The child is born!

Without scissors, Mrs. Murong bit off the umbilical cord with her teeth and trembled to pick up the dirty baby. Reaching out and groping under his crotch, I don't know whether to cry or laugh.

This is a baby boy, the eldest grandson of the Murong family.

Originally, this should be the heir of the next generation of the Murong clan. Now, it doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl. They won't live for a few days, and this baby boy will die as soon as he is born.

Ji Yunshu, who was extremely weak, stretched out his hand with all his strength: "Give it to me, child."

Mrs. Murong wiped the child's body with her sleeve, and then pulled a piece of her skirt and wrapped the child: "It's a son."

Ji Yunshu groped and hugged the little baby boy. The baby boy cried at the top of his throat.

The baby's cry seemed so insignificant to the cries of everyone. The long cell was filled with wailing, and no one paid attention to the birth of the baby boy.

Ji Yunshu unbuttoned his shirt and clumsily gagged the baby boy's mouth. Sucking is the instinct of all babies, and this newborn baby boy sucks greedily.

Ji Yunshu lowered his head and looked at his newborn son carefully in the dim light. The flesh is chubby, red, and the eyebrows and eyes are not distinguished, and I only see a small face that is flushed by sucking hard.

"Eat! I'm full." Unconsciously, two lines of tears slipped down again, and Ji Yunshu whispered, "I'm full and I'm on the road with my mother."

"In the next life, you must keep your eyes open and find a good father."

Two hours later, the news of Ji Yunshu's birth in prison reached Zhao Xiyan's ears.

Queen Su knelt in front of her husband's son's coffin like a wood carving, unable to hear anything, or ignoring it.

Zhao Xiyan was silent for a moment, and then commanded softly, "The Murong clan has not been disposed of for the time being. Let them send some of the food of the children and the mothers to the prison."

She and Ji Yunshu finally got acquainted. That's the limit of what she can do.

Begonia, who came to deliver the message, nodded with red eyes and quietly retreated.

It was dark again.

The corpses in the palace have not yet been disposed of. However, the outside of the Jinluan Palace was finally cleaned up. The ground that has been washed several times is still filled with blood.

Zhao Xiyan hadn't eaten for a day, smelling the pungent bloody gas, and his stomach was faintly churning and nauseating.

Not only her, but everyone in the Jinluan Hall did not eat.

There were already people who couldn't hold on, not only tired but also hungry and fainted, and were carried out.

Zhao Xiyan turned his head to take a look, sighed secretly, and then whispered to Queen Su, "Niangniang's Day mourning. The big guys didn't eat that day. Shouldn't I have the Imperial Dining Room make some food and bring it over?"

Empress Su turned her head with difficulty, her eyes blank and blank.

In just a few days, she lost her son, husband, and father. All the joys, sorrows, and sorrows in her body seemed to be locked in the coffin together.

She could hear everyone's voices, but she couldn't react emotionally.

Mourning is greater than dying, that's how it feels!

Zhao Xiyan and Empress Su looked at each other for a moment, and a strong obscurity and sourness welled up in their noses. Holding back her tears, she whispered, "Niangniang, go and rest! I'm here to watch."

Empress Su didn't nod or shake her head. Fu Zi, whose eyes were red and swollen from crying, came over with another palace person and helped Queen Su to get up and rest.

Queen Su, who has always been dignified and elegant, has a stiff waist and slowly moves her steps.

Zhao Xiyan covered her face with her sleeves and put it down after a long time.

The imperial dining room made steamed buns and sent them.

Everyone didn't know what to eat, and reluctantly ate some wraps. Some were so tired and sleepy that they curled up on the ground and fell asleep.

Zhao Xiyan silently ate half of it, and then felt that his throat was blocked by something, and it was difficult to swallow.

There is one more figure around him.

"Crescent moon," it was Xu Ying's voice, "There are so many people guarding the mourning hall, you should also go and rest."

Zhao Xiyan turned his head, and Xu Ying's emaciated and haggard face came into view. These days, everyone is like a fire and frying. Xu Ying's appearance is nothing.

It is Zhao Xiyan himself, who is also holding on with perseverance.

"I have to stay here." Zhao Xiyan lowered his voice: "Brother Chunsheng hasn't come back yet, I'll stay here for him."

Xu Ying's eyes were hot, and tears welled up.

In this world, there is such affection!

Chunsheng was able to marry a crescent moon child, which is really a blessing for three lives.

Tap Tap!

More than 200 horses galloped under the moon.

The first steed, tall and complete. The young man on the horse was already full of sweat. Before the beads of sweat could drip down, they were dried by the oncoming wind.

Followed by the young man galloping on his horse was a group of young soldiers ranging from their teens to their twenties.

The horse neighed at the crotch, and the speed was much slower.

Xu Jing blew a whistle, and all the soldiers stopped with him. As soon as the galloping horses stopped, they fell one after another.

Xu Jing did not hesitate and got on another horse.

Xu Shiyi was anxious, and rushed over to grab the reins of his master: "The prince has been rushing sleeplessly, and the horses have already run and died. Now it is only 400 miles away from the capital. One more day and night will be there. Take a break!". net

Xu San also came over and said in a low voice, "The little one knows that the prince is in a hurry, but it is really dangerous to rush like this. Please rest for two hours before leaving."

Xu Jing hadn't slept for three days and three nights.

In order to rush back to the capital as quickly as possible, he led a hundred personal soldiers first. The army of more than 20,000 was led by Gao Wang and Shen Sheren.

Xu Jing's eyes were red, staring at Xu San and Xu Shiyi: "Let go!"

Xu San and Xu Eleven had no choice but to let go, each got on his horse, and continued to hurry with his own son.

Xu Jing had no distracting thoughts in his mind, only one thought, to rush back to the capital as quickly as possible. Two hours before the next horse. If it weren't for feeding the horses and drinking water, he would not even be able to stop this incense stick.

It was dawn, and the dew wet the brow.

The sun rises and scorches the official road.

The sun was setting little by little, and it was evening again.

At some point, the clouds gathered, the wind blew fiercely, and it began to rain heavily. The official road was slippery and had to stop at the post station.

Xu Jing didn't mean to sleep at all, so he just opened a pair of red eyes and stood upright.

Xu Shiyi tried all his methods, but he couldn't persuade his master.

Xu San stepped forward without saying a word, slammed his hand, and hit Xu Jing's neck with his palm.

Xu Jing's neck hurt, his eyes went dark, and he fainted.

Xu Shiyi was so shocked that his eyes were about to pop out, and he quickly supported Xu Jing: "Xu San! You've eaten the bear's heart and leopard's gall!"

"Let the prince sleep for a few hours." Xu Sanmian did not change: "When the son of the world wakes up, any anger will come at me."

This Xu San has changed his name to be the uncle of the Zhongyong Marquis Mansion, and he is still firmly pressed against him.

Xu Shiyi was depressed, and carried the prince to the bed with Xu San.