Falsehood? Prophecy? The moment the baby girl opened her eyes, everything began to get confusing.

"The grandson of the fox family, his yang heavy pupils rejuvenate the country, and his yin and blue eyes are dead. Both are different, and the eternal life of a thousand days of eclipse. ”

She couldn't trust the thief after all, she couldn't trust anyone who knew her child's secret. Before the thief returned, she left the hollow in the tree where she was hiding and climbed into the heavily curtained carriage. In the Jin Kingdom, only women would ride in a carriage with a drapery, thinking that she could take a noble girl or a favorite concubine hostage with a dagger and let them take her out of Xinjiang. Unexpectedly, the person who lifted the heavy curtain and climbed into the car was actually a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, and standing outside the curtain was actually the Taishi of the Jin Kingdom and the devilish boy in red.

"Grandpa, why wait for her to give birth to the child before eating? If we cut open her belly with a sword, can't we also take the baby out and eat it? ”

"Grandpa, if you cook the soup, you can share a bowl with me!"

"What should I do, my grandfather hasn't woken up for two days, where is the meat on your body that works best, your chest or your thighs? Forget it, your legs are not clean, you still dig your chest! ”

……

The thin lips of the red-clothed boy were as red as if they had drunk blood, and the words he spat out one by one were like a thin-bladed dagger piercing her heart inch by inch. That night, instead of cutting open her belly, he scooped up a piece of flesh from Quinoa's chest. Her quinoa rolled on the floor in pain, but she could only be tied to the corner and listen to his desperate screams. Now the boy in red stood outside the carriage, he seemed to be talking to someone, but she could not hear it, all she could hear was the buzzing noise in her head and the distant and mournful cry of the baby. She sneered at releasing the dagger that was pressing on the boy's neck, and instead aimed the tip of the dagger at her own increasingly aching stomach. She couldn't wait for him, maybe this child shouldn't have come to this world in the first place. She had struggled with her fate for too long, and it was time to give up......

Zhao Bolu didn't understand why the expression on this woman's face changed so much for a moment, he didn't understand why she killed her child with tears, and before he could figure it out, he had already pounced and grabbed her hand holding the dagger. And at this moment, the high-crowned Shi Mo lifted the curtain and walked in. Outside of the heavy curtain, Zhi Yao used his horsewhip to push against the tip of Zhao Wuxian's nose.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and there was no sound inside or outside the car.

Shi Mo knew this embarrassed woman.

That year, she was fifteen years old. He was the sorcerer of her wedding, and he promised her father that he would keep her safe for the rest of her life.

The oath had been broken by his own hands, and he didn't know why she was here, he thought she had died in the heavy snow last year.

"Taishi, is this carriage still suitable?" Zhi Yao lit up the four small bronze lamps with strange shapes outside the car. His voice sounded behind the woman through a curtain, and the woman trembled like a dead leaf in the wind.

The dim light shines into the car through the texture of silk and linen, and the Hoshino diagram embroidered with gold thread on the curtain shimmers strangely in the light of the firelight. Shi Mo looked at the beating sea of stars and said, "Ah Yao, come here!" ”

Zhiyao immediately rushed to the car when she heard the sound.

The woman was terrified.

Zhao Bolu reached out and grabbed the slit of the mantle tightly.

Shi Mo closed his eyes and said softly: "A-Yao, you go back and tell your grandfather now, just say that he is a gift, I like it very much." Another day, Cai Mo came to the door again to thank him. Shirtless, let's go! ”

"No!" Outside the car, the two spoke in unison.

I know you don't have the life to ride in my car! Zhi Yao glared at Zhao Wuxian and walked away. Zhao Wuxian smiled, picked up the whip on the ground, and jumped into the carriage lightly. In the cold wind, the horses spread their hooves and ran into the darkness.

"Hey, you're a fugitive slave from Zhifu, right? If he was discovered by Zhi Yao just now, he wouldn't have really skinned you, would he? Zhao Bolu felt a little disgusted when he thought of those rumors about the Zhi family, this frightened woman looked really frightened, and she was sweating profusely on such a cold day.

"Thank you for your rescue!" The woman absentmindedly thanked Berlu. Her eyes were fixed on Shi Mo, and she wondered if Shi Mo had recognized her? If he recognized her, then, who would he give her to, Zhao Ying or Marquis Jin? If he didn't recognize her, could she ......

