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"Mother, look what I've brought you back!" A child of about three years old, bare-farted, with two smooth legs, as white as mutton fat jade, and a delicate face, like a porcelain doll, holding his sweatshirt in his hand, which was wrapped in more than a dozen red fruits.

"Why did you go? There are a lot of wild beasts on the mountain, how can you run around? Do you know how worried you are about your mother?" At the door of the thatched house, a beautiful woman in the prime of life saw the child running towards her happily, her face was full of anger, her apricot eyes were wide, and she shouted softly.

When the child heard his mother's scolding, the tears in his big bright eyes did not contradict him, and he looked up at his mother aggrievedly, with ruddy lips and small corners of his mouth, looking like he was about to cry.

"Are you still wronged, don't you know what to worry about your mother?" The beautiful woman saw the child like this, and her heart inexplicably ignited with a burst of anger, and she grabbed the child's arm, and the more than ten red wild fruits in the child's arms with a sweatshirt were scattered on the ground.

The beautiful woman squatted down, picked up the child, put it on her knees, raised her slender jade hand and slapped the child's ass twice, and there were two more scarlet handprints on the child's white skin like mutton fat jade.

The child was slapped twice by his mother, and he didn't cry, but the tears in his eyes were like pearls like broken threads at the moment, and "let's da~bada~" dripped.

When the beautiful woman saw the child's silent tears, she felt a burst of regret in her heart, regret that she shouldn't have beaten her own child, regret that she was too heavy, and regret that she didn't reason with the child.

"Son, does it hurt?" The beautiful woman looked at her child's farts and almost stained handprints, and felt distressed! No matter how slender the woman's fingers were, they were also adult palms, and one hand could definitely cover the child's farts and thighs.

"It doesn't hurt, mother. The child shook his head strongly, wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hand, and shook his head in reply.

“......！”

When the beautiful woman heard her child's strong words, she burst into tears and hid her face and sobbed.

When the child saw his mother crying, he was at a loss for a while, and in the child's impression, when his mother had not cried, the child bent down and picked up the sweatshirt, and the red wild fruits scattered on the ground were also picked up one by one, and he covered it with the sweatshirt again.

The child wiped the red wild fruit on his sweatshirt several times, carefully walked to his mother's side, and handed the wild fruit to his mother.

"Mother, it's very sweet, you taste it. The child blinked at his big eyes, his face full of anticipation, and his eyes full of distress.

"......" The beautiful woman reached out and took the wild fruit handed over by the child, her red lips opened slightly, and her teeth bit lightly, and the juice in the red wild fruit instantly flowed into her mouth, and then the beautiful woman nodded heavily and replied: "Sweet!

"Hehe......" The child's heart was full of joy when he heard his mother's reply, and his big eyes laughed with his smile, and handed the red wild fruit in his arms to his mother, tilted his head and said, "Mother, there is still here!"

The beautiful woman took the wild fruit handed by the child and sat the child on her lap. When the child's fart touched his mother's thigh, he unconsciously shivered.

This small movement was noticed by the beautiful woman, who changed her position and sat the child again, and asked softly, "Does it still hurt to sit like this?"

"It doesn't hurt, mother, you said that a man can't be afraid of pain!" the child stretched out his fleshy little hand and clenched his fist, looking like a big man.

"Mother asked you, why did you run to the mountains by yourself, aren't you afraid that your mother will worry?" The beautiful woman looked at her child, and she was still a little afraid of this matter, after all, a three-year-old child, in case of danger, how could she, the mother, face it.

"I don't know, I just feel that there is delicious food there, and then I went, I didn't forget my mother's teachings, the child knows that it's wrong, mother. The child lowered his head and quietly glanced at his mother from time to time, for fear that his mother would be angry, after all, the two slaps still hurt him.

"Then forgive you for your mother's time, if there is a next time, your mother won't want you, you can go wherever you want, I will treat you as if I have never given birth to your child, and you will treat me as a mother. The beautiful woman was gracious and powerful, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her tone became more and more harsh.

"Mother, the child knows that he is wrong, there will definitely be no next time!" The child heard that his mother did not want him, and he hurriedly waved his lotus root-like arm to ensure that he would not do it again next time.

"Okay, I believe you for my mother, let's eat. When the beautiful woman saw that her child should come down, her heart was very happy.

"Mother, I'm not hungry. The child reached out and touched his smooth belly, and replied.

"How can you not be hungry after walking such a long mountain road?" the beautiful woman looked at the child with some confusion, trying to see if the child was lying.

"Mother, I didn't lie to you, it's true. The child also saw his mother's doubts in his mother's eyes, and hurriedly opened his mouth, trying to prove that he was not lying.

"It's strange to say, I'm not very hungry for my mother. The beautiful woman held her chin with her right hand, and she was still hungry at that moment, but at this moment she did not have the slightest desire to wrap her stomach.

This child is Chenze, who was born three years ago, and the beautiful woman is his mother.

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At the foot of the mountain, the mother and son have been isolated from the world, living their own ordinary lives, but the outside world is not so peaceful.

Inside the Imperial City.

The Emperor sat on the gold-carved dragon chair, and the military minister knelt on the ground at the bottom of the steps, shouting, "Long live the Five Emperors, long live, long live." ”

The human emperor of this life, surnamed Xuanyuan, is named Yan.

"How's the matter going?" Xuanyuan Yan looked serious, his eyes were intimidating, and his voice was loud.

"Emperor Qi, there is still no clue about the matter. When the ministers of civil and military affairs below heard Xuanyuan Yan's question, they were all on pins and needles, and only the Venerable Protector got up to answer.

"Continue to investigate!" Xuanyuan Yan waved his hand and ordered the ministers of civil and military affairs below to continue to investigate the matter.

After retreating, Xuanyuan Yan returned to the imperial study.

The bamboo slips were spread out on the table, but he had no intention of reviewing the report, and the pimple between the thick eyebrows showed that there was something in his heart, and there were words in his mouth: "It's been three years, and I was born with a vision, but I can't find any clues, eh!"

The other end ......

The three major sects are also worried about this matter, and have sent countless disciples in the past three years, but they can't find out why the vision of the summer afternoon three years ago was born.