The tomb-suppressing beast was watching him.

Qin Customs recognized this beast, the antlers above its head, and its glass-colored eyeballs.

In the year of Gengzi, the Little Snow Solar, the autumn wind of the White Deer Plain.

In the Tang Dynasty cemetery palace, on the coffin of the little prince, his wife screamed at the top of her lungs. Qin Customs could not care about any fireball or beastly faces. Even if he was burned to death in the next second, he would still see the birth of the child.

I wonder if it was a boy and a girl? He silently prayed to Maitreya Buddha, Guan Sheng, Empress Tian Hu and the royal nobles in the Tang Dynasty tomb.

The beast spit out a ball of fire again, but it was not to kill people, but to help Lao Qin illuminate and observe the whole process of the woman's childbirth...

It made a rumbling sound and heat, as if it was cheering for the birth of this child. But the pain of a woman giving birth is the highest value of human pain. The wife didn't care about being in the underground palace, and she didn't care about lying on the coffin board of the Tang Dynasty. She cried and said in Shandong dialect: "I'm sorry, I can't get through this time. It's my sin for us to have a couple, but we didn't leave incense for the Qin family!"

"What are you talking about? Wife, with me here, you will be fine!"

Qin Customs grabbed her hand, but he felt regretful. Why did he have to climb up the White Deer Plain? Even if he stayed in Xi'an, someone would take care of his children. What should he do if he stayed in the grave in this wilderness now?

Under the glittering fireball, the wife spread her legs and her birth canal expanded to the limit. Lao Qin saw the baby's head and wrinkled scalp, like a pink mouse, and it was obvious that she was born prematurely, and there was a lot of luck.

It seemed that the prayer just now had worked, and the child was all out! It was blood and amniotic fluid, and it was boiling heat, flowing on the coffin painting a thousand two hundred years ago.

It's a boy.

The first child born in an ancient tomb in China in thousands of years!

Qin Weiguan had no time to be happy. He bit off the umbilical cord with his teeth, took off his clothes and wrapped the child, and placed it in front of his dying wife.

The baby cried, crying so miserably, as if he was about to wake up the little prince under the coffin board.

The crying sounds of traveling through the underworld made the beast's face slowly approach them. Lao Qin could not stop him at all, he could only let him go to fate - is it going to eat this baby?

The "blood disaster" of women giving birth has always been taboos in Chinese tradition, let alone being born on the coffin of a little prince of the Tang Dynasty. It was a blasphemy. In ancient times, it would be a whole family to be killed.

However, the beast kissed the baby's face.

Qin Haiguan understood in a daze that this beast had forgiven the family who broke into the underground palace.

He boldly took back the child and put it next to his wife. She was crying so hard that she was filled with rain. She smacked her lips and said, "My blood is so bloody. The child is hungry, give him my milk."

He took off his wife's clothes, exposed a pair of bulging nipples, and stuffed them into the baby's mouth. The baby took his first bite of breast milk. Perhaps his life was about to end, but the milk came earlier than ordinary people. The wife's lower body was still bleeding and could not stop it no matter what. The dark red blood gradually took away her life. The premature baby was weak and cried after taking a few bites of milk.

Seeing that the child was about to fail, Lao Qin was anxious and could not stay in the underground palace. He tore open a few feet of cloth strips and tied himself and his wife and the child together. Standing on the tall coffin, he could touch the caisson on the top of the underground palace, the thief hole that the whole family had just slid down. He wanted to tie his wife and the child up, but this was too difficult, and he tried it a few times in vain.

Suddenly, a cold current rose from the coffin, holding him and his family up slowly. There was a sharp pain under his butt. Qin Haiguan instinctively looked down. In the glazed fireball, there was a pair of snow-white deer antlers pressing against him.

This beast guarding the Tang Dynasty's underground palace not only forgave the family's blasphemy of the coffin, but also saved their lives.

Lao Qin tried his best to grab the thief hole on his head, and worked as a craftsman for a lifetime, and developed a strong muscle. He forced a few holes from the loess to facilitate the grabbing. Finally, he left the underground palace, and he tied his wife and children into the thief hole. Fortunately, the hole was not straight up and down, and there were several winding turns for him to use "kill a bloody path".

Finally, Qin Haiguan's fingernails were covered in blood, and the family of three escaped. When he returned to the ground behind the tomb, he fell down in exhaustion and faced the late autumn sky again, as if he had been back from the underworld.

The wife is dying, and she has the last body temperature left. She hugged the child tightly and kissed her little face. The baby is born in the wild and will most likely die, especially in this bleak autumn weather, she will freeze to death if she takes a breath.

