Reflecting the lightning and thunder, He Guang Tongchen looked at the bloody wounds on her exposed wrists, he knew that she was covered with such unhealed wounds.

It was not as frightened as his heart, but his expression was unwavering, he put down the rolled gauze, and said lightly, "I'm just afraid that committing such a serious crime will be punished by God and affect the fetus in the womb, so I want you to try to make up for it." ”

He Guang Tongchen thought to herself, although she said that although she was lightweight, I am afraid that she would not be punished by God, but she would definitely be punished by God, so she was frightened, afraid that she would not have time to give birth to a child...... Martyrdom!

He asked, "How do you light this lamp?"

Huaxin looked at him and shook his head slightly, "You didn't tell me." ”

With the light and dust, "......" he now wants to have a good chat with Jing Wuchen.

But he didn't know how to talk to another soul in his body.

After a moment of silence, he took her hand and assured her, "Stay with the poor monk and don't go anywhere, you will be fine, and the child will be fine." ”

The heart of the painting will be suspicious and smile back.

It was destined to be another sleepless night.

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Xu is because she is a god fetus, the little guy grows fast, and the belly of the painting heart quickly bulges, but fortunately, she is so thin that she can't see it for a while when she changes into a robe that is wide with light and dust.

Day after day, the hidden lamp never lit, and her injuries never healed. The days of Yaoling Village were as plain as water.

In order to prevent her wounds from deteriorating, Heguang Tongchen had to go out to pick fresh herbs every day, and Huaxin was used to leaning on the door and blowing the evening breeze waiting for him to come back, brushing away the dust of his servants, and wiping the sweat stains from his head with his coarse linen cuffs like an ordinary village woman.

He always looked down at her and smiled contentedly.

The rain has been falling for several days, and it is soft to the bones, and many people in the village are sick.

Several times, she wanted to say "let's leave" to Heguang Tongchen, but she vaguely felt that the catastrophic disease in Yaoling Village was brought by them.

She also had a very bad premonition that the peace and tranquility here would be shattered sooner or later because of them.

But the world is big, leaving here, she doesn't know where to go, she doesn't know where to accommodate her and him.

So she selfishly thought that she would wait until the baby was born before leaving.

In the middle of the night, the sound of rain outside the window was dripping, a lamp was lit in the house like beans, the candle flame was dim, unconsciously, the painting heart fell asleep against the wooden window caressing the bulging lower abdomen, the face was a shallow smile, the eyebrows were gentle, like a streamer pouring from the sky and the moon.

He Guang Tongchen gently carried her back to the bed, and suddenly heard some slight movement in her stomach, and listened to it, and a childish voice vaguely said, "Mother, it's so cold."

He gently covered his hand on the lower abdomen of the painting heart, and sure enough, his fingers were cold, thinking that he was sitting at the window and suffering from the wind, and his palm was slightly moving, and a wave of heat passed through his belly.

The little guy inside seemed to be comfortable and happy, happily kicked the palm of the same dust with his foot twice, and "giggled" twice, and the soft voice came again, "Who are you?"

Who is he?

He Guang Tongchen hesitated for a moment, held back the "pounding" heartbeat, and wrote two words on the soles of his small feet, one stroke at a time.

He laughed slowly, his eyes shining like a tide, and the smile on his lips was so radiant that it almost lit up the whole room.