"Brother!" Wei Yang outside the door was shocked by the scene where Tangtang rushed in just now. Now he realized that the weak figure entering the bedroom was actually Wei Feng.

It is obvious that he is very weak now.

Weiyang rushed forward and held Wei Feng.

"Brother, just come back." Wei Yang had many questions, such as what happened to this scar, such as where Wei Feng went in nearly a year, and... But when he saw Wei Feng's pale face as pale as paper, he couldn't ask any questions, so he just patted Wei Feng's shoulder, and then willingly made his crutch, allowing him to support his shoulder into the [Harmony] sleeping hall.

"It's okay, just go out." Wei Feng waved his hand gently, weak. He didn't even expect that the connection between his bloodline would be so close. If he hadn't had his strong mental power and the fact that Long Kun's body had been really good, otherwise such pain might have lost hope for life long ago.

"Brother...you..." Wei Yang said hurriedly, and he saw that Wei Feng could not even walk steadily.

"Lan'er opens her eyes and will definitely not want to see you see her in a mess." Wei Feng smiled indifferently.

Weiyang had to leave the bedroom and simply set up a barrier around him to always find out the surrounding situation.

With the help of Heimu, Wei Feng slowly walked towards the side of the chang, and each step seemed so heavy. During the period when Tangtang was coming towards the imperial city, his blood suddenly flowed more, and even dyed Tangtang's back red, causing unbearable pain.

Looking at Jia Lan's appearance, he wished he could die.

If death can bring peace to her, he will understand his life without hesitation.

Her pale face, a body with no breath of life, but her hideous wounds, only a faint breath, reminds everyone that this woman and this mother are still alive, and in order to give birth to her child, she is still alive.

Wei Feng stroked Jialan's forehead with cold hands, feeling distressed as if he had been lingchi. For a moment, he even regretted why he was confused and sent to Atlantis by a god. Why did he know Jialan? If all this had not happened, she might have married Long Kun, maybe she had become the mother of a country, loved by thousands of people, and maybe she had already brought Tangtang and a few children to play with her.

And she is the source of all her sufferings.

Jia Lan's hand moved suddenly, then frowned, her eyes were not opened, but fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead again, and her lips were slightly opened.

"Uh--" A slight sound of shen【Harmony】yin.

Seeing this, Mu'er was so excited that she was about to jump up.

"Quick! Feed the owner ginseng soup!"

Manman and Su Tian quickly fed the ginseng soup to Jia Lan's mouth, but only one-tenth of them could enter the [Harmony] into her lips. That's it, the two still didn't give up. Their idea was very simple, and it was a little bit of it that could be filled.

Wei Feng grabbed the bowl and whispered: "I'll do it."

He took a big sip of the remaining ginseng soup in the bowl, put it in his mouth, and then gently stroked Jialan's lips, pried open her closed lips. The long-lost softness and sweetness once again invaded Wei Feng's heart. It has been confirmed countless times, but the heartbeat and missed it again and again.

He loves her so much.

Jia Lan was so happy that everyone breathed a sigh of relief as the sound of swallowing came from her throat.

This is the ginseng soup that Muer had prepared a few days in advance. When heating it, many precious medicinal herbs were added. Although it could not bring back the dead, it was still enough to hold your life. Now Jia Lan took a big gulp, which was enough to last for a while.

Wei Feng continued to take a few more mouthfuls and fed them again. Jia Lan was like an obedient kitten. Although she was unconscious and still fell into a dream, she was so obedient to Wei Feng.

"Little ancestor, even if your mother is fine for the time being, you should come out quickly!" Mu'er was already anxious. Ginseng soup could hold back his life, but if the blood flowed out, let alone Ginseng soup, even the dragon blood would be weak. And this little baby girl was still covered in golden blood, and her arms were not even stretched out, like a very insecure little beast, tightly clumping in Jia Lan's belly.

"What should I do?" Mu'er rolled her eyes and thumped, kneeling in front of Wei Feng, "Emperor... or His Majesty the God King, please save my master!"

"Natural," Wei Feng laughed silently, "What can I do?"

"Talk to this baby, after all, she is your child. See if she can cooperate with her own." Mu'er spread her hands, "The subordinate really has no choice. If the young master hadn't rushed in just now, he would have planned to use the Thunder Blade to kill the child and then save the master."

"You did the right thing," Wei Feng said, "If it were me, I would do this, and let me try it. If it doesn't work, I will send my child to the underworld with my own hands."

