Twenty-three months pregnant (3)

  Are you going to be a mom?!

  She gently patted her belly, a joyful feeling arose, was there a little one in her small belly?

  Everyone looked at Wanwan, who had just been scolding herself for being stupid, and when she heard that she was going to be a mother, the natural maternal love shone on her face in an instant.

  "Master?" Wan Wan suddenly lifted her head and directly bumped into Pan Yueyang's chin.

  The dog stretched out its paw and rubbed its master's chin, with a flattering expression: "Master, will you be the father of this little kid in my belly?"

  Zong Yin waved his hand, Bai Mu smiled and twitched the corner of his mouth.

  "He was originally my child." Not to mention that Zong Yanyang shook his hand, Mu Bai twitched the corner of his mouth, and in fact, this kid's father had also been a proper fortification.

  "Ah, you're willing to be his dad, Master!" Wanwan clung to his neck, excitedly almost hugging Pan Yueyang and spinning around in circles.

  "Alright, alright, be good, you're too weak now, it's not good for the child, eat some more." Pan Yu Yang couldn't take it anymore, being coaxed and deceived by Wan Wan had already reached her limit.

  "Hmm!" Wanwan looked at the dishes on the table, but her chopsticks didn't move.

  Fenghe had already ordered someone to clean up the filth on the ground and instructed a young maid to bring some sour plums: "Miss, why don't you eat some sour plums?" After speaking, she put the sour plums on the table.

  This move is just right for a curved stomach, sour and sweet, delicious.

  "Wan Wan loves sour food! Brother Shifu, you should let the kitchen cook more dishes with sour flavors in the future." Sincerely wishing Wan Wan well.

  "Did you hear what Mr. Mu Bai said? Go and take care of it." Pan Yu Yang instructed Feng He.

  The kitchen immediately started cooking, light and refreshing, sour and heavy. Before long, several more dishes were served at the dinner table.

  Vinegar-braised potato shreds are sour enough! Cold-mixed perilla leaves are sour enough! Sour bean sprouts are sour enough!

  One after another, several more dishes arrived, each one sour enough to make your teeth ache. The three men stared at Wanwan as she ate with gusto. After the meal, everyone's face was filled with satisfied smiles.

  At midnight, three figures flashed across the rooftop and landed directly on the glazed tiles.

  Zong Yun Yang stretched out his hand, and Yu handed him a jug of fine Daughter Red. Without hearing the sound of tiles being pressed, the man leaned sideways, half-reclining on the roof, surrounded by the fragrance of wine.

  "My lord, when will you set out." In the dark of night, Meng wrapped his arms around him.

  "We have our own plans." Zong Yin raised many displeasures.

  Meng no longer spoke, beautiful women are all trouble!

  "Don't you think I'm a good emperor?" Zong Yin raised his eyes, slightly intoxicated.

  "In the heart of a little person, Master is always the best." Yu looked straight ahead.

  "I know what you're thinking, she looks just like someone." Zong Yin Yang gazed at the starry sky, as if every star was her likeness, laughing "heh heh heh" at him.

  "Xiao Yin..." Zong Yun's emotions overflowed as he involuntarily called out to the woman among the stars.

  Yu He shook his head, Master Gong is very heavy on sentiment, the sound of Master Zi has long been gone, but Master Gong still can't let go.

  Drunk, with a faint smile, Zong Yin closed his eyes and memories came flooding back, every time he could only rely on memories to feel so happy.

  ……

  Wanwan ate her fill and didn't feel sick, she rushed back to the room and dove straight into bed. Pan Yu Yang couldn't help but laugh as she looked at Wanwan, it seemed that she was going to let her husband have some freedom now.

  Picked up the military book and battle formation diagram, Pan Yuanyang took over the chair and sat down at the bedside, starting to study it seriously.

  In this atmosphere, accompanied by the flickering candlelight, the husband reads a book, while the wife dreams of Duke Zhou. The husband occasionally raises his head to glance at his wife's feet, helping her re-cover with the quilt, completely unaware that he is no longer his original self.

  Mei'er turned over, having slept poorly recently. Just as she was about to call out to her personal maid, DouDou, to pour tea, the next second she fell to her knees with a thud: "Master!" She didn't dare lift her head, keeping it lowered.

  "Uh, get up." Unlike last time, the man in black quickly helped her up.

  "Make her eat it every day." The man in black chuckled, his low voice unable to contain the thrill of revenge.

  "Yes." Yan'er lowered her head.

  "As long as you listen to me, I'll give you whatever you want!" The man in black lifted up the delicate face of the little girl with one hand.

  She stared at the black-clad man's eyes, she had never seen her master's face before, every time he was wearing a mask, only these eyes, if you looked closely, you would find that they were very similar to Pan Yueyang's eyes, but Pan Yueyang's eyes were cold and arrogant, while her master's eyes were full of hatred and cruelty.

  Patting Yan'er's face wasn't a show of affection, but a threatening warning. With extremely skilled lightness, he turned around and silently disappeared before Yan'er's eyes.

  Mei'er remained in her previous posture, she feared Master but didn't dare disobey!

  Wan Wan, sorry.

  On the other side, Pan Yu Yang was still seriously studying the formation diagram when he was attracted by the rustling sound of the person on the bed.

  Her eyes were tightly closed, with big tears streaming down her face, her eyebrows furrowed in distress, then relaxed, then contorted in fear, and then twitching wildly. Her small mouth opened and closed but no sound came out.

  I don't know what Wanwan dreamed of, but Pan Yu Yang patted her cheek to wake her up from the nightmare.

  "No! Please!" Wanwan grasped the outstretched claw, crying frantically.

