red dust robbery

Zhan Zhao's body has been put into the coffin.

He fought with the army and had nothing on his body. After changing his dharma body, he was dressed in the fourth-rank red clothes in his lifetime, covered with the army flag of the Song Dynasty, and lay in the coffin with his eyes closed.

The three dragons turned into rainbows and went away. Zhanlu is already an ordinary soldier, and now he is hiding in the coffin with him.

When the coffin was closed, the three armies wept bitterly, and nothing was left.

That night, there was snow on the northwest border, which was white and stretched for thousands of miles.

Bai Yutang knelt and knelt in silence all night before the coffin, not saying a word, neither crying nor shouting, only the tiger's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked haggard.

He had been seriously injured by the gang qi in the formation, and he stood there with one breath, but he couldn't hold on until the next morning, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he was forced to hold him down.

Ah Jiu felt desolate in his heart.

With Bai Yutang's fierceness, how could he see his best friend die in front of him without the power to recover?

Zhan Zhao's death, no one is more distressed than him.

She let out a long sigh without saying a word, but after the ceremony, she asked Mu Shuai to ask the generals to retreat and rest, and she sat alone in front of the funeral.

That night when Di Qing came in to see her, the white candle was already half-burned, and the filial woman sat cross-legged on the ground, and there was still unburned paper money in the brazier in front of her.

"Your Highness..."

There was no one around, so Di Qingbian still called her according to the usual address: "It will be a blessing if the real monarch can return to his position this time."

Ah Jiu nodded: "So I'm not very sad."

Having said that, Di Qing still felt a little sad in these words.

After a pause, she slowly said: "I remember that when he went out to fight that day, I had divination three hexagrams for him, and the three hexagrams were all auspicious. Now that I think about it... isn't it auspicious?"

It turned out that what she predicted was Yang Jian's good or bad fortune, not Zhan Zhao's. Now that he has completed his tribulation and returned to his original position, isn't it auspicious?

But why is there still such a trace of loneliness in my heart?

She remembered that when Kaifeng ushered in the first snow last year, the wedding dress was like fire, and the red candles were not exhausted.

This is in heaven, but it is only a day.

She only knew that a mortal's life is short and fleeting, but she never thought that the relationship between husband and wife in this life is so short.

She sighed, and suddenly felt her cheeks were hot and humid, and she reached out to touch them, only to be surprised that a tear rolled down at some point.

There was a bitterness in my heart, but I didn't make another sound.

He just took a deep breath calmly, stood up slowly, and planned to change his posture.

But his feet were weak, and Di Qing quickly supported him.

In an instant, I suddenly felt my body fall down, and there was a stream of heat going down my body.

She suddenly changed face.

Di Qing came to her senses and saw her subconsciously clutching her stomach: "Your Highness..."

Ah Jiu's face was already pale, and she stood with difficulty leaning against him: "Quick...quickly call someone...baby...baby..."

Ah Jiu was overwhelmed by labor pains.

She no longer knew how she was carried out of the mourning hall and placed on the bed in the tent, she could only feel the tearing pain all over her body, and she even lost the strength to shout.

The consciousness that she was struggling to maintain began to become vague and blurred, and the moment it almost dissipated, someone slapped her face hard, forcing her to open her eyes with difficulty.

"Listen, you're not going to live, you can't be discouraged first!" Mu Guiying supported her shoulders, and said word by word, "I gave birth to my son safely even on the battlefield. Come down, now you are just premature, there is nothing to make life difficult!"

Her voice was not loud, but it was very powerful, and her graceful face was still firm. Looking at her, Ah Jiu felt inexplicable warmth and nodded her head with all her strength.

In desperation, the army couldn't find a stable woman to deliver the baby, and the military doctor couldn't enter the delivery room, so Mu Guiying sent an old nanny from her natal family to take care of her—this nanny was also the female soldier she married as a dowry back then. , had experience in delivering babies a few times, and also sent her personal female soldiers to help, and there was a rush in the temporary delivery room for a while.

Ah Jiu was poured down a bowl of ginseng soup, and he simmered for a long time with his strength hanging.

