Chaotic Times and Disasters: I Hunt Down Martial Arts Masters and Become a God

After seeing Han Yue and the others off, Fu Qing closed the courtyard gate, bolted it, and pushed open the door to the main room. Song Yawei was sitting on the edge of the bed, mending his ripped outfit.

Fu Qing sat down beside her, the bed slightly sagged, and he took off the copper badge of the corps commander from his waist and placed it on the table. Song Yawei glanced at the badge and paused her needlework.

She placed the clothes on her lap, picked up the waist tag, turned it over and looked at it. On the front were the words "Crusader" and on the back was an iron eagle with outstretched wings.

"Are we going to the battlefield next?"

"There might be a mission soon."

Fu Qing leaned against the headboard, his hands behind his head. "Go to the grasslands and deal with the Di cavalry."

Song Yawei remained silent for a while, then gently placed the waist tag back on the table and picked up the clothes on her knees again to continue sewing.

After finishing the last stitch, she folded the clothes and placed them at the foot of the bed, then turned to look at Fu Qing.

"Honey, I want a child."

Fu Qing was taken aback.

Song Yawei sat on the edge of the bed, her hands folded on her knees.

We've been married for almost two years.

She placed one hand on her lower abdomen, glanced down at it, and then looked up again.

"There has been no news. Life was tough in the mountains before, and we didn't have enough to eat, so it was normal that I couldn't get pregnant. Now that life is better, I can eat my fill, and I'm stronger than before. I want to leave an heir for the Fu family."

Fu Qing reached out and pulled her over to sit on his lap, wrapping one arm around her waist. Before he could speak, Song Yawei added another sentence.

"I know I'm not very strong, and I might not be able to get pregnant on my own."

At this point, her face finally turned red—starting from her ears, "I've already talked to Nini, and if we both get together, one of us will eventually get pregnant."

Fu Qing paused for a moment, looked at her, and chuckled.

"Don't laugh."

Song Yawei put on a stern face and patted him on the chest.

"I'm serious. Your parents are gone, and you're the only son of the Fu family. Now you're a member of the border army. On the battlefield, there are no mercy from swords and spears. If anything happens to you, the Fu family line will end."

Her eyes welled up with tears when she said the last few words.

Fu Qing reached out and placed his hand on the back of her head, pressing her face against his chest.

"Okay, whatever you say."

Song Yawei rubbed her face against his chest, then stood up from his lap, straightened her wrinkled undergarment, and turned to leave.

A short while later, two light footsteps came from outside the door. The door was pushed open, and Song Yawei walked in, holding Song Nini's hand.

Song Nini was wearing that light yellow jacket, her hair loose and draped over her shoulders. She stood at the door with her head down, twisting the hem of her jacket in her hands—the hem of the jacket was already creased in several places.

The little girl's face was so red it looked like it could bleed, even the tips of her ears were red.

Song Yawei gently pushed her forward, and Song Nini took two steps forward to the bedside. She stood there helplessly, not knowing where to look, and finally could only stare at her toes.

Song Yawei reached out and pressed her younger sister down to sit on the edge of the bed, then walked to the table, bent down, and blew out the oil lamp.

The room darkened, and moonlight shone through the paper windows, casting a hazy glow on the bed.

...

The next morning, Fu Qing opened his eyes. His left arm was being used as a pillow by Song Yawei. His face was facing outwards, and his breathing was even and long.

Song Nini was holding his right arm, with both of her arms around his right arm, her legs draped over his stomach, and her little face buried in his shoulder. The two sisters each occupied one side of his arm and were fast asleep.

Fu Qing put on his clothes, pushed open the door and went into the yard. He drew a bucket of water from the well and poured it over his head, which made him much more awake.

He drew the knife that Han Tiexin had made and began practicing his swordsmanship in the courtyard, each strike powerful and heavy.

For several days in a row, Song Yawei dragged Song Nini along every night.

She somehow got hold of an old almanac, and every day she would turn a page, counting the days on her fingers, muttering things like "the first day of the month, the fifteenth day of the month."

One evening during dinner, she took the initiative to explain to Fu Qing that these few days were the most fertile days, and if they missed them, they would have to wait until next month.

She said this without batting an eye, as if she were simply reporting an account.

