The Grave Beast was watching him.

Qin Customs recognized the beast, the antlers on its head, and its glass-colored eyeballs.

Gengzi year, light snow solar term, autumn wind white deer plain.

In the Tang Dynasty cemetery, on the coffin of the little prince, the daughter-in-law screamed hoarsely. Qin Customs can't care about any fireballs or beast faces, even if he is burned alive in the next second, he still has to see the birth of the child.

Don't know if it's a boy or a girl? He silently prayed to Maitreya Buddha, Guan Sheng Emperor, Tianhou Niangniang and the royal nobles in the tomb of the Tang Dynasty for the safety of mother and child.

The beast spit out a fireball again, but it didn't come to kill, but to help Lao Qin illuminate and observe the whole process of the woman's childbirth......

It gurgled and heated, as if to cheer on the birth of the child. But the pain of a woman giving birth to a child is the highest value of human suffering. The daughter-in-law doesn't care about being in the underground palace, and she doesn't care about lying on the coffin board of the Tang Dynasty. She cried and said in Shandong dialect: "I'm in charge, I'm sorry, I can't get over this time." We are husband and wife, and it is my sin not to leave incense for the Qin family! ”

"What do you say? Daughter-in-law, with me, you can be safe! ”

Qin Customs grabbed her hand, but she regretted it in her heart, why did she have to climb this White Deer Plain? If you stay in the city of Xi'an, even if you eat and sleep in the open air, someone will take care of you when you give birth to a child, what should you do now in the grave in this wilderness?

Under the flickering glass fireball, the daughter-in-law spread her legs, and the birth canal expanded to the limit. Lao Qin saw the baby's head, his wrinkled scalp, like a little pink mouse, at first glance, it was a premature baby, and it was more than lucky.

It seems that the prayer just now has come true, and the child's whole body has come out! Blood and amniotic fluid flowed hot on the painted coffin of 1,200 years ago.

It's a boy.

The first child born in an ancient tomb in China for thousands of years!

Qin Customs was far from having time to be happy, he bit the umbilical cord with his teeth, took off his clothes and wrapped the child, and put it in front of his dying daughter-in-law.

The baby cried, crying so miserably, as if to wake up the little prince under the coffin board.

The cry of the underworld made the beast's face slowly approach them. Lao Qin couldn't stop it at all, so he could only resign himself to fate - did it want to eat this baby?

The "bloody disaster" of a woman giving birth to a child has always been taboo in Chinese tradition, let alone being born in the coffin of the little prince of the Tang Dynasty.

However, the beast kissed the baby's face.

Qin Customs understood at dusk that this beast had forgiven the family who had broken into the underground palace.

He boldly took back the child and put it next to his daughter-in-law. She was already crying, kissed the baby's little face, smacked her lips and said, "My blood is really bloody." When the child is hungry, give him my milk. ”

Peel off the daughter-in-law's clothes, revealing a pair of bulging **, and stuff them into the baby's mouth. The baby takes its first bite of breast milk. The daughter-in-law's lower body is still bleeding, and she can't stop it no matter what. The dark red blood gradually took away her life. The premature baby had little strength and cried again after not eating a few mouthfuls of milk.

Seeing that this kid is going to die. Lao Qin was so anxious that he couldn't stay in the underground palace. He tore a few feet of cloth and tied himself to his daughter-in-law and children. Standing on the tall coffin, you can feel the caisson on the top of the underground palace, the thief hole that the whole family slid down just now. He wanted to tie up his daughter-in-law and children and climb up, but it was too difficult, and he tried several times in vain.

Suddenly, a cold current rose from the coffin, supporting him and his family to rise slowly. There was a sharp pain under his buttocks, and Qin Customs instinctively looked down, and among the glass fireballs, there was a pair of snow-white antlers against him.

This beast guarding the underground palace of the Tang Dynasty not only forgave the family for desecrating the coffin, but also saved their lives.

Lao Qin desperately grabbed the thief hole above his head, but fortunately, he was a craftsman who had worked all his life and trained a strong muscle, so he could dig out a few holes in the loess to facilitate his grasp. Finally leaving the underground palace, he tied his daughter-in-law and child and climbed into the thief hole. Luckily, the hole wasn't straight up and down, and there were a few twists and turns for him to "fight his way through".

Finally, Qin Customs' fingernails were covered with blood, and the family of three escaped. Back on the ground behind the grave, he collapsed in collapse, facing the late autumn sky again, as if he had come back from the underworld.

The daughter-in-law was dying, with the last body temperature left, and hugged the child tightly. Babies born in the wild have a chance of dying, especially in this bleak autumn weather, and they will freeze to death if they take a breath.