Suddenly hearing commotion outside the tent, Mu Guiying frowned and shouted angrily: "What's going on?"

"Report to Mourinho, Wuxia Bai has woken up and insisted on breaking in!"

Mu Guiying was furious: "Nonsense, throw me out! It's not his woman who gave birth, so why not make trouble!"

Mu Guiying was born reckless, so it's not that she doesn't appreciate Bai Yutang's unrestrained temperament, but it's just that this place is a bit of a headache.

On the contrary, Ah Jiu had just endured a burst of pain, turned his face leisurely, and said softly and slowly: "Mu Shuai, don't blame him, Fifth Brother has treated me like a sister since I was a child, let alone this time he saw Zhan Zhao with his own eyes. Fate, I must be blaming myself very much..."

Mu Guiying saw that her face was pale and dripping with cold sweat, but she was still trying to be calm. She was silent for a while, then suddenly lowered her eyelids to hide the traces of pity in her eyes, and hugged her shoulders: "You child... Gu Take care of yourself..."

No one can experience the pain of losing a husband more deeply than the women of the Yang family.

Even Yang Zongbao, the young marshal with a white horse and a silver gun, has already turned into a ray of heroic soul at the border.

Men are not afraid of death for the sake of their family and country, while women must try their best to support their families even if they suffer the pain of the death of their husbands and children.

The continuous labor pains began to become rapid, and Ah Jiu began to groan unbearably.

She didn't know how long it had passed, but she felt that her strength was getting weaker and weaker, but the pain did not subside at all.

In a trance, he was given a bowl of fetal-inducing medicine, and the cramping in his abdomen became more and more intense, but he still couldn't hear the baby's cry.

Suddenly, the nanny yelled in panic: "Oops, the fetus won't come out..."

"What's going on!" Mu Guiying was shocked, and without any hesitation, she got up and ordered the military doctor to come in and take the pulse.

The military doctor examined him for a while, and his face turned pale: "Mrs. Zhan has been mentally exhausted these past few days, her mood has been fluctuating, and her vitality has been hurt. The fetus is not full-term, and its blood is depleted. Now the breath in the mother's womb is very weak. I'm afraid even if it is born..."

"According to what you're saying, there's nothing you can do now?"

"A low-ranking official who serves in the army is good at wounds of flesh and blood. I'm afraid I'm not capable of gynecology..."

Ah Jiu couldn't hear what they were saying anymore, her limbs were excruciating in tearing pain, the bed sheet under her body was tightly clenched by her, and an uncontrollable scream escaped from between her teeth.

She suddenly thought, could the pain of childbirth be considered a catastrophe?

If he couldn't make it through, would he just die like this and enter reincarnation?

What kind of fate would this fetus that was thrown into her womb have?

When the pain struck, she stretched out her hand and hung over the edge of the bed, but she couldn't grasp the object to support her.

Suddenly, the palm felt hot, as if being held in someone's hand.

She turned her head, and suddenly saw someone sitting beside the edge of the bed, dressed in black and black, with the same features as before.

She was stunned for a moment, thinking that she was wrong, she blinked, and warm tears welled up for a moment.

This time, it was like water breaking a bank, raging and unstoppable.

It seemed as if all the grievances and sorrows had been accumulated, and they were vented all at once.

Yang Jian saw it, and only lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the sadness and apology in his eyes.

If it is possible, why is he willing to return to his position at this time?

He regained his fascination, but wanted to leave her to spend decades in this world of mortals, even this unborn child had no time to take a look at her.

He let out a long sigh, but he held her hand tightly, and a warm and continuous celestial power gurgled into her body.

There were pale golden cloud patterns between his brows, and a warm radiance flashed into her lower abdomen.

Ah Jiu felt a burst of severe pain, and the baby's resounding wailing rang in her ears.

"It's born, it's born!" The crowd cheered, "It's a young master..."

She stayed there for a long time in disbelief, with an inexplicable feeling of sadness and joy intertwined in her heart, and when she looked back, there was no one beside her.

Suddenly, the prostration and weakness after childbirth quickly conquered the city, and the feeling of exhaustion was overwhelming.

She tilted her head and fell into a drowsy sleep.

☆、Chapter 42