Chapter 1850

In the early morning of the second day, Chu Yunyao sent Duan Changyu away, arranged a carriage, and took Bao'er, Mo Lingwei and his party to Tian'en Temple.

At the foot of the mountain, you need to walk a long ladder.

Chu Yunyao took the jade box that Mo Lingwei had been holding in her arms, and supported her: "The steps are a bit high, do you want to rest at the foot of the mountain for one night?"

"No need." Mo Lingwei shook her head, "I have climbed these steps before, I can go up."

Chu Yunyao knew what she was thinking, and couldn't bear it, so she could only support her, walk beside her, and climb up to the top of Tian'en Temple step by step.

Xiu'er was almost five years old, and it was the first time to play in a place like a temple. She was very excited and quickly ran to the front.

Siyu was already full of energy, and she chased Xiu'er all the way, the children were relieved, Chu Yunyao asked Wuying to follow behind the two children, and she and Bao'er Mo Lingwei walked all the way to rest for a while.

It took more than an hour and finally reached the top of the mountain. Mo Lingwei was out of breath, her legs seemed to be filled with lead, and she was extremely tired.

Chu Yunyao let her rest for a while, and seeing that her expression was really bad, she asked someone to bring some vegetarian food over, trying to make her feel full and fill her stomach.

Mo Lingwei stirred the pickled vegetable porridge with a spoon, took a bite, and then put down the bowl, "Sister-in-law, I feel stuffy and feel uncomfortable, so I can't eat."

Chu Yunyao touched her forehead, "Let me feel your pulse."

Just as Chu Yunyao stretched out her hand, Mo Lingwei pushed it away.

Mo Lingwei got up quickly and ran outside the door. After a while, the sound of retching came in.

Chu Yunyao: "..."

Chu Yunyao was stunned for a moment, stood up, and hurriedly chased after her. Seeing that she wanted to vomit but couldn't, Mo Lingwei patted her on the back and asked tentatively: "Ling Wei, you...are you pregnant?"

Like a thunderbolt struck Mo Lingwei's body, her whole body froze, and she didn't react for a while.

Chu Yunyao grabbed her wrist and felt her pulse with her fingertips.

Before going back and forth, it moves fluently, alternately, like a bead's finger, it's wet like wanting to get off, it's clearly a slippery pulse.

The slippery pulse is the happy pulse.

Logically speaking, Mo Lingwei's complexion was haggard, her mental state was extremely bad, she was easily fatigued, her energy and blood seemed to be stagnant, her pulse should be weak, but it was so fluent and smooth as a rolling ball.

The pulse of fetal breath is based on blood, if the blood is strong, it is easy to conceive, and the movement of shaoyin is very strong, which is called having a child.

Mo Lingwei stared blankly at Chu Yunyao's hesitant expression, looked down at her slender wrist, and asked with a trembling voice, "Sister-in-law..."

Chu Yunyao wanted to appear happy, but felt that this was not a particularly happy thing. For a while, she didn't know what to do.

She helped Mo Lingwei into the wing room, and closed the door: "Lingwei, you and him..."

He, of course, refers to Feng Shaojin.

Chu Yunyao didn't know whether it would be better for Feng Shaojin to die at this moment, or to be alive.

This guy is dead, and it's a bit hateful to throw such a big mess to Ling Wei.

"He and I are married." Mo Lingwei lowered her head, her body seemed to be immersed in a cold pool, shivering in Chu Yunyao's arms: "The marriage in the camp, except for Jinlan, has no relatives." witness."

In other words, this marriage did not receive much blessing at all, there were no three matchmakers and six engagements, and no wedding ceremony. Except for those cronies and Mo Jinlan who followed Feng Shaojin in the camp, they were not favored by outsiders at all. admit.

The concubine ceremony in the big family is even more grand than this.