The rain outside the house was dripping, and the candles in the room were flickering a little scary, Tong Jiahuirui sat on the edge of the bed and prayed that God would bless her sister Yun'er to be safe, but her heart was still panicked, anxiously waiting for Duo'er to bring her news back.

"Miss, Miss Nalan gave birth to Xiao Xiangliao and was bleeding profusely." Duo'er came back from outside to inquire about the news, pushed open the door and told Tong Jiahuirui in a hurry, looking very lost.

"What, Sister Yun'er went?" When Tong Jiahuirui heard what Duo'er said, her heart suddenly ached, and her emotions swelled up, so she ran straight into the rain, dragging her bulky body off the bed while talking to Duo'er: "Duo'er, take me to see Sister Yun'er, my sister's fortune is impossible, it's impossible." ”

Tong Jiahuirui's emotions were very excited, and it was useless for Duo'er to persuade her, and then Duo'er realized how she was so brainless just now to tell the young lady of her family about Mrs. Fucha's situation. I saw the lightning and thunder outside, Tong Jiahuirui actually wanted to visit in the rain, in case she fell and touched it, she desperately stopped at the door, who expected that Tong Jiahuirui accidentally fell to the ground without stepping on her feet, and her lower body began to bleed.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" , Tong Jiahuirui shouted that her stomach hurt, Duo'er saw that there were more and more blood stains on the ground, and hurriedly stepped forward to help, but she couldn't help her, so she was so anxious that Duo'er cried.

"Duo'er, I'm afraid I'm going to give birth, hurry up and find Wen Po, I must keep the child in my belly." Tong Jiahuirui felt the pain in her body, and then she realized her impulse, touched a pool of blood with her hand, and hurriedly asked Duo'er to go out and call someone.

The rain outside the house was getting heavier and heavier, and Duo'er rushed into the rain and shouted loudly: "Come on, Madame is about to give birth, please come quickly; Come on, Madame is about to give birth, please come and ......" Duo'er's cry was mixed with the sound of the deadly thunderstorm, which was completely inaudible. The rain and tears were intertwined, and the clothes on her body were completely soaked, sticking to her body, and she appeared in the delivery room of Nalan Yun'er, who had just passed away, with an embarrassed look, and shouted loudly and incoherently: "Master, there is a big pool of blood on the ground...... Madame is about to give birth, please ask Mrs. Wen, the doctor will save Madame. ”

Ma Jiaguihai listened to what Duo'er said panting, and saw her embarrassed appearance, he panicked suddenly, and hurriedly asked Wenpo Zhang and Liu to go to deliver the baby for his wife, and Dr. Zhang, who had just arrived, was on standby, and everyone braved the rain to go to the wing where Tong Jiahuirui was.

Ma Jiaguihai pushed the door and entered, and found a large pool of blood on the ground, so he hurriedly carried Tong Jiahuirui to the bed. Wen Po Liu and Zhang saw that the situation was not good, and they had to give birth immediately, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. Seeing that Tong Jiahuirui was still sober, he stepped forward and said, "Madam, you must hold on and give birth to the child immediately, otherwise the lives of the mother and son will be in danger." ”

Tong Jia Huirui is still flexible, she feels that her life is short, listening to what Wen Po said, thinking in her heart that since she has to die, how can she give birth to a child who has worked hard to conceive, this child is lively, and giving birth to him is to leave a memory for the master. She used all her strength to endure the heart-wrenching drama of childbirth, and shouted one after another, "Child, come on, I must give birth to you for my mother."

After tossing for a long time, sweat and tears have blurred Tong Jiahuirui's eyes, red blood continues to flow out from her lower body, her consciousness begins to be a little weak, relying on the thoughts in her heart to support the body in the wind and rain, with the last breath of life, she struggled to give birth to the baby who was hovering on the edge of life and death.

"Madame is a boy......"

Hearing that crisp cry, Tong Jiahuirui seemed to have completed her mission, she didn't have time to look at the child, and she didn't leave any words, she closed her eyes peacefully and passed away completely.

The thunder outside the house became more and more deafening, the wind was whistling, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if they were also crying for these two children who had lost their mothers just after birth, and the sound was so harsh. Ma Jiaguihai learned that his wife had just given birth to a child and died, hugging Tong Jiahuirui's body and roaring and crying, his cry was so sad. Looking at the child held by Wen Po Liu, Ma Jiaguihai took the child, lay on Tong Jiahuirui's body and cried: "Madam, what should you do if you leave me and this young child." ”

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the people in the room gradually dispersed, perhaps because they had just been born and had not yet adapted to the thunder of the day, and the two little ones cried very hard, as if they were crying for their mothers.