"Shirtless, we're out of town." Shi Mo, who had a calm face, seemed to hear the words in the woman's heart.

"Taishi, what are we doing when we go out of the city so late?" Zhao Bolu said curiously.

"Tonight the sky is different, I want to rush to the star tower outside the city. Later, I'll have you and shirtless go home. ”

"I don't want to. Father has always paid little attention to me, and tonight, even if I stay in Taishi Mansion, he may not know. It's just this fugitive slave, or I'll take her home tomorrow? ”

"No way!" Shi Mo's face turned cold, and his voice suddenly rose.

Why not? Zhao Bolu was a little dumbfounded by Shi Mo's yelling, but he soon realized that something was not quite right in the atmosphere in the carriage. A fugitive slave got into Jin Taishi's car and didn't confess or salute? Although Taishi didn't pay attention to her, he was also rude to her. This woman may have forgotten about it, but what about Taishi? People can't take them back to Zhao Mansion, can they still stay in Taishi Mansion? In this Taishi Mansion, except for the witch who is a witch, what does he want a pregnant woman to do? Zhao Bolu's heart was full of questions, but in front of Shi Mo, he didn't dare to ask. So, he had to close his eyes and learn to sleep in Shimo.

The night was heavily frosted, and a thin layer of frost formed on the yellow mud path leading to the stargazing platform. To prevent the horse's hooves from slipping, Zhao Wuxian tightened the reins and slowed down. The vast fields on the banks of the Hushui River were silent, except for the crunch of the low-lying thin ice crushing the wheels. In the vast world, it seemed that there were only four of them, staggering towards their unknown fate in a carriage.

"Ahh Her lower lip had been bitten by herself with a deep row of tooth marks, and her short jagged hair was already wet with sweat and sticking to her face in large patches.

Although the fourteen-year-old Boru already had two concubines, he had never encountered such a situation. He grabbed the woman's waist and tried to let her lean on him, but he couldn't put his shoulders in a simple position. Unlike Boru's panic, Shi Mo didn't seem to hear anything, and still closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

The woman collapsed on the carriage with her stomach aching more and more, her head against the wall, her slender neck arching upwards with a roar, blood flowing between her two separate legs.

"Parking! Stop—" Zhao Bolu shouted.

"Uh-" The woman's cry of pain drowned out the boy's frightened voice.

Zhao Wuxian stopped the carriage and lifted the curtain, and the situation inside the car made his face have a rare look that a child should have, "She wants to have a baby here?!" He opened his mouth and looked at everything in front of him in amazement.

"All of you go down with me!" Shi Mo opened his eyes, he didn't look at the woman, only lifted the hem of the witch robe and bent over.

"Taishi?" Zhao Bolu looked at the woman on the ground, then at Shi Mo who was leaving, and chased him out screaming.

The young Zhao Wuxian did not leave, he silently took off his muddy and ice shoes, and carefully climbed into the car. At the age of seven, he had seen a mare give birth, but he had never seen a woman give birth. But he knew that many women would die when they gave birth, just like the woman who stole rice for him to cook and eat. What could he do, he was only seven years old, he couldn't do anything, but he still wanted to stay.

There was no brazier, no hot water, no shrine maiden, no midwife, no him.

The woman stared at a jade ring hanging from the roof of the car, panting desperately, hard, and again.

Her children tumbled in her womb, and the pain made her organs seem to be torn apart one by one. The unbearable pain burned her like the flames of the earth to ashes, which cooled and froze in the long agony. It was so cold, she sighed and slowly closed her eyes. She has no strength, she is so tired, she needs to take a break, just ......

"Hey, wake up." In the darkness, a pair of warm little hands held her face.

The woman struggled to open her eyes, she couldn't see clearly, and through the light of the water, she could faintly see Quinoa's face.

"I'm sorry......" she dreamed, tears mixed with sweat sliding down her ears.

"Auntie, is my sister coming out? Let me see if she looks like me? Her nose will be like mine? Will her eyes be the same as mine? …… No, A-Niang left me behind, they came to arrest me again, I can't see my sister anymore, I can't see it......"

"Quinoa—" The woman's crooked fingers grabbed the small hands that covered her face in despair, and she craned her neck, a terrible scream rushing out of her throat.

Outside the car, the wind blew the dead grass and whimpered.

Wow –

A shuddering cry suddenly pierced the silence of the wilderness.

It's time to come, but it's still coming after all.