"It's a girl." Zhao Wuxian lifted the curtain of the car and said to the outsider.

"Is it pretty?" Zhao Bolu stepped forward curiously, he wanted to get in the car to take a look but felt that it was inappropriate, Wuxian was a child, but he would be crowned in a few years.

"Ugly." Zhao Wuxian glanced into the car and replied.

"Bring the baby to me." Shi Mo said to Zhao Wuxian.

Zhao Wuxian looked at Shi Mo and then at the red and wrinkled baby girl in the woman's arms. It's so cold outside the car, if you take her out at this time, she'll freeze. Zhao Wuxian hesitated, but Shi Mo, who was anxious, had already taken off a small bronze lamp and jumped into the carriage.

Taishi: What's going on? The two children looked at each other.

Black, the baby girl's eyes are black. What the hell is he thinking, there is no bamboo book ballad of the gods in this world at all! It was just a lie, a big lie imprinted on the green bamboo in the name of the gods. Zhisong believed, did he even believe it himself?

Shi Mo laughed to himself and bent down to put the baby back beside the woman. Where is he going to send them after tonight? Wei Guo or Zheng Guo? Or, simply send it to the Qi Kingdom in the East, as long as you don't stay in the Jin Kingdom.

"Taishi, do we still have to rush to the stargazing platform?" Zhao Bolu lifted the corner of the curtain.

The wind of the wilderness poured in through the slightly open gap, and Shi Mo couldn't help but shudder, and an incredible thought suddenly popped into his head. Once again, he took the weak, boneless little thing out of her mother's arms.

A cold moon like a hook hung in the western sky in the distance, and the merciless wind on the banks of the Hushui River swept up Shi Mo's wide witch robe, and he stood under the moon looking up at the sky, and in his hands was a child who was frozen to cry.

"The grandson of the fox family, its yang and heavy pupils rejuvenate the country, and its yin and blue eyes die and ......" This is just a lie made up for the sake of war, it is not a prophecy, it has never been a prophecy!

But how can this child, this child's eyes explain?

He was the Taishi of the Jin Kingdom, and he had looked up at the sky above him countless times, but only this time, he felt lost and confused.

"Kid? Give me back the child—" The frail woman awoke with a start, and then fell from the carriage in a hurry. She stumbled over to Smoke, who she was almost certain had recognized.

"If you still want to live, go back to the car." Since she can live alone until now, then he should probably keep his promise to let her continue to live.

"You give me back the baby!" She waited, she hoped, she deceived herself day after day, but no one would really save her from suffering, no!

"Shirtless, you go find a strong branch and put the child on it." Shi Mo said to Zhao Wuxian.

"Put it in a tree? No, she's going to freeze to death. Zhao Wuxian had already ripped open the collar of his furry brown jacket before he took the baby, and he lowered his head and stuffed the cold soft flesh into his arms, not realizing that he had disobeyed the high-ranking Shi Mo.

"Taishi, it's not easy for this woman to give birth, even if this baby pollutes the car that Zhi's sent you, you don't need to freeze her to death! If you don't let me take them back, let them go to Jinyang with tomorrow morning's convoy! Zhao Bolu said as he took off the deer fur that was put on the deep coat and covered the woman.

Shi Mo didn't seem to hear the words of the two children, he leaned over the collapsed woman and whispered, "I promise you, I will not give your children to anyone." But tonight, I'm going to leave her here. If she is still alive when the sun rises tomorrow, I will let that legend disappear in the Jin Kingdom. And you, tonight I can send someone to send you to the Qi country, where you can wait for the person you are waiting for. ”

"I don't need you to save me! I just want you to give the baby back to me! The woman bit her blue-gray lip and glared straight at Shi Mo, her resentful eyes looking like they were about to cut two holes in him. He had been a close friend of her father, and he had been such a kind person, but now he was going to freeze her child to death.

She was indeed the daughter of that man, and she was too much like her father......

Shi Mo stood up stiffly: "Wuxi, give the child to her." Beru, let's go back to the city. ”

"Taishi?!"

"Go, take your coat with you."

"Taishi-" Zhao Bolu looked at the old man in front of him in disbelief, maybe in the eyes of others, he was an untouchable god and witch, and a wise man who penetrated the heavens and the earth, but in his heart, he had always been the elder who did not smile, but was loving. But today, why did he exterminate an ordinary baby?

"This deer fur of yours was given to you when the monarch was hunting in the garden this autumn, and your father would not want this robe to have anything to do with this woman and this child." Shi Mo took one last look at the woman and turned to leave.

Buru froze in place.

Wuxian stuffed the deer fur into his hand and whispered, "Brother, you go quickly, you can't let your father know about tonight." ”

"Even you ......"

"Shhh Even if they are discovered later, whether they are dead or alive, others will not suspect the Zhao family. Now that the situation is delicate, Father Qing can't have a bad relationship with the Zhi family. ”

Zhao Bolu looked at his cousin and didn't say anything, only nodded slightly. He finally knew why his father didn't like him, he Zhao Bolu was not even as good as a child.

Zhao Wuxian didn't notice anything unusual about his brother, he wrapped the baby girl who was blue from the cold and her eyes were closed into the mouse skin with his body temperature left, and then leaned down and whispered in the woman's ear: "Find a place to block the wind, grab some dead grass and stuff it into your clothes, these are two flints, if you know how to make a fire, you should be able to use it." ”

Zhao's ...... This boy and this boy are actually the sons of Zhao Ying.

The woman smiled bitterly and turned her head, when will this night's endless nightmare end......

Zhao Wuxian touched the sleeping face of the baby girl, turned around and took the young man's hand.

On the yellow mud road, a seven-spice car with swaying lights slowly drove away with the sound of broken ice all the way. Behind them, the night swallowed the endless wilderness.

Old trees, dead vines, withered grass, everything has become a thick or faint shadow in the darkness.

In the center of those shadows, a woman huddles up on withered and rotting grass with her newborn child in her arms. In the distance, on the cold sky, a few crystal snowflakes swirled down. The woman was asleep, or she was dead, and the ice crystals were dyeing her messy hair white.

The baby in ratskin swaddling was clinging to its mother's robe, and a snowflake fluttered in the wind and landed on her warm cheek. She twisted her body and slowly opened her eyes. The moonlight that was about to dissipate fell on those bewildered eyes, where there was a faint blue, a faint gray, and perhaps a faint purple, and in those eyes there was the color of the dawn sky after the stars receded.

This night, God finally couldn't hold it back.

Heavy snow fell in Xinjiang.