Cheng Ting got Wu Jin's words, as if he had received a holy decree, and his desire to survive was extremely strong, and he had to slap him away when the bull head and horse face came.

He didn't know that Wu Jin was lying to him.

Xu Huiran's fetal gas in the middle of the night is as bright as today, and the rain is pouring down, and she has not yet given birth.

The sharp pain made her breath dying, her lower body was naked, the shame of discipline was gone, her hands clutched the futon, and she felt her body being torn again and again.

The eldest sister of the Cheng family fed her ginseng soup with a spoon, she drank a bowl, and spit out half a bowl under the severe pain, but the eldest sister held her to drink, not only to drink, but also to eat.

The fetal position has passed through Lian Yunshan's hand, and it is already correct, but it can't be born.

It was cold and damp outside, the house was stuffy and hot, the charcoal fire in the charcoal basin was high, and the smell of blood and sweat was on every object, Xu Huiran asked in a trance, "Sister, why didn't he come to see me?"

She knew that Cheng Ting, if it was just a fracture, someone would carry him and come.

The eldest sister took a spoon and fed her ginseng chicken soup: "Li Yiti doesn't allow him to move, the bones that have just been connected, I am afraid of displacement, and A-Niang is pressing him."

The subordinates ran back and forth at both ends, but there was no good news, but she beat her spirit and made a calm appearance: "The third child loves children the most, after I gave birth to a leopard slave, he loves him very much, don't think nonsense, work hard."

Xu Huiran wanted to say something, but the pain swept over, she screamed in a hoarse voice, and began to exert herself again.

She mustered up all her strength, her eyebrows and eyes were hideously twisted, and she closed her mouth through gritted teeth, and followed the shouts of Wen Po.

At noon on the ninth day of October in the thirtieth year of Yuanzhang, Xu Huiran was tortured and gave birth to a son.

The child was red and wrinkled, and cried softly in the hands of the little monkey.

Xu Huiran was physically and mentally exhausted, sweaty and sour, with a handkerchief wrapped around his head, his stomach was bloated and relaxed, and the bones of his lower body seemed to be crushed, so he drank a bowl of decoction in the hands of the eldest sister of the Cheng family, and his eyelids fell heavily: "Show me......

The eldest sister took the weak little monkey from Wen Po's hand and gently placed it on Xu Huiran's side, and she was covered with the smell of sweat, but a heart was finally put back in her stomach.

Xu Huiran turned his head and glanced at it, the little baby was wrapped in swaddling clothes, this time it was quiet, his hair was thin, there were no eyebrows, there were two eyelids alone, his eyes were two slits, his skin was thin and red, his little nose was moving, and he was alive and well.

She closed her eyes contentedly and fell into a deep sleep.

"Is the nurse here?" The eldest sister asked Grandma softly.

"Here we are."

"Hold Ah Yu to the nurse," she got up and moved her sore hands and feet, walked out in small steps, and waited until she was out of the door before she whispered, "You follow the nurse, send Ah Yu over there, and show the third child...... If it's not good, come back and tell me, and I'll go too......

She swallowed her choked voice, rewarded Wen Po, thanked Lian Yunshan, and then went to the flower hall to write a letter to inform the Xu family of the good news - Xu Huiran's mother was a fool, and when she was not out of danger, she was worried that Mrs. Xu would help her, so she kept it a secret.

The rain gradually decreased, Cheng Ting's house was full of Chinese medicine, Cheng Ting's time was awake and sleeping, and he was in pain, holding one hand in Wu Jin's hand, not daring to let go.

He was afraid that the thief would come back, and although Wu Jin had no power to restrain the chicken, he was like a Vajrapani Bodhisattva who had subdued demons, had a strong and incorruptible bodhichitta, and could protect the Dharma with treasures and protect all practitioners.

The iron pot has been boiling with boiling medicine, the smell is strong, dispel the unclean smell in the house, anyone who enters and exits, must go outside in front of the brazier to smoke the realgar before entering, Mrs. Cheng took Cheng Ting's youngest son in, and also smoked the swaddling clothes carefully.