Qin Haiguan wrapped the child tightly in his clothes, but found a hard little thing falling out - was it taken out of the underground palace? The royal craftsman was naturally sensitive to these objects, but he had no time to look closely, so he instinctively put it in his pocket.

But he never let go of his wife's hand until she listened to the child's crying louder and looked up at a cloud in the lead-gray sky, and a drop of hot tears fell from the corner of her eyes.

She died.

The boy born in the tomb of the little prince of the Tang Dynasty lost his mother forever. Qin Haiguan cried and could no longer wake up his wife. His heartbeat and breathing were gone, and his body slowly became cold, just like a dead person in the tomb all over the ground. There was still milk in his wife's breasts, and the child was stuffed to his nipple and instinctively took two more mouthfuls of breast milk, which was the last time in his life.

The evil wind stopped. The farmers on the White Deer Plain all emerged from the field. A village woman heard the baby crying and found out that the family was calling for the women to come and help. They set up iron pots in the fields, fetched water from the wells, which was life-saving. They had all given birth to several babies, and they skillfully helped the baby clean and wrapped them firmly with cotton jackets.

Before he could handle the funeral, Qin Haiguan had few copper plates on his body, and he couldn't afford a coffin. He borrowed farm tools to dig a deep pit and was in the place where his wife died. He burst into tears and buried his wife in this thief hole hundreds of years ago, and then covered it with loess to build a small tomb. It was too late to erect a monument, as long as he found this tomb of the Tang Dynasty in the future, he would naturally find his child's mother.

Lao Qin felt a fever in his arms and took out a piece of jade stained with blood. However, it was as big as a broad bean, and it was not carved with any words or patterns. It was polished to be extremely bright and had a small perforation. He thought it was the blood stain of a newborn, and it was useless to wipe it with the corner of his clothes. It turned out that the jade itself was permeated with blood, which was a top-notch blood jade. At the same time, it emitted a burst of warmth, and it was also a rare piece of warm jade. He had seen a lot of Hetian jade in the Forbidden City and the Summer Palace, but he had never had such a quality. Below was the crystal white mutton fat jade, and a few bright bloodshots were floating on it, as if it had been splashed on it when a person died, and it had not faded after thousands of years.

Such Hotan's blood jade was obviously not born from his wife's belly, but must be a treasure brought from the underground palace. Could it be a gift from the little prince of the Tang Dynasty and the tomb-controlling beast to this miserable child?

Qin Customs hid this warm blood jade in his son's cradle. At least the warm blood jade can emit temperature and protect the child from being frozen to death.

Bailuyuan, the folk customs are simple, and the peasant women took the unfortunate father and son back to the village and stayed overnight in each household. The breastfeeding woman came to feed the child. Although she was a premature baby, her life was harder than a stone, and she died of her mother as soon as she was born. She survived the most dangerous difficulties and her son was full of energy. Everyone said that she had not seen such a strong baby in years.

The old people say that this child was born in the underground palace of the Tang Dynasty tomb. He must have been influenced by the little prince's spiritual energy and fairy energy, and was protected by the Tang Dynasty's qi and veins. He is definitely not an ordinary person. In the past few hundred years, the little prince often appeared in the years of severe drought and disasters, protecting the people of Bailu Plain to become safe. Every year on the 8th of the April lunar calendar, the little prince's death was the death of the little prince, and the neighbors in all villages would burn incense and worship.

It's time to name his son. His wife's family is in Weihaiwei, Shandong. Her father is a veteran of the Beiyang Navy. He died in Liugong Island in the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895 five years ago. The couple agreed that if they had a son, they would be named "Beiyang" to commemorate their children's grandfather.

Qin Beiyang!

The father and son lived on Bailu Plain temporarily. In order to repay the kindness of the villagers, Lao Qin repaired farm furniture and houses for each household and even the roof of window lattices. He also selected and built tombs for the dead old man, and did not take any money. This was a ancestral craft.

That winter, his son was just over the month before Qin Customs decided to return to Beijing. When he fled in the summer, he and his wife left in a hurry, and many treasures of his ancestors were left at home. Although they were not valuable, they were very important to the family of craftsmen for generations and had to be passed on to his son sooner or later. I heard that the war had subsided, the court negotiated peace with foreigners, killed a group of ministers who were in charge of the war, and even killed tens of thousands of Boxers.

Lao Qin bid farewell to the villagers of Bailuyuan, carried their infant children, and went to the tomb of the little prince of the Tang Dynasty to burn three incense sticks to pay tribute to his deceased wife. He also thanked the beast in the underground palace. Facing the first snow, the father and son embarked on the road to return east...
Chapter completed!