The last rays of winter dissipated, but the howling cold wind and the flying snow never stopped, and the thick snow pressed on the muddy roads and broken leaves, paving the whole world with a layer of silver frost, and also bringing a strange light to the bleak night. 『』

A lonely Taoist temple stands in the middle of the mountainside, because of the disrepair, leaking wind and rain, dilapidated, but it is the only resting place within a radius of ten miles. The solemn Sanqing Baoxiang stood straight and straight across the center of the main hall, occupying a large area, causing a lot of inconvenience, but also blocking the cold wind that desperately drilled into the house, so that the traveler could raise a prosperous bonfire and drive away the chill in the body.

In the corner between the statue and the wall, more than a dozen men dressed in military uniforms and armed with long knives sat around two bonfires, and on one of the fires hung a copper basin that I didn't know where to find, although it was rusty, but it was wiped clean, and hot water was boiling in the basin; On the other side of the fire hung a thick clay pot, boiling some wild vegetables, chops and other food, and put some salt, and sniffed carefully to have some aroma, compared with the Hu cake that these people carried carefully in their arms, frozen harder than stones, it was really much better.

In the face of steaming dishes, these people didn't have much thought, and one or two couldn't help but look in the direction of the inner room, pricking up their ears to listen to the sound.

After a long time, a young man who looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old, with childishness still written on his face, said: "There is no voice, could it be ......?"

The word "death" was on his lips, and before he could say it, he was slapped hard by the middle-aged man with the back of a knife, and said angrily: "What are you talking about!" The water is boiling, Zhao Jiu, you quickly bring the water in, remember, don't squint, don't probe your brain. ”

This middle-aged man is obviously a figure like a chief, and he has a lot of prestige among these more than ten people, and when he said this, the young man stopped talking.

Zhao Jiu, who was named, was also quite young, at most seventeen or eighteen years old, but he was much more stable than his colleagues. Faced with the orders of his superiors, he picked up the copper basin, and just after walking a few steps, he heard a loud cry from inside.

"Born, born, born."

"I don't know if it's a man or a woman?"

Seeing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help frowning, only to see that he lowered his voice, but his attitude was very stern: "You give me a few words!" Zhao Jiu, quickly bring the water over. ”

The commotion of these people outside, the handsome man who was anxiously turning around, almost smoothing the ground by three inches, didn't know it. As soon as he heard the baby's cry, he immediately went to the old wooden doorway, and stopped his wife from letting him in, and hesitated because he really wanted to find out.

At this time, a woman with a delicate face in a hairpin cloth skirt hurriedly ran out, her anxious expression overflowing, and she kept reading: "Where's the hot water?" What about hot water? ”

Seeing her come out, the man hurriedly asked, "July, how is Manniang?" How are the kids? Is it male or female? ”

The woman named July was already anxious, and after this series of questions, she didn't know which one to answer first, but she couldn't help but answer. Fortunately, she was used to seeing big scenes, and she was quite witty, and she saw that this person had the intention of rushing in to see what was going on, and hurriedly said: "The lady is good, and the child is good." The king, the delivery room is filthy and can't enter, so the slave will hold the big lady to you. ”

When the man heard this, he was stunned, and asked, "Manniang gave birth to a daughter?" ”

The woman, fearing that he did not like his wife to be born a girl, hastily wiped the blood from the child's body, hurriedly wrapped it in clothes, and then took the child out to show him, and couldn't help but say more: "The slave has never seen a little lady who looks like this." ”

As soon as the little girl cried, she fell asleep after crying, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. The little face is pink and tender, red and fluttering, it is really cute, anyone who sees it will be happy, but Qin Ke can't help but feel sad - there are many children before him, no matter how many children he has before, which one has not yet been born and picked the maid and mother, a bunch of people hug each other, take care of it, and pick the best for everything? Only this little girl who was sleeping peacefully in his arms was born in such a snowy weather, in such a dilapidated temple that could barely shelter from the wind and rain, and she didn't even have a decent swaddling clothes.

Thinking of this, Qin Ke couldn't bear it anymore, he held the child, and regardless of the bloody filth of the delivery room, he stepped in three steps and two steps.

When facing his wife, the down-and-out eldest son of the emperor suppressed all his sadness, and there was only joy and excitement on his face: "Manniang, look, this is our daughter, how beautiful she was!" ”

Seeing him like this, the big stone in Shen Man's heart finally fell.

The relatives of the blood and bones, naturally no matter how you look at it, the couple looked at their daughter for a while, and then Shen Man said softly: "I heard from July that if you give your child a cheap name, it will be easier to support." This kid has a big life, but he is also bitter, or ...... It's called a wrap, right? ”

When Qin Ke heard this, the sourness in his heart rushed through his throat in an instant, surging to the tip of his nose, and even his voice was a little choked: "You are right, this child is not easy to come by, I only hope that she will live a long life and be safe in life." ”

Speaking of this, he paused, Fang looked at his wife with some apprehension, and asked cautiously, "Our daughter, I have already thought of the name." Those who have a good will be governed by virtue and knotted. Even if this child was born in suffering, he must not forget his blood, let alone lose his virtue, what do you think? ”

Wanzhi, beautiful jade, soft and shiny. Metaphorical identity, and there are many beautiful expectations, it must be a good name that was chosen by thousands of choices, it can be seen that Qin Ke has considered the issue of giving birth to a boy and a girl in advance, and is extremely concerned about this child.

Because of this, despite being in the harsh winter, Shen Man's heart is still warm as if it has been soaked in warm water: "The name given by Da Lang is excellent. ”

After that, she looked at her daughter very gently, and regardless of the fact that the child didn't understand at all, she said in the softest voice: "Bao'er, from now on, your name is Qin Wan!" ”

Seeing this, Qin Ke couldn't help but laugh, but in this smile, there was a little sourness and a few strands of desolation.