Heaven cannot stop it, otherwise Heaven will not shed tears, and people are even more vain, because this day is the twenty-fifth day of May in the first year of Emperor Nirvana, the only time of six fires in a year!

The fire girl gave birth to the fire child, and the way of heaven made it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Xianggong, I'm wet underneath me......" Zhuo Ji had already begun to wail.

Zhuo Ji's voice of pain came from inside the black temple, Wentu was also at a loss with sweat, and there was occasional thunder outside, a miserable scene!

Is it the legendary amniotic fluid?!

There are similar descriptions in the novels I have read in the past, so isn't that about to give birth? Thinking about it again, today's naked bathing in the wild hot springs is bound to attract some coolness into the body, and she is frightened by herself, and the thunder suddenly appears, which must have shaken the fetal gas and caused premature birth.

Wentu didn't care so much, anyway, he couldn't see anything in the temple, so he immediately took off Zhuo Ji's underwear, imitating the scene in the novel and shouting: "It should be born, work hard!" and almost shouted words of cheering.

"Xianggong," Wentu heard Zhuo Ji's teeth gurgle, "it hurts...... No way...... Help me ......"

Delivering to someone else's wife, Wentu never thought about it, but he didn't know it himself!

In the chaos, Zhuo Ji groped for Wentu's hand, grabbed it and pinched it fiercely, it seemed that he couldn't bear it! Wentu instantly began to despise himself, no longer hesitated, touched a piece of clothing and put it on his hand, and kept caressing Zhuo Ji's abdomen, reminding: "Hold your breath and ...... hard"

The two tossed for a full two quarters of an hour, and Wentu suddenly felt a baby's head appear in his left hand, and slowly accompanied by Zhuo Ji's crying!

The child landed safely!

There was no scissors here, so he groped to cut the umbilical cord with a knife, and he grabbed the baby's legs like a nurse, and patted them lightly a few times, "Wow", and the cry was heard in the small temple......

In the red temple on the top of the wild mountain, this immature cry came out of thin air, indicating the beginning of family life.

Zhuo Ji completely lost her strength and collapsed on the wooden couch, constantly panting rapidly!

Wentu hurriedly wrapped the baby, covered Zhuo Ji's clothes, listened to the child's constant crying, and was about to light the lamp, not wanting the dark clouds in the outer space to suddenly disperse and the sun to penetrate again!

No one cared under the confusion of the two, the sky was full of dark clouds, thunder was in the sky, just sprinkled with showers, the baby cried, and the clouds opened and the sun rose immediately, which was by no means an ordinary celestial phenomenon. It was only later that Wentu recalled the scene of that day and sighed.

"Xianggong, is it Mei'er or Bizi?" Zhuo Ji asked softly, naturally Mei'er is a woman, and Bi Zi is a man.

The flustered Wentu only then remembered to screen, took away the clothes in his hand, looked chubby, grinned and cried, and said after looking at it: "It's Bizi, Bizi!" The voice of joy was like his own child!

"Our son!" said Zhuo Ji, who endured the pain and was also excited.

When Bi Zi was born, the sky was shading, electricity was a notice, and thunder came to declare; Bi Zi landed, the dark clouds dispersed, the sun reappeared, and the temple added divine light.

Our son!

Wentu smiled dumbly, he never expected to shuttle into the Gongdan Empire, pick up his wife, and have a son!

Zhuo Ji gently took Bi Zi and glanced at Wentu with affection, this was the crystallization of the only bed life between the two, not to mention how touched she was. Suddenly, seeing Xiao'er pursing his lips, he immediately lifted his clothes and fed Bi Zi unscrupulously, ignoring Wentu's existence.

At this time, Wentu remembered Mu Feiling, a confidant in the Southern Dynasty, the two had no skin-to-skin relationship, but they always had the same heart, no intention of trespassing, and respected each other like guests......

Since they met, Zhuo Ji has repeatedly made mistakes and mistakes, but she is only for herself, Wentu is a little sorry and grateful, so she decided not to mention Zhuo Ji's deceased husband again, and only wait for the child to grow up and make final accounts.

I don't know if it's a play by heaven or fate, Wentu began to live a life of "serving the confinement child", taking care of the mother and son, but his heart is extremely unpleasant, and he misses Fu Rou more and more!

The little baby grows up day by day, adding joy to the small temple......

The elf's Bi Zi, finally made the two happy, decided not to leave the mountains for the time being, first raise the children older, and wait for the outside world to forget the crime before leaving the mountain temple, the survival of the mountain will undoubtedly be a fugitive;

Bi Zi's wisdom is unmatched, laughing in January, lying in February, standing in March, and doing it in April, half a year is talking, the body is getting stronger and stronger, the mind is becoming more and more bright, everything is easy to teach, there is a big shuttle master Wentu in, how can there be a child who is stronger than Bi Zi in the whole world?

However, Wentu found that Bi Zi's temperament is indeed extremely fiery, better than his mother, and he can't be angry or annoyed, otherwise he will not be forgiven if he is looking for death and life!

Helpless, Wentu and Zhuo Ji had no choice but to persuade and admonish while continuing to live in seclusion in the mountains, patiently grinding Xiao Bizi's temper.

A few people have been grinding their ears and temples, and they have been grinding for eight years in the blink of an eye!

..................

Eight years later, it's midsummer again.

The green mountains are still the same, the temples are still the same, the river streams have not changed, and the mountains have been in the past.

"Dad!" Xiao Bizi panted and ran into the small temple, "accompany me to catch butterflies!"

