Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 438 If I Die

And Chen Xiang and Chen Yue were not ordinary maidservants, she immediately sensed something was wrong, but she didn't dare to act rashly, she could only watch the beggar on the wall vigilantly.

But on the other hand, Murong Jiujiu didn't have the feeling of Chen Xiang and Shen Yue, who felt like facing a big enemy. On the contrary, she felt that this little beggar was quite pleasing to the eye, so she asked: "Do you know me?"

"The voice is also nice. I don't know if I can sing. Is it comparable to those who sing drums on the street?"

Who knows that this little beggar is still talking about his comments on Murong Jiujiu.

"you……"

Chen Xiang and Chen Yue's two maidservants are angry, this little beggar is so boring, dare to compare their mistress with the lowly people who sing big drums on the street.

Murong Jiujiu heard the words but smiled: "I don't know how to sing big drums, if you like listening to songs, I will sing other songs for you."

"That's good."

The little beggar immediately clapped his hands happily, and his legs started to scramble up on the wall, completely like a child who got candy, just when Murong Jiujiu thought that he would fall off the wall.

He finally stopped dancing, but his face seemed a bit troubled: "I heard you're pregnant?"

he asks.

Murong nodded for a long time.

Who would have thought that the little beggar was even more distressed, he scratched his head irritably, smacked his mouth, and said: "Then this is no fun, no fun..."

While talking, he jumped off the wall and left.

"Hey."

Chen Xiang and Chen Yue didn't expect this strange little beggar to leave as soon as he said it, and immediately chased them out, but they didn't find any trace except for a few unconscious guards lying in the corner outside.

I was asking the hidden guards who were guarding outside, but none of them noticed. Someone came here just now?

That little beggar seemed to appear out of thin air, and then disappeared out of thin air.

"Didn't you see a ghost during the day?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

Chen Xiang warned Shen Yue.

Ever since Qingyan was seriously injured by Feng Qier's surprise attack on the hunting ground, the two of them have become even more vigilant.

Murong Jiujiu lived in the Qixia Hall almost exactly the same every day, even though Feng Wushang didn't restrict her freedom, she also had times of boredom.

"Do you know what Wushang has been busy these days?"

Murong asked for a long time.

Chen Xiang and Shen Yue glanced at each other, not to mention that they lived an isolated life like Murong Jiujiu, but they knew that the head of the family had also secretly ordered them not to speak nonsense in front of the mistress.

So the two immediately shook their heads: "I don't know, but the master does all important things. After a few days of busy work, I will come to accompany the mistress like before."

I have to say that every time the head of the family and the mistress get along, they are like gods and couples, which makes people secretly envious.

But when no one noticed, Murong Jiujiu's brows were stained with worry.

In the blink of an eye, it was midnight.

I don't know if it's because of her pregnancy, but Murong Jiujiu's sleep has been extremely bad for the past few days, she would wake up in the middle of the night every now and then, and couldn't fall asleep anyway, and only felt a little sleepy until the early morning.

Get up every day and night.

But today when she woke up with a start, what she saw was not Feng Wushang lying beside her, tucking the quilt for her, pouring tea, and hugging her to sleep again, but an empty quilt.

Look up.

On the desk in the bedroom, the light was still on, and Feng Wushang was sitting motionless on the chair in front of the desk, as if he was looking at something seriously, already fascinated by it.

The dim light hit his soft side face.

It was rare to see a layer of warm color on his ice-white face, but it still couldn't melt away a kind of foggy color under his face, which made people unable to see through and feel uncertain.

Murong Jiujiu sat up slowly, put on his shoes, brushed his long silky hair behind him, and walked over, she wanted to see what Feng Wushang was looking at, so engrossed.

But what immediately caught the eye was a new painting.

It has been carefully expressed, there are only three colors of black, white and red on it, black ink, white background, and red plums, but it is so vivid that she stood under the plum branches that day.

The scene of the half-blossom plum blossoming suddenly was portrayed.

Even the subtle expressions are painted extremely vividly, so I don't know that Feng Wushang has such a powerful painter.

"When did you draw it? It's so beautiful!"

Murong Jiujiu exclaimed in surprise.

Under the orange lamp stand, Feng Wushang silently glanced at her, as if he had some extremely perplexed thoughts, which made him a little heavy for no reason, a little... indescribably dazed.

Murong Jiujiu curled his lips when he looked at him like this, then raised his eyes signally, and said: "What are you thinking..."

But before he finished speaking, Feng Wushang suddenly raised his arms, hugged Murong Jiujiu into his arms, let her sit on his lap, and pressed her forehead to the position of his heart.

Then no longer move.

The bedroom was so quiet that one could even hear the sound of falling snow outside, and the whimpering cold wind made the lanterns on the porch creak and creak.

But what Murong Jiujiu could hear at this moment was Feng Wushang's beating heart, and the warmth of his chest.

"What's wrong with you, Wushang?"

"Murong Jiujiu."

Feng Wushang finally spoke calmly.

"Ok?"

Murong responded for a long time, and wanted to raise his head, but was held down by him, he couldn't see anything, and couldn't see what kind of expression he had now.

"Would you be sad if I died?"

Feng Wushang suddenly asked with a bitter sigh.

Murong Jiujiu didn't seem to understand, but he couldn't raise his head, so he could only answer dully: "Why did you die?"

"Because there is a dilemma, I have to make a choice."

"What kind of choice?"

Feng Wushang didn't answer, he hid Murong Jiujiu's face in his arms, but he raised his head, his face was invisible to anyone.

There was a flash of weakness that never appeared.

But this weakness was wiped away by him almost instantly, then got up, hugged Murong Jiujiu up, walked to the bed, said: "Go to sleep, it's already late."

"Can't sleep."

"I'll be with you."

"Then Wushang, tell me a story."

Murong Jiujiu finally raised his head from his embrace, looking at Feng Wushang's handsome cheeks, at this moment the heaviness just now disappeared, his face was still pale, with deep and dark pupils.

Like a dot of ink.

He blew out the lamp, and in the darkness, told him a few miscellaneous stories that he couldn't even remember the ending. After a while, it was dawn.

Murong Jiujiu fell asleep in the early morning, so without any suspense, she woke up late again.

But she didn't know until she got up that Feng Wushang would take her to live in a small villa in Feng's house today, the reason is that the environment there is more pleasant and more suitable for Murong Jiujiu to raise a baby.

(End of this chapter)