The baby's cry cuts through the long night, in a simple courtyard, under a storm, and on earth.

The one who delivered the child was an older mother-in-law, perhaps because of some experience. Fortunately, the woman gave birth naturally. Although the conditions were a little harder, the mother and son were safe. After cutting off the umbilical cord, the baby was wrapped in thick clothes. It was made by the child's father when his wife gave birth. Now watching the mother-in-law hand the baby in her arms, the middle-aged man pursed his lips and stretched out a finger to stroke the baby's still wrinkled face. After a while, the corners of his mouth were raised, his eyes narrowed, and tears fell.

The strange face that seemed to be crying and laughing was somewhat dreamy under the dim lights.

The mother was isolated from several bed sheets, so she didn't have to worry about being seen by the people around her. She just gave birth to a child under the noses of a group of people. At least everyone around was paying attention. Seeing that the baby was sent out, the two children ran over and called "Afu" and asked the middle-aged man to squat down and let them see the baby. Soon a group of people gathered around, and someone asked lightly: "Baby boy or baby girl?"

"Baby boy!" The mother-in-law, who was busy dealing with the women, turned around and waved her arms to drive away the group of people, "Go and go, go, it's not good to surround them like this."

"It's quite gratifying. Such a broken weather makes it worth celebrating to be born safely." He was not annoyed to be driven away by his mother-in-law. Although he didn't know each other, his identities were similar. Now he can be said to be a friend in distress. Someone said while retreating.

"This is thanks to the Fujun providing this house, otherwise... it might be possible."

"That's right, Qingshan, when the sky clears up and the hurricane passes, you have to thank the Duke." An older man said, then turned around and rubbed from his own position and took out a bag. "Qingshan is happy to have a son, it's worth celebrating. I still have some rice here, cook a pot of porridge and replenish your wife's body."

“My house has some…”

...Led by the older man, a group of people took out some of them, but there were not many things, but they gathered together. At this time, a woman came out and simply said, "If you have so many things, then make more. It's good to share the food, it's also considered a celebration."

The middle-aged man called Qingshan kept saying words of thanks. Even though there were whistling wind and rain above the roof, he felt a little warmer in his heart.

The baby in his arms was still crying, but his voice became weaker and he seemed a little tired. The green mountains were shaking gently, wanting to coax the little guy to sleep... Next to him were busy people, but as they were moving, they suddenly parted from it, and a young man in a Taoist robe walked out.

The young man in Taoist robe was very pretty. After walking out, he saw Qingshan holding the baby through the light. He smiled slightly and asked while walking, "Is this a newborn baby? I heard someone talking about it there, so I came over and take a look."

The Taoist is very high these days, and the young man is handsome and his clothes are not as embarrassed as those around him. Qingshan dares not neglect, so he nodded and said, "It's my newborn baby. I wonder if the little real person is here, but is there something wrong?"

"My name is Lin Changxiu. The farm here is provided by the Fujun. I'll come here to manage the order." Lin Changxiu said, lowering his head to look at the baby, with a smile on his delicate face, "I'm very lucky little guy, I can survive safely in this weather."

"Thank you, Mr. Fu." Qingshan replied hurriedly, his voice was indeed sincere.

Lin Changxiu nodded in response. He looked around and saw the space surrounded by several bed sheets, and there were women constantly going in and out, splashing out the water from the basin. However, it was over, he said: "I live in my room alone. It's a little bigger. Your family will live in later. After this period, I've just given birth to a child, and I'm probably weak. I have some food to nourish my body..."

Although the boy's voice was young, he spoke without hesitation and arranged quietly. Not long after, the bed sheet was removed, and the bride lay in a temporary place, looking at her child.

"Clean clean up, clean up and prepare to eat porridge." The older man shouted, "Little real person can eat some too."

“Clean.”

...

Seeing Puxiang fall slowly, Han Ziwen pulled out his long sword, lowered his head, and had a smile on his lips: "This should be Erlang's intention to let me come over. It's dangerous to let you out. If you are accidentally, you can escape with your troops, but if I kill you, everything will be explained clearly... Puxiang's true man escaped from prison and was killed, which is a good reason - the refugee general you killed with Xu Shen before was my brother. I believe that Puxiang, who is a smart man, could not guess that he had a grudge against me, right?"

The refugee army behind Puxiang was in an uproar, rushing to come, but seemed to be shocked by Han Ziwensen's cold gaze. He stopped again and just looked at the scene quietly, watching Puxiang's real person lying on the ground, his abdomen was pierced, and blood flowed out, but he was not dead for a moment. He was breathing weakly, raised his head and grinned at Han Ziwen, with blood stains in his teeth: "You are... very smart, but it's a pity that you... haven't guessed Wang Shuping's intention. He is not used to his subordinates being smart..."

"What……"

Han Ziwen opened his eyes wide, and his speech came to an abrupt end with a bloody sword that suddenly appeared on his chest. This was a fatal wound, which made him not even have time to turn around to see his enemy. He leaned forward, slowly fell off the blade and fell to the ground.

Puxiang sneered and spitted blood, glanced at the person behind Han Ziwen, and shook his head: "I just... said, I didn't see you from the beginning."

"So Ziwen is thinking too much. Wang Erlang... really only needs obedient subordinates. So, among the three, I am the stupidest. The stupid man has the way of living. At least I live longer than you, and I can... avenge my children by the way." Xu Heng glanced at Puxiang, shook his head, turned around and looked at the person behind him, "Cleaning the place, pile up the bodies and burning after the storm... Remember, don't leave your feet, you must clean it."

...

The wind is still strong and the rain is still heavy.

Kuaiji County, the county magistrate's office.

In an ordinary room in the county magistrate's mansion.

As two high moans sounded, a slightly long period of depression appeared. After a moment, the oil lamp was lit up again, the dim light illuminated the soft collapse, and the two naked and beautiful bodies were still entangled together.

The man has fallen asleep.

Yu Nanzi was blurred with her eyes, her pretty face like a pink peach blossom, and her delicate little hands played with the soft things: "The bad things have finally been squeezed out..."
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