The imperial capital of the Fengxi Empire, Taikoo City. Five miles southeast of the city, outside an elegant ink courtyard, there is a carriage loaded with luggage, and the same plump maid is carrying suitcases of luggage back and forth. On the side of the carriage, there was a slightly thin beauty embryo, but she was already with a big belly, looking at the plaque hanging on the courtyard gate stupidly, the plum garden.

"Miss, it's time for us to hit the road!" called the plump maid who had finished loading her luggage, closing the door of the plum garden.

The beauty embryo still looked at the plaque indifferently, as if she had seen through the cracks that had been accumulated over the years. Before I knew it, two lines of tears rolled down my cheeks, melting the snow that covered my face.

For you to leave your homeland,

Ten years and nine faces are lovesick.

Dead branches coincide with frost on the snow,

Only the bitter cold will be fragrant in the future.

The beauty embryo got into the carriage headlong, and there was no sound!

The plump maid was a good worker, sitting cross-legged, with a large food box on her arm, picking up the whip rope in one hand, and driving the horse to gallop on the road.

"Wow, wow, wow......"

Walking to the vicinity of the Liwei Gorge of the Manjiang River, the cry of a baby came from the carriage, and the plump maid remembered the young lady who had not moved for a long time. I stopped the carriage and lifted the curtain, and saw a sweaty young lady holding a pair of scissors.

"Miss, no, the official is a negative man, but the doll didn't recruit anyone to provoke anyone!"

"Cut, umbilical cord!" the beauty embryo squeezed out three words, and fainted.

The plump maid pulled out the swaddling clothes and wrapped the doll. Holding the swaddling clothes in one hand, shaking the beautiful embryo with the other, crying nonstop.

"Miss, Miss, Miss, the doll can not be an official father, and it can't be a mother without milk!"

"It's not dead, don't shake it!"

The plump maid wiped away her tears, lifted her swaddling clothes and looked at it, and said proudly: "Miss, it's a guy with a handle, and she looks like you!"

"After all these years, why do you still look like a ruffian in the mountains!"

"What's wrong with the ruffian in the mountains, he is honest, willing to work, and loves his wife, which is much better than those officials who are full of flowers. ”

"Barbarian, that's right!" the tears of the beautiful embryo flowed uncontrollably to both sides of her cheeks.

Man'er knew that he had picked the wrong word, so he changed his mind and said, "Miss, let's give the young master a name!"

"Cough, cough, cough, two female dolls, the old man is bothering, inquire about something!" A deep sick voice came from outside the carriage, interrupting everything.

The brute got out of the carriage with the swaddling clothes in his arms, looked around, and saw no one. Just as he was turning back to the carriage, a white shadow swept from the top of the mountain on the other side of the river, and the frightened man covered his eyes and squatted on the ground, screaming in horror.

There was no movement for a long time, and the barbarian peeked through his fingers, and a thin old man in white clothes, white hair and white skin stood in front of the carriage with a black iron cane, with a kind face.

"Wow, Miss, Miss, we've met the gods!" the ecstatic brute lifted the curtain.

The thin old man stacked his hands on the black iron staff, bent down to salute, and said extremely kindly: "Two female dolls, can you recognize the green slave?"

"Wow, you are really an old fairy, I know the name of my young lady!"

"Cough, cough, cough, that's right!" the thin old man said, clenching the black iron staff, and with a flick of his wrist, the tip of the black iron staff tapped twice in front of him.

"Immortals, how, kill people too!"

The brute, with a little more bright red on his forehead, fell to the side of the wheel, and his face was puzzled. The young lady, who had a little more bright red on her forehead, lay in the carriage, unwilling.

The rest is swaddling clothes that have rolled to the ground, crying and tearing their hearts.

The thin old man who has never taken over the folding business looked at the swaddling clothes on the ground and felt a little difficult, two copies of money and two lives, and then taking his life is a folding book, if this file is broken, his reputation will be ruined!

"Cough, cough, cough, that's it, just that, for the sake of that girl calling the old man and the fairy, do good deeds today!" the thin old man's iron cane was picked, and the big food box placed in front of the car fell at his feet, and with a gesture, he put the swaddling clothes into the big food box.

"Life and death are fate!"

With a wave of the thin old man's robe, the swaddling food box floated steadily down the river and down the river.

In Taikoo Shing, in the Fragrance Garden, there are two corpses on the snow. The thin old man standing on the wall was still kind and kind, and said, "Madam, it's hard to sign for it!"

