It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Chapter 607: Deep Love in the Smoke of Gunfire

Seeing Liu Yao open his eyes, Yang Xianrong felt relieved. She touched Liu Yao's forehead and confirmed that he was no longer feverish. She then said, "Please loosen your grip. It really hurts. I can't move."

"You have a son?" This was the first thing Liu Yao said. His voice was hoarse and sounded very unpleasant. "Whose?"

"What are you talking about?" Yang Xianrong also frowned, "Can't I have a son?"

"Whose?" Liu Yao's voice became even hoarser, and he gripped Yang Xianrong's hand even harder. Yang Xianrong almost cried out in pain, "It hurts!"

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Liu Yao immediately let go of her hand, coughed twice, and then said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I... I won't ask anymore."

"You should ask!" Yang Xianrong wiped her tears and looked at her hands carefully. They were really deformed and bloodless. They were stiff and could not move at all. "If my hands are really broken, you will be the one holding my son in the future. You will also be the one washing diapers, feeding him milk and so on."

"...Okay." Liu Yao also looked at her hand, his eyes revealing a hint of heartache. He wanted to reach out and touch it again, but he didn't dare. Moreover, he also found that if he moved his arm a little more, his whole body would hurt, and he grimaced in pain. "But...it seems...I'm not very good at breastfeeding."

After hearing this, Yang Xianrong's hand trembled, and the pale and deformed hand could not help but hit Liu Yao directly, of course avoiding the wound. "You! Your son! You are fully responsible!"

This time, Liu Yao's eyes sparkled. He stared at Yang Xianrong and her flat belly as she knelt there, and asked word by word, "My son?"

"Who do you think it belongs to?" Yang Xianrong got angry and hit him again.

"Hit me again, I don't feel any pain anymore." Liu Yao must have gone crazy. He was able to grab Yang Xianrong's hands with one hand, and touched her lower abdomen with the other hand. The whole movement was extremely fast, and he didn't look like he was injured at all.

Yang Xianrong subconsciously dodged backwards, but because both her hands were held by him, she had no choice but to beg, "Please don't move, please don't touch him, he's only three months old, he's not very stable."

"Oh, oh, oh." Liu Yao quickly retracted his hand, but still stretched out his hand to hug Yang Xianrong. Yang Xianrong moved closer to him and whispered about the date. Liu Yao immediately understood and said in a loud voice: "One shot?!"

Yang Xianrong blushed with shame and shook his big hand again. But how could Liu Yao let go? His voice became much softer and he even sobbed softly. "Third sister, thank you for your hard work. If it weren't for you, I, Liu Yao, would have died long ago..."

"Bah, bah, bah, what nonsense are you talking about? You can't die. Even if I die, you are not allowed to die." Yang Xianrong was also moved. She stopped moving and moved closer.

"You're dead, what's the point of me living?" Liu Yao sighed, "Third sister, I really like you."

"I know." Seeing that Liu Yao was no longer moving and sweating from the pain, Yang Xianrong laid him down again with great effort, and only put some rags around his waist so that he could sit up slightly and talk to her. "Don't say these unlucky words. Now we should think of a way to leave here."

"Yeah." Liu Yao was still crying, his voice was very nasal, "You are already pregnant, why bother to take the risk to find me?" Yang Xianrong saw him like this and smiled, "I just miss you."

"Third sister." Liu Yao couldn't help wanting to hug her again, but the wound was so painful that he was twitching all over. Yang Xianrong was so scared that she quickly comforted him and said, "Don't talk, take good care of her, we still have to escape soon."

Liu Yao was a great general of the Han Dynasty, a strong, brave and skilled warrior. Hearing such words, fortunately from Yang Xianrong's mouth, he could only smile bitterly and said helplessly: "Why are you running away?"

"You're already in this state, but you're still running away?" Yang Xianrong couldn't help but smile again, "You'd better get better soon, and take our son with you."

"Okay." Liu Yao nodded solemnly. "Feel my... lower abdomen... there is a cloth bag, it's medicine, really medicine..."

Seeing Yang Xianrong's face twisted again, Liu Yao stuttered a lot and explained, "Liu Cong gave it to me, just a little bit. He said it could quickly relieve pain in case of injury... just in case... Hey, hey, hey, be gentle, don't pull down your pants, just a little bit below the belt... Hey, hey, hey"

Yang Xianrong's actions also became more ambiguous. Although her expression was still very ugly, she was obviously feeling better. She found ten tiny black pills in Liu Yao's small cloth bag, and they smelled like saltpeter.

"Is this...Five Stone Powder?"

"I think so. I don't know. Anyway, Liu Cong gave it to me. He said he eats it." Liu Yao was very honest, but he begged Yang Xianrong to let go of his belt, because her little hand actually touched his lower abdomen again to confirm whether there were any other wounds. His face was red, and he stuttered, "Third sister, I'm fine, really fine."

"You can't take this pill." Yang Xianrong was very serious. "Wu Shi San has the effect of relieving pain, but if you take too much, you will become stupid and crazy. Before, someone in the palace... someone in the Luoyang Palace took this, and later he took the emperor... Sima Zhong also took it. Not only is it horrible, but people who take it also feel drowsy... No, Liu Cong is becoming more and more abnormal now. Is it related to taking Wu Shi San? Is the wound on Liu Cong's abdomen not healed yet?"

Yang Xianrong was indeed smart, she saw the clues from this small pill. Liu Yao could only grin and nod.

"Who gave him the Wushisan? Isn't this meant to kill him?" Yang Xianrong's eyes widened, "Then this is even more wrong..."

"Liu Cong knows, but he doesn't want to... suffer so much." Liu Yao sighed, "Let's leave here first. As long as my son is fine, I will be satisfied."

"How did you... Actually, I only said one sentence." Yang Xianrong also wanted to know how this rough man could know about her pregnancy from her few words. In that situation, the first thing he asked when he woke up was this.

"Third sister, I remember every word you said." Liu Yao sighed softly, "Just like when you called me, if it was Brother Liu, it meant that you were very relaxed and happy when you were with me, and you liked me very much. If you called me General or something like that, it would be very strange and distant... I know everything."

"So, you also know that I don't really want to marry you?" Yang Xianrong actually asked this.