Fisherman's Song Dynasty

Xu Zizhen could still tell whether a wild boar had just died or had been dead for a few days, and the blood on the broken leg in front of him had not completely solidified, obviously it had just been slaughtered not long ago, Xu Zizhen remembered the bowl he drank just now Soup, the meat is rich and fragrant, and the soup is delicious. It seems to be stewed by the leg meat of this unlucky wild boar.

Xu Zizhen was completely moved. He had already observed secretly that there was no other family near Yan Yucong's place, which meant that she hunted this wild boar alone, and she hunted it specially for Xu Zizhen's injury. An adult wild boar Yan Yucong's offensive power is by no means trivial, and Yan Yucong is still a pregnant woman, so how could Xu Zizhen not be moved to take risks for a wounded man like him.

"what are you doing?"

A cold voice came from the side, waking Xu Zizhen up. Xu Zizhen looked back, but saw Yan Yucong came back at some time, with a hen in one hand and a bag of flour in the other. Prepared for Xu Zizhen.

Xu Zizhen hurried up a few steps, and said, "You are inconvenient, why are you still running around, and you don't know how to be careful... Hiss!" He wanted to go over and take the things in Yan Yucong's hand, but he walked faster in a hurry , immediately involved the pain again.

Yan Yucong hurriedly dropped the hen and flour, and came to Xu Zizhen's side in a blink of an eye, supported him, frowned and said coldly: "I'm not that delicate, you should be careful, don't stay in the room and rest , what are you running around?"

Xu Zizhen smiled wryly, "I just want to go to a hut."

Yan Yucong didn't speak anymore, and helped Xu Zizhen go back to the house, and the hen and flour were just thrown on the ground.

Xu Zizhen didn't speak anymore, he leaned half on Yan Yucong's arm, and walked slowly, his broken bone was in sharp pain after only two steps. Borrowing some strength, Yan Yucong's body suddenly trembled, but he quickly regained his composure and did not open his hand.

A faint body fragrance penetrated into Xu Zizhen's nose, and it smelled very pleasant. He was very familiar with this smell, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the few nights when he and Yan Yucong shared the same room a few months ago. Those few nights have been imprinted in Xu Zizhen's memory, no matter how difficult it is to erase.

Neither of them spoke, and they walked slowly towards the room. Xu Zizhen's face was a bit embarrassed, while Yan Yucong's expression remained expressionless, but for some reason, the bases of her ears turned red.

Women have body odor, and men also have unique body odor. The distance between her and Xu Zizhen is so close, that masculine breath also penetrated into her nose, and Xu Zizhen's hand is still around her waist, the palm is warm and strong, so She also inevitably thought of what happened in those nights. Although it was a lifetime of humiliation to her, Yan Yucong realized that she didn't seem to hate him as much as she thought.

The atmosphere became a little weird and ambiguous. Xu Zizhen wanted to find a way to talk to Yan Yucong several times, but he still didn't dare to speak.

No matter how long the road is, there is an end. Xu Zizhen finally returned to the house. At this moment, he suddenly felt unsatisfied. He even wished to walk like this for a few more hours, even if the pain at the broken bone caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead.

Yan Yucong helped him onto the bed without saying a word, and tucked the quilt up for him. Except for her slightly cold face, all her actions were like a gentle wife. Xu Zizhen was more and more moved, and then couldn't bear it. , He gritted his teeth and struggled, because he found out that using Yan Yucong to design Wushu was a goddamn decision.

"I'm right next door. If you call me for anything, don't try to run around." Yan Yucong said coldly, turned around and was about to leave.

Xu Zizhen blurted out: "Wait."

Yan Yucong stopped and looked back at him: "What?"

"I..." Xu Zizhen opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to speak.

Yan Yucong didn't urge him, but just stood there quietly, unable to tell whether he was happy or angry.

Damn it, you bastard!

Xu Zizhen clenched his fists and cursed himself, finally gritted his teeth and asked, "I want to ask, is this child... mine?"

Yan Yucong seemed to have guessed what he was going to ask, his expression didn't change at all, but he still stood there quietly, and he said after a long time: "Yes."

"It's really mine?" Xu Zizhen was ecstatic. Although he had guessed the result in advance, Yan Yucong's own confession made him so happy that he didn't know what to do with himself. It was too big and involved the wound, and he let out a muffled groan in pain, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

But Yan Yucong didn't help him this time. He just stood there and said coldly, "But I won't let the child see you, and I won't let him know about you."

Xu Zizhen took a deep breath to hold back the severe pain, and said with a wry smile: "I know you won't forgive me so easily, but the child is innocent, you can't let him be born without a father, right?"

"So what?" Anger welled up in Yan Yucong's eyes, and his tone was so cold and emotionless, "I will give birth to the child, but it has nothing to do with you, because you! No! Deserve!"

Xu Zizhen was speechless for a moment, he knew that what he had done was indeed extremely despicable and shameless, but he was never willing to give up, not only the child, but also Yan Yucong.

"I'll come back after I send you to respond to Tianfu, you don't have to come to me again." Yan Yucong spoke slowly, but his tone was firm and undeniable, and he turned around and was about to go out after speaking.

Xu Zizhen couldn't hold back any longer, and shouted, "Yucong!"

Yan Yucong suddenly trembled all over, and the raised feet stopped again like a ghost, but his tone was still cold, without turning his head, he said: "I have made up my mind, there is no need to say more."

Xu Zizhen smiled wryly, "I'm not trying to persuade you, it's just..." He paused and said, "I want to pay my respects to uncle, can you take me there?"

Yan Yucong hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

Xu Zizhen got up again, endured the pain and followed Yan Yucong slowly to the outside of the house, except for the yard to a river not far away.

This river is very wide, but the current is not urgent, it flows slowly. There is a jujube tree on the bank, and there is a grave under the tree. There is a tablet in front of the grave, but there is no word on it.

Yan Yucong stopped in front of the grave, remained silent for a moment, and said, "This is my father." But at the same time, she called silently in her heart, "Father, this is Xu Zizhen."

Xu Zizhen lifted his front and knelt down, and said very seriously: "Xu Zizhen, my son-in-law, pay my respects to my father-in-law!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he kowtowed respectfully.

"Xu Zizhen, you...!" Yan Yucong's face instantly turned red with embarrassment.