"Your Majesty..." Mu'er blamed himself deeply, but couldn't say anything.

Tangtang didn't say a word, but tears filled her eyes.

Wei Feng looked at the strange and convex belly, and the hideous wound below his belly, and his heart hurt even more. He released a little pure white magic, gently surrounding his palm like a breeze, and then slowly pressed his hand towards the baby's place.

The baby shook slowly, and then stopped moving again.

"Look, she still responded!" Mu'er was surprised, but as the little meat stopped moving, the surprise slowly disappeared.

Wei Feng slowly released the magic and leaned beside Jia Lan and whispered: "My little princess, please write it out quickly, don't let your mother suffer. Seeing your mother like this, I feel sad for your father..."

The little baby shook again, and then his body, which was originally clustered, gradually stopped curling up. It seemed as if he understood Wei Feng's words.

"She moved!" Mu'er was extremely excited, and Wei Feng also smiled, although her face was still pale.

Mu'er reached out and slowly took out the baby girl who was gradually cooperating with her, and then handed the Thunder Blade to Wei Feng's hand.

"Your Majesty, the master said inadvertently that in her hometown, if the husband could cut the umbilical cord for the baby by himself when his wife gave birth, it would be great happiness. You can try it too, I think the master would be very pleased."

Wei Feng's eyes were inseparable from the baby in Mu'er's hands every minute. Although his body was covered in golden blood, his long eyeliner and slightly curly sterling silver fluff looked so holy and shiny.

That's his daughter.

Wei Feng poured his fighting spirit into the Thunder Blade. With a light cut, the connection between the baby girl and the mother was instantly cut off. When Hei Mu took the baby girl away to clean it, Wei Feng was still in a trance.

The soft and soft little body, trying hard to open it, but never opened its eyes, and the thin silver fluff, were all imprinted in Wei Feng's mind like a brand.

At this time, accompanied by a relatively clear and beautiful baby crying, the people outside the door finally felt relieved. It was obvious that this sound was different from the loud cry that was almost howling just now, and the baby girl's voice was too obvious.

Mu'er poured magic into her hands, and then began to stitch Jialan's abdomen. Wei Feng was always by her side, and the bedroom was full of bloody smell, but it was so warm. Tangtang and Yabei were busy feeding some milk to the two children who were screaming. The two children were so healthy that their hands and feet were moving, which made Yabei and Tangtang unable to resist. So Longteng found a few senior palace maids from the palace, and gave them to Tangtang and Yabei to take care of the children.

Wei Feng stood by Jialan's side motionless, holding her cold hand, and then according to Mu'er's instructions, he "feeded" Jialan tonic on time. Then he waited here motionlessly for Mu'er to gradually heal the wound on Jialan's back.

In a flash, everyone was very happy because of the birth of a pair of princes and princesses, and was worried about the life of His Royal Highness Crazy Concubine. In just a few days, Weiyang and Longteng tried their best to maintain the stability of the government and tried their best to cover up the fact that Jia Lan gave birth. After all, those insiders were the ones who came to attend Longteng's wedding that day, so it was not difficult to find them one by one according to the concierge list. And with the charming and magic master, Hei Mutong, naturally eliminating memories and other things, it was no problem.

So the memories of the guests who came that day were restored to the same pattern: the imperial concubine did not come to the scene in person, but Prince Xiaolian was graceful and went directly to the palace to snatch the bride back, and then held a big banquet, and the guests and hosts were having fun. Prince Xiaolian also gave rewards one by one, which made these senior officials cry.

Of course, there are also unknowns. Jiang Mulan, who took the initiative to come forward to talk to Jia Lan, was indeed not the wife of the minister. Some ministers had not married at all, let alone a wife, and there was not even a concubine. But although the woman's appearance was magnificent, she was also a little ordinary. No one remembered her appearance very much. When she was tracked down, she was like a rock sinking into the sea and there was no news.

There was also that black shadow, and there was no trace. Under Jia Ning'er's fierce attack, it could actually disappear without realizing it, which reminded people of the underworld. After all, you are attacking just above the ground. How can you attack the vast world under the ground at will? It is a world of souls and corpses.

Jia Lan's body was slightly better, but it may be because she was too weak after giving birth and the physical injuries had not healed. She has not woken up until now and has been sleeping in her dreams. Wei Feng was unable to untidy and kept walking. She only relied on the ginseng soup prepared by Mu'er to barely care for her body. He knew that if he died now, no one could feed Lan'er medicine.

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Chapter completed!