Broken Bonds

25

Chapter 25

Qiu Yeyuan and Ling Qing left after one another. In the big tent, only Beitang Ao and Yan Feili were left.

Yan Feili’s breathing was very weak, and the ups and downs of his chest could only be seen slightly by a careful observer. After practicing martial arts for many years, the person who has always been healthy was now so fragile. 

Beitang Ao stretched out his hand and gently stroked along the outline of Yan Feili’s face. For so many years, he seemed to have never looked at Yan Feili carefully. And now he found out that the two sides of the ink-like hair were mixed with silver. Even in the coma, the eyebrows were deeply locked and there were fine wrinkles. The once handsome face had abrupt cheekbones and was very thin.

He looked away from the pale face and came to the abdomen. The place where a child was conceived for him. He caressed it, thinking that another child was conceived there not long ago. A child who may be as lovely as Li’er, but unfortunately, he didn’t have a chance to come to this world.

Beitang felt sad. He didn’t want to lose a child. Since he already had a son as lovely as Li’er, it was inevitable that he wanted a second and a third… In this regard, Beitang Ao was no different from ordinary people.

You had taken the medicine to prevent conception, how can you have children? Beitang Ao sighed. Taking the pulse of Yan Feili, Beitang Ao felt that his internal breath was chaotic, weak, and floating. Frowning, he lifted the other man, his palm pressed against his back, and a soft and warm internal force flowed from one person to the next. 

Yan Feili was a late graduate from martial arts, and the foundation of his internal strength was not pure. Considering that he practiced diligently, his skills were profound.

But it couldn’t be compared with the Ming Kingdom’s Divine Arts that Beitang Ao started practicing at the age of four. In this world, only the Ming Kingdom’s Divine Arts practiced by Beitang Ao possess great healing abilities. This kind of martial arts was not something that everyone could practice.

Yan Feili’s turbulent internal breath soon returned to the source and his body became warmer. He leaned in Beitang Ao’s arms and made a sound. Beitang Ao called him twice but did not see any reaction. He bent his ears close and heard his faint muttering, “Where… Children… Children… Sect Master… Children…”

He was dumbfounded for a while, retracted the palm of his back, and helped the other man lie down.

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Qiu Yeyuan walked in, “The Sect Master of the North Gate, the general should drink some medicine.”

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Ling Qing’s martial arts took the soft path which was incompatible with Yan Feili’s. If he tried to heal the injuries, it would be useless.

“Sect Master, please help me with General Yan. ” 

Beitang Ao had already stood up. Upon hearing Qiu Yeyuan, he seated himself at the head of the bed and lifted Yan Feili a little. Qiu Yeyuan fed Yan Feili with a spoon, but the unconscious person always had an outflow whenever he was fed.

“Do you usually give him medicine like this?” Beitang Ao asked with a frown.

Qiu Yeyuan sighed, “If General Yan wakes up, although he is unconscious, he can still drink. But if General Yan doesn’t wake up, then it’s like this.”

The North Gate pinched open Yan Feili’s jaw and said to Qiu Yeyuan, “Give it to him this way!” 

“I’ve tried this method, he choked all over.”

He was silent for a moment, then he took the medicine from Qiu Yeyuan and said, “I will feed him, you go first!”

“Sect Master, this…”

“Go on! I will call you if I have anything.” 

Qiu Yeyuan had to retreat.

Beitang Ao looked at the man in his arms, took a sip of the medicine, and fed it through his lips. In the strong and bitter medicine, there was a hint of truth.

He didn’t like kissing even his wife Lin Yanyan. He only kissed her when they slept together. This was not the case as he fed the medicine to Yan Feili. He was reluctant to leave the cold and round lips of the other man, feeling a little emotional.

After Beitang Ao’s lips finally left Yan Feili’s, he restrained his lust and was shocked. He did not know that Yan Feili had such a big impact on him. Once the bowl was out of medicine, Beitang Ao placed Yan Feili back on the bed and felt himself move along. Looking down, he didn’t know when Yan Feili’s hands held the corner of his clothes. 

Yan Feili had been groggy and seemed to have fallen into a deep abyss without seeing the bottom. There were countless people in there stretching out their hands and calling for him.

The old beggar was there. The late master was there. The enemies he killed were there.

The cry of a baby kept ringing in his heart. He knew who that child was. That was the child he lost. Yan Feili wanted to find the crying baby, he wanted to hold him in his arms and wanted to take a good look at him. He didn’t know how to find him. The child was gone. He was cold, tired, and felt at a loss.

Then a warm current flowed into his body, warming his body that had been cold for many days. The faint cold fragrance surrounded him, making him inexplicably familiar and at ease. 

He fell asleep again, but after an unknown time, a pair of warm lips covered him. The bitter smell of medicine swallowed down his throat, and a smooth tongue was tumbling in his mouth, sliding across every place, and then rolling his tongue and dancing. It was familiar and warm!

Don’t leave… Yan Feili shouted in bliss until the faint cold fragrance surrounded him again.

Opening his eyes with difficulty, Yan Feili looked at the familiar tent in front of him in confusion. He had slept for a long time, and his body was weak.

“You’re awake.” A familiar voice rang in his ears, with a touch of softness in the usual indifferent tone. 

“Sect Master?” Yan Feili’s voice was weak. He stared at the man beside him, his consciousness not yet fully awake, and subconsciously grabbed the corner of Beitang Ao’s clothes.

Then what happened that night flashed through his mind like lightning. He stroked his hand on his abdomen, and asked, “Child… Sect Master, where is the child?”

“The child is gone.”

Yan Feili felt a sharp pain in his heart. Although he vaguely remembered what happened, he couldn’t accept it even when he was sober. Staring at Beitang Ao blankly for a while, his eyes suddenly became wet, and he couldn’t restrain his emotions. He closed his eyes tightly, letting tears flow out. 

Beitang Ao was also sad, after all, that was his child. Lying on Yan Feili’s side, it was rare for Beitang to hug him tenderly and let his tears flow onto his arms.

The heartache was unspeakable. Yan Feili didn’t know how long it had been when he became exhausted and passed out again. Beitang Ao took Yan Feili’s pulse and knew that it was nothing serious. Looking at the tear-stained face, he couldn’t tell what it was like in his heart.

Beitang Ao covered Yan Feili with a quilt who curled up unconsciously. His hands grip his abdomen as if the child was still there.

For some reason, seeing him like that, Beitang Ao felt a pain in his heart. He touched his chest and felt as if something was cracking. The pain was severe.