A woman's cold voice came from the main room, "Zhengde!"

After a while, a silk-stained sissy appeared outside the door of the main house, arched her hand at the wall, and said modestly: "Yama in white clothes, strong wind and snow, polite!"

The thin old man nodded, counting it as a return gift. This sissy who greeted him modestly gave him a long-lost fear, his back was a little cold, and the iron cane in his hand couldn't help but clench a little.

The sissy seemed to see through the thin old man's thoughts, shook her head, a trace of disdain crossed the corners of her mouth, and walked straight to the two corpses.

"Madame, the two corpses are correct, but they are just ......"

"Just what!" said the thin old man and the woman in the main room.

"It's just that the doll in the belly of the young slave is gone!"

"What!" said the woman in the main room.

The crisp sound of a tea bowl breaking sounded in the main room, and after a while, the woman asked calmly as usual, "Yama in white clothes, where is the doll?"

The woman's voice stopped, and the sissy eyes were fixed on the thin old man. The palm of the thin old man holding the iron cane was already a little slippery, so he pretended to be calm, coughed a few times, and said, "Throw down the river!"

"When I threw down the river, the doll was still alive, right?"

The thin old man was a little panicked, nodded subconsciously, and hurriedly shook his head, a little embarrassed.

"The white-clothed Yama never does loss-making business, my wife only gave you the price of two lives, you won't do more!"

The sissy frowned, thought for a moment, looked at the thin old man with a smile, and said, "The white-clothed Yama is really interested today, I think I must have thrown that doll down the river, and I deliberately found a floating piece!"

The thin old man's face was red, and he didn't know if he was ashamed or frozen.

"Ma'am!" the sissy bowed and called to the main room.

"Keep your mouth alive!"

Where does the thin old man have other thoughts, but there is only one word left, escape. The emaciated old man who turned around and tried to flee was shocked and stood still. Somehow, the sissy had appeared in front of her, blocking her way. Then a palm print was made on the chest of the thin old man, and the thin old man smashed into the garden, and a deep pit appeared in the ground, and a mouthful of bright red overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he had no power to fight back.

"Ma'am!" the sissy who returned to the place bowed again, facing the main room.

"You have to see people in life, and you have to see corpses in death!" the voice of the main house was much colder than the weather in the early winter.

The lower reaches of Liwei Gorge on the Manjiang River, General Beach. The snow is about to stop, and it is getting more and more slanting. Hugh, a broken old man with a bag on his back, sat on a dead tree by the river, roasting a fire and nibbling on buns.

White face?

How can there be a white bun.

Smell on your face?

How can there be a fragrance of steamed buns.

Steamed buns race over that pretty face!

After chewing the cake, the broken old man hummed a little song and came to the riverside to relieve himself, his body trembled, and it was very refreshing. When he was about to leave, he saw a large food box stranded not far from the beach, carved and carved, looking exquisite. The old man lifted the big food box and returned to the fire.

"Our mother, this is a ruthless thief who is lacking in morality!" The broken old man who lifted the lid of the big food box sat paralyzed on the snow.

The old man stabilized his mind, and his hot palm covered the chest of the doll in the food box, and there was still breath. The old man hurriedly untied his cotton clothes, covered the doll close to his chest, and held it.

"Wow, wow, wow......"

"It's no big deal to cry!" the old man looked happy.

The old man sniffed his nose and swallowed his saliva, and a tempting smell spread from the bottom of the big food box.

"Good guy!" the old man who opened the bottom of the big food box looked at him in amazement, and there was a roast leg of lamb on top of the various pastries.

The doll that couldn't stop crying let the old man feed his stomach with soaked pastries and calm down. The old man looked at the doll in his arms, liked it very much, and discussed: "Doll, would you like to go back to Lianshan with us?"

The doll in her sleep didn't know if she understood the words, and a smile burst into her mouth. The old man was surprised and said with a smile: "That, that, that, this will be counted as your answer!

The old man was a little greedy, so he lit the fire and heated up the roast leg of mutton, looked at the doll in his arms, snorted, and said: "Son, those can't be called pastry dads keep for you, this roast leg of mutton, and treat it as your filial piety to your father!"

It was getting dark, and the old man was holding a large food box containing his son in one hand and a hot roast leg of lamb in the other, muttering to himself, and went on the road to find a place to sleep.

"Daddy gotta give you a name!"

"Dad is uneducated, he can't come up with a good name, don't complain!"

"Daddy's surname is Jiao, gnawing on the sheep and carrying the child!"

"Scorched sheep!"