She loved her son and grandson, and felt that this child was here to save her life, so she put it lightly on the side of the bed as if she was holding some glass treasure jade, and said to Wu Jin, "Mother and son are safe."

Wu Jin smiled and slowly relaxed in one breath.

Cheng Ting felt that something was squirming around him, and immediately grabbed Wu Jin's hand and woke up.

He stared at Wu Jin, and suddenly found that there was an extra baby beside him.

Mrs. Cheng smiled with tears in her eyes: "This

I'm really a father."

Cheng Ting looked at the child and found that Wu Jin had lied.

Little Ah Yu is not worthy of his name, he is thin and a monkey, and he is not a daughter, but a son, and he does not have big eyes.

However, after taking a hard look, he thought that his son was also very good, all right.

"Hui Ran ......"

"She's tired, she's already asleep," Mrs. Cheng stroked his hair and whispered softly, "The medicine here is too heavy, Ah Yu is also going to drink milk, you have a good rest, maybe your father will come back the day after tomorrow, let's set up a banquet in advance and celebrate."

It's been two or three hours, Cheng Ting didn't have a high fever anymore, and Li Yitie also said that this hurdle has passed, and the rest of the family's life after the catastrophe is worth a feast.

She picked up Xiao Ayu, and Cheng Ting opened her mouth: "Slow...... Slow ......"

"I don't know how to slow down," Mrs. Cheng picked up the child, "You are still raised by me."

Mo Lingfeng's voice sounded outside the door, Wu Jin immediately raised her head, unconsciously showed a smile, Mrs. Cheng went out with the child, and saw Mo Lingfeng standing at the door, wearing soft armor, followed by Yin Nan, Zell standing far away at the gate of the courtyard - Mo Lingfeng had just entered the city, and Zell told her the ins and outs.

She didn't even return home, she came on a horse, with a cold air on her body, opened her arms and lavender corners, and when she saw Mrs. Cheng coming out, she turned sideways and got out of the way: "Xu Huiran is born?"

"The Leaf is here, it's born," Mrs. Cheng told her to look at the child, "Big fat boy, look at it."

Mo Lingfeng stretched his neck and glanced into the swaddling clothes, but he didn't see that Yamato was fat, retracted his head, and secretly said Why is this child wrinkled and red?

But because she was Cheng Ting's son, she couldn't speak directly, and said euphemistically: "Like Cheng Ting."

"Not really!" Mrs. Cheng was like a treasure, holding the single-slit eye of the trumpet and leaving.

Mo Lingfeng continued to smoke his clothes, waiting for the cold and dampness on his body to be swept away, and his clothes were stained with the smell of cigarette medicine, and even the gold collar was taken off and smoked, before he walked into the house, passing by the fat sea of firewood and water in front of the cauldron, and walked to Wu Jin's side.

Wu Jin naturally shook her hand and quietly let go.

Mo Lingfeng bent down to look at Cheng Ting, saw that his eyeballs were still moving under his eyelids, and said in a low voice, "Cheng Ting, are you still awake?"

Cheng Ting snorted vigorously, but he couldn't open his eyes, and he would soon fall into a coma.

Mo Lingfeng sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the corner of the quilt, took a look at the bloodstained wound, and after putting down the quilt, his face was cold, and he gritted his teeth: "I know who did it, I know what he wants to do, I know that you have suffered an unjustified disaster, I will avenge you, and when I find him, let him pierce his heart with ten thousand arrows!"

Cheng Ting is her best friend, her relatives, and a part of her life.

Cheng Ting's eyes rolled, but he still didn't open his eyes.

He didn't say that he knew where the secret was hidden, how he persevered, and how he had such integrity.

The higher they go, the more he looks at the dust, he can have a confidence, and secretly supports: "I'm not bad, I'm a good man, and I have also guarded you."

He thought, involuntarily smiling a little, and fell asleep.