"Master, it's not good, the young grandmother is bleeding heavily, and she is going to die soon!"

In the winter night, the cold wind blows like ice needles on people's bodies.

In the small courtyard, a somewhat obese middle-aged man, wearing a coat that looked so gorgeous that he didn't know what fur it was, a thick hat on his head, and a palm-sized teapot in his hand, sucked from time to time. At this time he was sitting with some joy in the middle of the courtyard, beside him was the brazier brought by the servant, and the fire in the pot was blazing.

"Bastard, what are you talking about!" Looking at the servant girl who had just run over beside him, he stretched out his palm and hit the handmaid hard in the face, and the handmaid fell to the ground covered in blood, looking extremely miserable.

"What's the matter?" the middle-aged man asked directly, without looking at the maidservant.

"Back... Back to the master, less... The young grandmother had a difficult birth, and the midwife said that she could only protect one, so let me ask the lord whether he was big or small. The maid didn't get up, and knelt on her knees and said tremblingly.

"Bastard, do you still need to ask, of course it's to keep the child!Tell the midwife, if the child can't be delivered smoothly, you can bury it with the child!" The middle-aged man stood up at this time and glanced in the direction of the delivery room.

"Yes, yes, slave and maid are going!" the maid hurriedly ran away.

A quarter of an hour later.

"Wow, wow, wow," a crisp baby cry broke the silence of the entire winter night.

"Born, born! Master, the young grandmother gave birth to a son!" The delivery room suddenly heard the annunciation of the midwife, and the middle-aged man heard the rush to the delivery room, and even the teapot in his hand fell to the ground and did not pick it up.

"Haha, okay! My Han family finally has a queen!" As soon as the middle-aged man rushed into the room, he took the baby from the midwife's hand, the whole person looked very excited, holding the baby in his arms and couldn't put it down, he lowered his huge head, and kissed the baby's face fiercely with his oily mouth.

"Haha, this is my Han Qingkui's son, you will be called Han Hao in the future! Come on, reward! Each person will be rewarded with one hundred taels of silver!" Han Qingkui's whole mind was on the baby, looking at the baby in his arms crying, and then looking at the guy representing the boy under the baby, the whole person was excited.

On the bed, a pale girl without a trace of blood was lying on it, looking to be sixteen or seventeen years old. At this time, her eyes were firmly fixed on the baby in Han Qingkui's arms, but the baby's whole body was wrapped in the quilt and she couldn't see anything. She struggled to reach out her left hand, but she struggled for a long time and couldn't lift it. The throat also lost its voice because of the screaming of severe pain just after giving birth, and she looked helplessly at the people in the room, but no one noticed her, only the maid who had just been beaten outside, who was leaning on the edge of her bed in a daze, and did not know what she was thinking.

"Alas!" A weak sigh sounded in the room, but it was quickly drowned out by Han Qingkui's laughter, the girl on the bed slowly closed her eyes, her breathing and heartbeat gradually stopped, only the corners of her mouth still had a hint of smile and reluctance.

"Ah, it's dead! the young grandmother is dead!" the maid suddenly came back to her senses, and saw that the young grandmother beside her did not move, and stretched out her finger tremblingly and stopped under her nose for a moment, but did not notice the wheezing.

"Shut up!" Looking at the crying maidservant, Han Qingkui's good mood was washed away a little.

"If it's dead, it's dead, what are you crying about! It is also her credit to be able to leave descendants for my Han family, come here, bury the young grandmother!" Han Senkui raised his head and glanced at the dead girl on the bed, without a trace of sadness.

At this moment, the originally silent night suddenly blew fierce winds and thunder, and the black and oppressive dark clouds gathered together, making this already cold winter night even more desolate and silent.

Suddenly, an electric lightning bolt more than ten zhang long crossed the night sky and ran straight towards the baby in Han Qingkui's arms in the small courtyard. Han Qingkui was suddenly startled, and immediately let go of his hand, and the baby in his arms fell directly to the ground.

The lightning emitted a strong light that enveloped the baby's body, and the baby's cry became louder and louder, and the crying was a little worrying. The midwife hurriedly ran to the baby to pick him up, but the moment she first touched the baby's body, her body turned to black ash!

"This, this..." Han Qingkui was so frightened when he saw this scene on the side that he panicked and retreated again and again.

After a while, the lightning slowly dissipated, as if all of it had been absorbed by the baby's body, and disappeared, and the baby's body was revealed intact, and the baby stopped crying at this time, and saw the people around him grinning.

Seeing the baby lying on the ground, the people around him did not dare to come forward.

"You go and pick up the young master!" Han Qingkui said, pointing to the maid beside the bed.

The maid slowly moved away, trembling to the baby and bent down to hug it, the baby stretched out her little hand, grabbed the maid's hair and kept playing, and kept smirking in her mouth.

Han Qingkui saw that the maid was intact and stepped forward to snatch the baby and held it in his arms, he looked at the baby with some curiosity at such a strong lightning bolt towards him, he didn't have anything at all, even the midwife turned into black ashes.

As soon as he picked up the baby, Han Qingkui found that there was a dazzling word "sin" on the baby's forehead, emitting a faint white light, as if it was engraved. Han Qingkui frowned and couldn't help but be a little worried, he had never seen such a situation, could it be that he did all his bad deeds to attract God's punishment?

"Why is there a word on the young master's forehead?"

"It seems to be a sin!"

"No wonder his mother died just after birth, he must have done something in his previous life that the gods were angry about, which caused the divine thunder to land!"

The people around them also looked at each other, and they also saw the words on the baby's forehead.

"Shut up!" Han Qingkui yelled when he heard the whispers of the subordinates around him.

He muttered in his heart: "Is it true that this child is a sin who killed his mother when he was born, and then he will not kill himself in the future?"

Thinking of this, he hurriedly threw the baby in his arms to the servant girl beside him.

"Alas, you go and bury him alive with his mother!" After thinking for a while, Han Qingkui sighed and said to the maidservant.

He is in his fifties this year, and he can be regarded as the richest man in Qingshan Town, but he has no sons to inherit the lineage, and he has married four wives alone, but all of them are daughters. Only once he had a relationship with the servant girl next to him after drinking and gave birth to a son, but this was the case, he really didn't dare to raise this child to grow up: "Is God destined to make my Han family have no queen?"

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up!" Han Qingkui looked at the maid in a daze and reprimanded.