V2.Chapter 685

At midnight, the street flower raised her head and cried out in great pain, "ah --"

something suddenly slipped out of her body. Her nerves were all weak at this time, and her head fell back on her pillow again.

In a trance, she seemed to hear a steady woman holding the child, laughing for reward, "Congratulations, is a thousand gold."

"Well, I'll call it Dance in the clouds. " The man looked at the child in the steady woman's hand, slightly disappointed on the face.

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"Congratulations to the prince. Yuxue is lovely and looks like a princess." Steady woman holding the child has been washed clean, face happy to get to Yanbei City side.

Yan Beicheng turned his eyes and looked at it again. His voice was hoarse, "take it down and let the nursing mother look at it first."

Wenpo didn't expect that Yan Beicheng had such a cold attitude, and some of them couldn't believe it.

Qin Ya looked at the child with red and swollen eyes. She took out a heavy purse from her arms. "It's hard, Mammy. The nurse is in the room over there. I'll take you there."

Moshang flower has been produced, and the house has been tidied up. Liu Zheng, who has been guarding the door all the time, is able to come in. After helping moshang flower pass the pulse, she says, "she just consumes too much. She will soon wake up."

Said, and then said: "I have ordered people to boil medicine, she does not have side disease, you do not have to worry too much."

Yan Beicheng did not open his mouth, but nodded slightly. Both hands held the hands of the flowers on the street, and refused to let go. Instead, the blood of your pupil did not disappear, but more and more, and now there was a green shadow.

"You've been through it all day and night. If you don't go and have a rest, she won't wake up for a moment." Liu Zheng saw this situation and gently comforted him.

Yan Beicheng was silent, his eyes were always fixed on the pale face of the stranger.

Sleepy in the Mo Shang Hua seems to feel Yan Beicheng's worry, frown gently up, lips slightly open, gently enunciation, "cloud dance..."

Liu Zheng didn't really listen to it, but helplessly took a look at Yan Beicheng, "then I'll go to see how the medicine is boiled."

With that, he retreated.

At that time, Yan Beicheng, who had always looked the same, suddenly crossed the dark color in his eyes and drew his ears closer.

On the street flower this fashion is in the lethargy, but has been unconsciously whispering, "cloud dance, where are you Cloud dance... "

Yanbei city face color this just completely changed, in the quiet eyes, as if by the point of ink, slowly spread a very deep and very unpredictable ink color.

He looked at the flowers on the street for a long time. Suddenly, he raised his right hand. There was no seal in his hand, but he slowly condensed a layer of light golden light.

Then, he slowly put his hand on her forehead, the pale gold light magnified a circle, but for a moment, the stranger flower was quiet again, quietly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The light in Yan Beicheng's palm dissipated, and she held Mo's hand again. There was a little tiredness between her eyebrows. "Mo'er, it's not that I don't want you to miss you, but it's not the time. When the time comes, I'll accompany you to look for it."

With that, he dropped his head and gently kissed the white forehead on the street.

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After a full day's sleep, she woke up. Her pain had completely disappeared and her abdomen had shrunk down, but her chest was heavy and seemed to be pressed by something.