Song Nini buried her face in her bowl, her ears were so red they looked like they could bleed, and she couldn't pick up a single grain of rice from the bowl no matter how long she stirred it with her chopsticks.

After a few days, Song Nini gradually got used to it.

She no longer hid behind her sister in embarrassment as she had at the beginning, and would occasionally whisper to Song Yawei in bed.

One night, in the middle of the night, Fu Qing vaguely heard her two sisters whispering beside her, "Sis, who do you think will get pregnant first?"

"have no idea."

"If we both get pregnant, what will the children call each other? One will call her 'Auntie' and the other 'Second Auntie'?"

"Keep your voice down, he's asleep..."

Fu Qing closed his eyes, finding it somewhat amusing, but pretended not to hear.

During the day, Fu Qing went to the military camp for training, and when he came home for dinner, Song Yawei started to cook various nourishing soups for him.

The first day was chicken stewed with deer antler, the second day was mutton stewed with angelica, and the third day a bowl of dark stuff was served. Fu Qing picked it up with his chopsticks and pulled out a few bright red goji berries and a thinly sliced ​​pork kidney.

"What is this?"

"Just drink it."

Song Yawei pushed the bowl towards him. "This prescription was written by Mr. Shen to replenish qi and blood. The medicinal herbs were all freshly picked from the shop, and the pork kidneys were fresh goods bought from the market this morning."

Song Nini sat opposite, covering her mouth with both hands, struggling to hold back her laughter.

Fu Qing glanced at her, then reached out and pinched her nose, bringing the bowl of dark soup to her lips and forcing her to drink a mouthful.

Song Nini shuddered from the bitterness, stuck out her tongue and spat out several times, then grabbed the teacup on the table and gulped down more than half of it.

"sister!"

With a pained expression, she yelled at Song Yawei, "What is this rubbish! It's bitterer than gall!"

Song Yawei patted Fu Qing on the shoulder, snatched the soup bowl back, and placed it in front of Fu Qing.

"This soup is for men, why are you getting involved?"

Then, with a stern face, he added to Fu Qing, "Drink it while it's hot, or it won't be effective."

The three of them started making a ruckus at the dinner table.

One afternoon, Fu Qing returned from the military camp early and stopped by the market on the way.

Although Song Yawei's belly wasn't showing yet, Mr. Shen said that the first three months were the most crucial, and she needed to be more careful with her diet...

Song Nini's reaction is stronger than her older sister's; she keeps feeling nauseous. The other night, she had just picked up a piece of cured meat at dinner when she covered her mouth and ran out. I need to buy her something sour to whet her appetite.

Fu Qing paid the money and carried his bags back home. As he passed through the center of the market, he spotted a familiar figure.

Duan Peng walked out of the restaurant across the street, carrying a knife in his hand. It was the same hundred-refined steel ghost head broadsword that Fu Qing had seen in Han Tie's shop on his first day in the market.

Duan Peng changed into a dark-colored outfit today, and was still followed by the two body tempering level five guards.

The three men came out of the restaurant. Duan Peng carried the knife on his shoulder, with a blade of grass in his mouth, swaying back and forth.

The two bumped into each other in the middle of the street. Duan Peng stopped in his tracks, and the grass stalk in his mouth tilted to one side.

He saw Fu Qing carrying large and small bags of dried goods and candied fruits, and curled his lip.

"Hey, isn't this Commander Fu? I heard you did something good at Black Stone Ridge? Killed Guo Lie?"

Fu Qing didn't speak, but frowned as she looked at him.

"Don't block the way."

Duan Peng sneered, took the knife from his shoulder, twirled it in his hand, and then thrust it forward, the tip stopping less than a foot away from Fu Qing.

"You think you're so powerful now, sir? Want to take it back from me?"

Seeing this, several pedestrians on the street quickly took a detour.

The two guards took a step forward, their hands on their sword hilts, staring intently at Fu Qing's hands. After all, this was a ruthless man who had killed Guo Lie single-handedly, and if a real fight broke out, both of them would be doomed.

Fu Qing looked at Duan Peng, shook his head and chuckled, then brushed past Duan Peng's shoulder without saying a word.

Duan Peng turned around and looked at his back, his face turning pale and then red.

He opened his mouth as if to say something more, but Fu Qing had already turned the corner and disappeared from sight.