the porridge was fragrant.

It is snow lotus chicken shredded ginseng porridge.

Lan Yao lowered his eyes, looked at the bowl of hot porridge in front of him, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

She knew that her senior brother was the most understanding.

"This is Mo Rong Gongzi ordered the slave maid to boil it early in the morning, he has something important to deal with today, I hope the girl, you don't dislike the slave maid's craftsmanship." Yongmei has a simple smile on her face, probably because of the long-term lack of food, her complexion is a little sallow, but the clarity of her eyes makes people unconsciously feel love.

She loved the kid.

"How old are you?" Lan Yaoqing's cold voice hooked, and she took a small spoon and drank the porridge slowly.

It's thick, it's delicious, and it seems that this kid really cares about it.

"The slave is ten years old this year." Yongmei said happily that she was still a child after all, and there was no city. Seeing that Lan Yao looked very easy to get along with, his courage also increased.