  "Wan Wan? Wan Wan? Wake up, dear~" Pan Yueyang looked at Wan Wan who had her eyes tightly closed and hugged her tightly.

  "No! Father, mother, save me!" Wanwan was being held in his arms, she didn't want this, she would rather die than be insulted by such a despicable person! With great effort, she pushed away the man on top of her, and Wanwan herself also rushed backward.

  Wow!

  He crashed into the wall behind the bed, his head tilted to one side, and then there was silence.

  Stunned, looking at Wanwan: "Someone's coming!"

  Pan Yu Yang's loud voice startled Feng He who was drowsy and about to fall asleep.

  "Quickly go and call Zong Yunyang!" Pan Yuanyang picked up the curved Wanwan from the bed, touched her head, and fortunately, she hadn't cracked it open.

  Feng He Feng rushed out at a normal speed, ran for a while before feeling something was off, Zong Yun? Who is that? Thought about it, Yun? Rushed out of the courtyard with all his might.

  Zong Yanyang, who had been lying on the rooftop and fallen asleep with a smile, was having a dream about Xiao Yin. It had been a long time since he last dreamed of her. In his dream, Xiao Yin was always by his side, calling out "Gege" (brother) from both left and right, smiling sweetly at him, taking him to the riverbank to catch small fish, shouting for him to take her to the treetops to steal bird eggs. Her light yellow clothes fluttered in the wind as she flew through the air. He stroked her fine hair, watching as her happy expression gradually grew smaller and smaller... eighteen years old, fourteen years old, ten years old, six years old! No, Xiao Yin, who was getting smaller and smaller, was going to leave him again!

  "No!" Zhong Yun wildly waved his arms in the air, a sudden jolt sat him up, and he stared blankly into space.

  Yu and Miao's faces were expressionless, they had long been used to this.

  "Master Yin! Master Yin! Go to Miss's place quickly! Master Yin!" Feng He rushed into the small courtyard, running straight towards the room, shouting loudly.

  Seeing Feng He's loud cry, Zong Yin Yang waved his hand to dispel the shadow in his dream and stood up straight, shouting down: "Feng He, I'm here."

  "Huh? What's going on in the middle of the night?" "Young Master Yun, quickly go and take a look at Miss, I don't know what happened to her!" Feng He said anxiously.

  She entered the room for only a few seconds, and General immediately hugged Miss and asked her to call Gongzi. She didn't even have time to see how Miss was doing, but just saw General's out-of-control appearance, something must have happened.

  Before Fenghe finished speaking, Zong Yin had already disappeared on the roof with two other people, leaving Fenghe stunned and shouting "Miss, what's wrong?" into the empty air.

  They are all big shots, can't understand why they fly around in a hurry, and run back and forth with their legs lifted up.

  Zong Yin Yang quickly appeared outside Pan Yueyang's bedroom, but didn't go in.

  "Zong Yin Yang! Come and take a look at Wan Wan!" The tone was unmistakable, one being the Wind Whistling Country's monarch, the other being the Pan Long Country's general, both of whom held positions above millions of people, so it was normal for them not to be on equal terms.

  Zong Yin Yang walked over directly and grabbed Wan Wan's wrist.

  He was very flustered, possibly because Wanwan was carrying his child, Pan Yu Yang felt his own trembling hands tightly, tightly embracing Wanwan...

  "There's nothing abnormal about Wanwan's pulse." Zong Yin didn't let go of Wanwan's hand.

  "Then how did she suddenly faint!" staring at someone who was still bending their wrist.

  "What's wrong?" Zong Yin turned his head, at this time he and him were no longer on the same level, nor was it suitable for them to compete with each other.

  "She had just fallen into a deep sleep and then had a nightmare. When she struggled, she bumped into the wall." Pan Yuanyang recounted.

  Turning her head around, Zong Yin carefully checked if there were any external injuries on the curved part of her head. Pan Yueyang also cooperated by picking up Wanwan and making her nape face the brightly lit candlelight area.

  Touching the curved hair, like Xiao Yin, fine and soft, Zong Yunyang lost his mind.

  "Zong Yin Yang, is Wan Wan injured?" At this moment, he didn't have the heart to pay attention to Zong Yin Yang's small actions, and only cared about how the woman in his arms was doing.

  "There's no external injury and his pulse is normal, he just fainted." He was dazed, but as a doctor, he carefully examined him again.

  "When will she wake up?" Pan Yu Yang asked uncertainly.

  "It depends on her now, for a moment or one or two days." Zong Yin Yang took another step back, his hands clasped together.

  Looked down at the little thing in his arms: "Let her wake up soon."

  "Are you ordering me?" Zong Yin raised his chin with a proud and arrogant expression.

  "You're a great doctor!" Pan Yu Yang was somewhat indignant, he firmly believed that with his medical skills, Wan Wan could wake up immediately!

  "I am also a national monarch."

  "So..." Putting down the curved object in his arms, Pan Yueyang looked straight at Zong Yin: "May I humbly request that the Lord of Feng Xiao...". He paused for a moment, not wanting to lower himself in front of the other person. His eyes glanced at Wanwan: "It's late, we should rest soon. Young Master Yin, please return as well." Standing upright and proud, he still refused to bow down for a woman - this was him, this was Pan Yueyang!

  "Are you certain?" Zong Yin Yang looked at him with a hint of disdain in his eyes, this man was just like him back then, had once gained something, and would ultimately lose it.

  "Wind lotus, send guests!" Pan Yuanyang turned around, closed her eyes and clenched her fists.

  I don't care about a woman, even if she's carrying his child!