Qin Customs wrapped the child tightly with his clothes, but found that a small hard thing fell out - could it be brought out of the underground palace? The royal craftsman had a natural sensitivity to these objects, but it was too late to look closely, and he instinctively carried them in his pocket.

But he never let go of his daughter-in-law's hand until she listened to the child's cry getting louder and louder, looking up at a cloud in the lead-gray sky, and a hot tear in the corner of her eye.

She lost her breath.

The boy who was born in the tomb of the little prince of the Tang Dynasty lost his mother forever. Qin Customs shed tears and could no longer wake up his daughter-in-law. My heart beat and my breath were gone, and my body slowly became cold, like a dead man in this grave. The daughter-in-law still has milk in the **, and the child is stuffed to the edge of the **, and instinctively sucks two more mouthfuls of breast milk, the last time in this life.

The wicked wind stopped. The farmers on the White Deer Plain have emerged from the ground. When a village woman heard a baby crying, she noticed the family and called out to the women to come and help. They set up iron pots in the fields and drew water from wells to heat them, which was a life-saver. They have all given birth to several babies, and they skillfully wipe and wash the babies and wrap them firmly in cotton jackets.

There was no time to handle the aftermath, and Qin Customs didn't have a few copper plates on him, let alone a coffin. He borrowed farm tools and dug a deep pit, right where his daughter-in-law died. He looked up to the sky and burst into tears, buried his daughter-in-law in this robbery hole hundreds of years ago, and then covered it with loess and piled up a small grave. It's too late to erect a monument, as long as you find this Tang Dynasty tomb in the future, you will naturally find the child's mother.

Lao Qin felt a fever in his arms and took out a piece of jade stained with blood. However, it is the size of a broad bean, without any words or patterns, and is unusually polished to a bright finish, with a small perforation. He thought it was the blood stain of the newborn, and wiped it with the corner of his clothes but it was useless, it turned out that this piece of jade itself was permeated with blood, and it was a high-grade blood jade; At the same time, it exudes bursts of warmth, and it is a rare piece of warm jade. He has seen a lot of Hetian jade in the Forbidden City and the Summer Palace, but he has never had such a quality, the bottom is a crystal mutton fat white jade, but there are a few bright blood streaks floating on it, as if it was splashed on it when a person died, and it will not fade after thousands of years.

Such a Hetian warm blood jade is obviously not born in the belly of the daughter-in-law, it must be a treasure brought out of the underground palace, is it a gift from the little prince of the Tang Dynasty and the tomb beast to this hard-working child?

Qin Customs hid this piece of warm blood jade in his son's swaddling clothes, at least the warm blood jade can emit temperature and protect the child from freezing to death.

In Bailuyuan, where the people are simple, the peasant women take the unfortunate father and son back to the village, and take turns staying overnight in each house, and the lactating women come to feed the children. Although he was born prematurely, his life was harder than a stone, and he killed his mother just after birth. After surviving the most dangerous difficulties, the son was full of energy, and everyone said that they had not seen such a strong baby in years.

The old people said that this child was born in the underground palace of the Tang Dynasty tomb, and he must have been stained with the aura and immortal energy of the little prince, and was blessed by the Tang Dynasty. In the past hundreds of years, the little prince often appeared in the year of great drought and disaster to protect the people of Bailuyuan from danger to safety. Every year on the eighth day of April of the lunar calendar, the death of the little prince, the neighbors of the four towns will burn incense and worship.

It's time to name your son. The daughter-in-law's maiden home is in Weihaiwei, Shandong, and her father is a veteran of the Beiyang Naval Division. At the beginning, the couple agreed that if they gave birth to a son, they would name it "Beiyang" to commemorate the child's grandfather.

Qin Beiyang!

The father and son temporarily live in the White Deer Plain. In order to repay the kindness of the villagers, Lao Qin repaired farm tools and even windows and roofs for each family. He also selects and builds tombs for the dead elderly, and he doesn't take a penny, which is an ancestral craft.

In the winter of this year, just after the full moon of his son, Qin Customs decided to return to Beijing. When he fled in the summer, he and his daughter-in-law left in a hurry, leaving many ancestral treasures at home. Although it is not valuable, it is important to the family of generations of craftsmen, and sooner or later it must be passed on to their sons. Hearing that the war had subsided, the imperial court negotiated peace with the foreigners, killed a group of ministers who were in charge of the war, and even killed tens of thousands of Boxers.

Lao Qin said goodbye to the villagers in Bailuyuan, picked up the infant child, went to the grave of the little prince of the Tang Dynasty, burned three incense sticks to mourn his deceased wife, and thanked the beast in the underground palace. Facing the first snow, the father and son embarked on the road back to the east......

The long twentieth century is slowly unfolding in front of Qin Beiyang.