Wentu has long been accustomed to it, and after so many years, he has buried the secret in his heart, and has never said half a sentence, and he looked at the chubby boy and said: "Bi'er, this is caught, caught, and caught butterflies every day, what's the fun?"

Zhuo Ji immediately ran over and said, "You go play with Bi'er, I'll make dinner......"

"When Bi'er was not born, you were afraid of being spoiled by me, but I think it is you, who spoil this son every day!" Wentu said.

Zhuo Ji looked down and smiled, seemingly acquiescing. In the past few years, Zhuo Ji has a straightforward temperament, and there are only three people in a family on the mountain, no paper drawings or Bi Zi, that is the meat of the top of the heart, and there is no mistake in the slightest, although he often reflects, if there is no Wentu, this stubborn and fiery Bi Zi does not know what it will look like, but when he sees his chubby child, he can't help but indulge a little.

Bi Zi immediately became dissatisfied, and pouted and said: "Father said, arrested, at that time, Bi'er's ability, let go, it is Bi'er's virtue, skills cannot be lost, and benevolence must be remembered every day, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes......" Zhuo Ji praised repeatedly, some of which she didn't quite understand.

Before he finished speaking, Zhuo Ji found that Wentu hinted at him again, and quickly shut up, and was just about to help Bi Zi, who was sitting on the ground, but was stopped by Wentu again with a cold gaze.

Bi Zi suddenly found that his parents were ignoring him, his legs kept kicking on the ground, and he still didn't pay attention for a long time, so he simply lay down and made some noise, but he didn't dare to cry, because he would definitely be hit by Wentu's board.

The little guy muttered a few times, then secretly glanced at his parents, and found that his father had no intention of coming to cater to him, his eyes no longer wandered and stared directly at his mother, rolling on the ground, soft-hearted for his mother, seeing Zhuo Ji's heart itching, and finally he didn't dare to step forward, lest Wentu get angry.

After tossing for more than a moment, Bi Zi completely failed, taking advantage of the fact that his parents were not paying attention, he got up quietly, came to Wentu's side slowly, and patted his father lightly timidly, with a look of grievance.

Wentu saw that Bi Zi was honest, and he couldn't bear it, so he accompanied Bi Zi to the mountains, and he played for half a day, tired to the extreme, the two of them lay on the spot, and Bi Zi climbed onto Wentu's body, constantly pulling Wentu's beard, making him grin, followed by the echoing sound of childish laughter......

It seems that father and son are not father and son, although they are not father and son, they are better than father and son!

Although it was the most helpless eight years, it was also the most cowardly eight years of Wentu in the Gongdan Empire, although he did not marry a wife but gave birth to a child, this was also the most unforgettable time in his life.

In the ancient temple, I remembered the faint bell, which was the head of the family, Zhuo Ji, calling. Wentu has completely become a chaifu here, picking fruits in summer, chopping firewood in winter, going to and from the market to get some silver taels to maintain the family's income, tasting the bitter and sweet of Fannong, and the mountains are far away and the wood is deep, Zhuo Ji often can't find the Xianggong, Wentu bought an old small bell in the market and hung it in the temple, every time it is called, it is struck and revealed.

Although Wentu and Bi Zi were not in full interest, they still rushed back to the temple, and Zhuo Ji must have made dinner.

Stir-fried loofah, pork ears in sauce, and egg soup with green belt are the most beautiful recipes, a pot of Qingliang wine, specially prepared for Wentu, Zhuo Ji served the father and son as usual before entering the table and eating.

Wentu looked at Zhuo Ji, who was dressed simply, sitting there and tasting the dishes with great interest, but it was unbearable, and Bi Ziye had grown up and could go with him, so he said: "Zhuo Ji, I promised you to go to the imperial capital once, and this is eight years, why don't we go together in a few days?"

"Really?" Zhuo Ji immediately put down the dishes and chopsticks, almost going to put on makeup.

Wentu nodded, seeing Zhuo Ji's excited appearance, he was very ashamed, a few years ago Zhuo Ji only woke up to realize that it was his recklessness that trapped her husband in the mountains, and she paid for many days, so far she never mentioned going down the mountain, and Wentu repeatedly entered the town market, people seemed to have forgotten about the crime, and now going out of the mountain will no longer arouse suspicion. It's just that in the past few years, Zhuo Ji has gone down the mountain only a handful of times, and every time she returns, she is so excited that she can't sleep at night, telling each other outside the mountain like a few family treasures, and the yearning is beyond words.

"Dad, what is the imperial capital?" Bi Zi asked with his head up.

Wentu took Bi Zi and explained: "It is the place where the emperor lives, it is extremely prosperous and magnificent. ”

"Your Majesty?" Bi Zi frowned, "Is that the lord of the world?"

"Of course it is, the emperor is the biggest in the world," Zhuo Ji replied immediately, "if you can see each other, you will die without regrets." "I was born in Dongtu, and people have always looked forward to entering the imperial capital, and as for seeing the emperor, it is just a dream. This woman, who grew up in Xiaozhuang and lived in seclusion in Xiaomiao for eight years, doesn't know where her final destination is.

Bi Zi immediately objected: "What my mother said is not right, my father said that the people of the world are great, and Bi Er is also a people, so she is naturally bigger than the emperor!"

Wentu laughed dumbly, but of course Bi Zi couldn't understand this philosophical concept, so he had to say: "The people are the people, and Bi'er is Bi'er......"

Bi Zi was really confused, and he didn't understand the meaning of this for a while, so he shook his head, looked at his father, and turned around to play alone.

Wentu looked at Bi Zi who ran away, but he had a different feeling in his heart!