"Master, you can't fall, the entire Majia Mansion still needs you to support it, Madame has already gone to give birth to a little son, you let Madame go with peace of mind." Wang Duofu looked at the despair in Ma Jiaguihai's eyes, and hurriedly stepped forward to speak.

"Yes, I can't fall, Madame left the child to me, and I have to raise him well. Duofu, you hurriedly arranged for the family to start preparing for the loss of Mrs. Madame, Mrs. liked the scenery when she was alive, and she couldn't be cold when she died, you have to worry more about these things. Ma Jiaguihai slowly eased up and spoke softly. In addition, quickly send someone to ask for a wet nurse, this child has not eaten a mouthful of milk since he was born, and he is crying so much, maybe he is hungry. ”

"Got it, sir. Duofu, let's arrange it. Wang Duofu only spoke.

Looking at the child in his arms, Ma Jiaguihai said lightly: "Child, your mother was so expectant of you when she was alive, but I didn't expect her to leave before she had time to look at you." She mentioned to me before that she wanted to name you Boyan, Ma Jia Boyan, and I was still arguing with her at that time. Hey, now that I think about it, I really miss it, and now my father will tell her in front of your mother, your name is Boyan, Ma Jia Boyan, what a good name. ”

"Duo'er, you are your wife's maid, and you are her closest person, I believe that Mrs. will rest assured if you hand over the little boy Boyan to you to take care of. Don't stay here, wipe away your tears, take the little boy down first, and take care of it. Ma Jia Guihai turned around and talked to the maid Duo'er again.

"Yes, master, Duo'er will definitely take good care of the little boy." Duo'er wiped her tears while replying to Ma Jia Guihai's instructions.

"Xiao Jiu, you accompany me to see Master Fucha and see what he is going to arrange." Ma Jia Guihai shouted Xiao Jiu to speak again. Xiao Jiu helped Ma Jia Guihai along the way, and after a while, he rushed to the room where Fucha Mingbo was.

Ma Jiaguihai saw Fucha Mingbo, the two brothers held each other's hands tightly, they were both fallen people at the end of the world, everything was silent, and they all sighed long.

"Brother Fucha, I didn't expect that today you and my brother would have a son and lose a wife, and life is really not fulfilling, it's difficult." Ma Jia Guihai's voice was very low, and he looked at Fucha Mingbo and said helplessly, "For now, we still have to let their sisters go to the ground first, so that they can also go with peace of mind." Since the relationship between the two sisters is so deep, and even the death is one after the other, thinking of burying the two sisters in one place, I don't know what Brother Fucha's opinion is? ”

"Yes, our two brothers have the same illness and sympathy, and their two sisters will go to the Yellow Spring together when they come, if they are buried together, they really have to follow their wishes, why bother to enter the cemetery of you and me. Qingliang Mountain is a treasure of feng shui, so they buried their sisters there together, and when our two brothers went, they were also buried together, which is not a good thing. Fucha Mingbo listened to Ma Jia Guihai talking.

"That's very good, since Brother Fucha has already found a place to go, he will do as you say." Ma Jiaguihai responded. When he turned around, he instructed Xiao Jiu and said, "Xiao Jiu, if you go to convey Wang Duofu, you will do what Master Fucha just said." ”

Xiao Jiu had to order him to immediately grab the door and go to do something. At this time, the rain outside gradually stopped, and the nurse who came from outside had already fed the two children to their heart's content, and they would be sleeping sweetly.

The spiritual tablets on the main hall have been erected, the two wooden coffins have been put in place, and the people who guard the spirits have begun to mourn in front of the hall, and everything has begun to operate normally. The whole Majia Mansion was lit up all night, the house was full of wreaths inside and out, plastered with couplets, and a group of people were dressed in mourning clothes from top to bottom, exuding a strong sense of grief everywhere, without the slightest joy of Tianding.

In the forty-first year of Kangxi, in 1702 AD, in the spring of the lunar calendar, the two sisters of Nalan and Tong Jia passed away one after another, leaving behind the young sons Fucha Xiangning and Ma Jia Boyan. Majia Mansion and Fuchafu ushered in the birth of two lives, and at the same time accompanied by the death of two lives, who can say anything? Whether the child is involved with his mother, or his mother is willing to sacrifice her life for the child, as if the two children have the same background as soon as they are born, and they are destined to be entangled together for the rest of their lives.