Genius remembered for a second, "Love ♂ ÷ small? Say →', provide you with wonderful novels to read. Feng Zhongliu looked at Song Yi in a panic: "Song Yi, what is my mother's illness, are you sure?" ”

Song Yi looked at him apologetically: "As the pavilion master said, she couldn't have given birth to you back then, but when she did this, she cut off her own way of life, and she can live until now, there are already high-ranking people helping her." ”

Song Yi looked at Feng Lingshuang curiously: "I don't know who that master is?" ”

Feng Lingshuang was slightly stunned, and turned her head to look out the window: "It's an old acquaintance, and I have long since disappeared." ”

Song Yi wanted to ask how the master helped her, but Feng Lingshuang obviously didn't want to say it, and she was still bored.

Feng Zhongliu lowered his head and muttered, "There really is no other way." ”

"I'll do my best to see if I can prolong the time of the Pavilion Master." Although Song Yi knew that there was not much chance, he didn't want to let Feng Zhongliu completely down.

Besides, this is also a big challenge for her.

Since the master can extend Feng Lingshuang's life by more than twenty years, she also has to try.

The eyebrows and eyes of the wind really brightened a little, and he excitedly wanted to come over and shake Song Yi's hand.

Song Yi took two steps back: "Don't be too happy, even if it is really successful, it can drag on for a year at most, and it may not be able to do it." ”

The wind in the flow of the eyes dimmed again: "A year, ......"

Feng Lingshuang smiled happily: "If the little divine doctor can really let me live for an extra year, I can promise the little divine doctor any conditions." ”

Song Yi also smiled: "What if I let Young Master Feng marry me?" ”

Feng Lingshuang was stunned for a moment, thought deeply, and sighed: "Then forget it." ”

Wind in the flow choked up and called excitedly: "Mother." ”

"My son's happiness is more important than mine, and I have lived so long, and it is enough." Feng Lingshuang patted him on the shoulder and comforted.

"Since the Wind Pavilion Lord said so, then I will ask for a guarantee for Shiya." Song Yi's words interrupted the deep love between the mother and son.

It's not that she's not interested, it's that she knows that the iron should be struck while it's hot.

"Shiya? What happened to the little buns? Feng Lingshuang asked strangely.

"Xiao Baozi's lower abdomen was hit hard by Yin Lily last time, his qi and blood are exhausted, and he is afraid that it will be very difficult to conceive an heir, even if there are juniors helping to recuperate, but it may not be cured." Song Yi frowned as she spoke, with worry written in her eyes.

Feng Lingshuang's hand on Feng Zhongliu's shoulder froze suddenly.

"Doesn't it mean that it's just that the body is weak and the blood is weak, so it's better to recuperate?" Feng Lingshuang looked at Feng Zhongliu in shock.

"Mother, Xiao Baozi was here at the time, I didn't make it clear to you, Xiao Baozi didn't know about her body." Wind in the flow explained.

Feng Lingshuang put down her hand and looked at Feng Zhongliu with sharp eyes: "So, it is very likely that she will not be able to have children?" ”

The wind nods with difficulty.

"But don't worry, Mother, Song Yi is helping with conditioning, it's not a certain thing." Feng Zhongliu persuaded eagerly, and his mother's tone suddenly became cold, which made him even more uneasy in his heart.

Feng Lingshuang stretched out her hand to interrupt him: "I already know, you don't have to comfort me anymore, Liu'er, as long as the little bun can be born, even if it is a few years to wait, my mother will not mind, but the incense of the Feng family must not be broken." ”

In the wind, the center of the flow fell straight down.

"Mother, the incense will not break, I can go and raise a child, and I can also take over the class of the Falling Heaven Pavilion since I was a child."

Feng Lingshuang shook her head: "You don't need to say it, do you know why I risked my life to give birth to you, it is because the Falling Heaven Pavilion has ancestral teachings, and the Feng family's bloodline must not be broken, you once swore in front of the ancestral tablet to accept all the ancestral teachings of the Falling Heaven Pavilion, don't forget." ”

The wind was completely stunned at this time.

He really didn't know that there was such a clause in the ancestral teachings.

"Is my mother going to ruin my relationship with Xiao Baozi because of a dead rule?" Feng Zhongliu felt uncomfortable, with a seriously ill mother on one side and a woman he loved deeply.

How he should choose.

Feng Lingshuang glanced at her son in pain, and said earnestly: "I'm not an unreasonable mother, but you have to keep your vows." ”

The wind was very angry: "I didn't know that there was this article in the ancestral teachings. ”

If he knew, he would have hidden the situation of Xiao Baozi if he was killed.

"Of course you don't know, if you know, how can you be willing to tell me about the little bun, so let's give you five years, if the little bun is still not pregnant after five years, you must find a woman to have a child to inherit the incense."

Song Yi sighed secretly on the side, knowing that this was the biggest concession made by Feng Lingshuang.

In the wind, love may prevail over all common ideas.

But Feng Lingshuang shouldered the glory of the family, and the life and death of thousands of people in the Heavenly Pavilion.

She is understandable for doing this, and it can even be said that she gave Xiao Baozi the greatest tolerance.

Feng Zhongliu wanted to say something, but Song Yi shook his head at him.

"The younger generation thanked the pavilion master for the little bun." Song Yi said sincerely: "I will definitely do my best, and please ask the pavilion master to be relieved." ”

The wind was silent, and if he wanted him to accept it, he couldn't do it.

Not to mention other women who have no feelings, he doesn't even want to touch it, even if he can touch him, he doesn't want the little bun to be sad.

Will it be possible to let Xiao Baozi raise children for other women in the future?

"Liu'er, mother's words are here, you have to accept it if you don't accept it." Feng Lingshuang has a resolute attitude.

Song Yi smiled: "Pavilion master, don't be angry, be careful, I think the young master just can't figure it out for a while, I will persuade him." ”

Kazamine stood up and walked out of the room in silence.

Today is not a good day for him.

The mother is seriously ill, the time is short, the little bun is not accepted, and there is such an ancestral precept.

Song Yi saluted Feng Lingshuang and chased him out.

"Wind in the wind, don't you believe in my medical skills?" Song Yi was a little puzzled, why did this man seem to be sure that Xiao Baozi would not be able to give birth to a child in five years.

"Believe, I just don't want Xiao Baozi to be treated like this, she should enjoy it when she marries me." Feng Zhongliu thought of the possibility of having a child with another woman, and felt that Xiao Baozi would be heartbroken, and he couldn't bear it.

Even if he knew that Song Yi could cure the little bun.

Song Yi sneered: "You are a good man, Xiao Baozi shouldn't mind suffering this for you." ”

The wind blew her away, he was in a bad mood, and this heartless woman could still laugh.

"You still respond to your mother, her situation is really dangerous, the poison has penetrated deep into her heart and lungs, and it may ...... at any time" Song Yi stopped and didn't continue, this was too cruel.

Feng Zhongliu was silent for a while and asked, "You really aren't sure?" ”

"I'm really not sure, but there is one person who may have a way, and that is the person who once took action to prolong your mother's life for more than twenty years."

Hope was rekindled in the wind: "Then I'll ask my mother right away." ”

Song Yi grabbed him: "If you ask now, she won't say that your mother may have some grievances with that person, otherwise it would be impossible not to go to him for so many years." ”

The heart of the wind fell to the bottom again.

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