ran could have any thoughts, Ye Fan had already grabbed his little aunt's primal bud , lightly teasing the pink bud with his fingertips and said: "Little aunt, a person must live for himself. Why giv...Despite Xiao Qiao's tearful pleas, the man remained unmoved.

Lowering her head, she looked at the baby who was finally no longer flailing its limbs.

His eyebrows and the corners of his eyes were constantly twitching.

This shows that the old man's heart is working hard, struggling intensely.

When the sound of Xiaoqiao's crying finally slowly dissipated in the wind, the infant, who was half-submerged in mud, closed its eyes.

The man paused for a moment, letting out a soft sigh.

"He's dead. Now are you satisfied"

Little Qiao, her voice hoarse from crying, stood up slowly. Her body stumbled as she turned and walked away, saying in a wooden tone, "I will never forgive you. I also cannot accept that my future children will have such a cruel father."

"Little Bridge!"

The man suddenly jerked his head up, his face contorted in rage, his eyes filled with agony. He let out a strangled roar: "You don't know, you don't know! You... you don't know anything."

Xiaoqiao stopped in her tracks, without looking back, she said: “I only know that you can just watch a child die slowly like this. That’s enough.”

"I don't want to be like this either!"

"But that's exactly what you did."

"He, he—"

The old man reached out his hand and opened his mouth as if he were about to say something. However, after uttering those two words, he closed his mouth again and let his hand fall limply.

He would rather be misunderstood by Xiaobiao as a cruel person than tell the truth.

Because he couldn't guarantee, his gentle and kind wife, could still live happily in the years to come.

"Don't look for me anymore."

Little Bridge waited for a moment, but when the man still didn't speak, she took a step forward.

As she walked, a part of her still hoped that a man would reach out and take her hand, begging her not to leave.

Because she also knew very well that this matter couldn't be blamed entirely on her husband.

Someone told her husband that at this time tonight, if he came to this place, he would see a baby who had been abandoned.

As for who told her husband, Xiaobiao didn't know.

She only knew that this child had a direct bearing on the fate of both of them.

If the child truly is that child, even if he's a premature aging patient, not even his biological mother could accept him and would abandon him. Xiaoqiao would still have to raise him as her own son, giving him complete maternal love.

If this happened to another woman, especially one who had just gotten married and was hoping for a cute little baby, it wouldn't be impossible to accept, but she definitely wouldn't be happy about it.

The little bridge can.

Because she was kind, gentle and obedient.

A little girl who could cry because she accidentally stepped on an ant is the kindest and most gentle spirit in the world.

It was precisely Xiaqiao's kindness and gentleness that allowed her to follow her father's arrangements and give up the superior life in an international metropolis, marrying a man who was almost twenty years older than her.

This man, he's so rough and uncouth.

But his love for Xiaoqiao was something that all the men in the world combined couldn't equal.

Therefore, Xiaoqiao loved him very much too.

This is also the reason why, even after seeing his cruelty, he was still willing to give him another chance.

Men, did not cherish this opportunity.

Because he still knelt in the mud after walking ten meters across the small bridge, his head bowed as he stared intently at the deceased infant. He didn't move an inch.

Little Bridge closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh. Just as she was about to quicken her pace, she heard her husband's hoarse voice call from behind her: "He's alive! He's alive!"

"What"

Xia Qiao suddenly turned around and looked over.

Then she saw her husband kneeling on the ground, his hands covering his face, sobbing loudly.

How could a dead baby possibly be alive

Xia Qiao didn't believe it.

She wouldn't believe that a newborn baby, after being submerged in mud for half a day, would still have any signs of life. She thought it was impossible for the baby to survive such an ordeal.

"He lived. He finally lived. He, he was the child!"

The husband continued to sob, it was unclear if he was happy or sad.

A baby who has already died, came back to life. Shouldn't he be happy

Why would he be heartbroken

Among the sobs, there was a heavy sense of disappointment.

It was as if, once a baby came to life, they would lose their most precious thing.

Little Bridge didn't overthink it, he just ran over and with a plop, knelt down on the ground, hurriedly looking at the child.

The husband is right, the child is alive again.

He began to cry again.

Although his cries were no louder than those of a newborn kitten, he was indeed weeping.

Little hands, little feet, dancing slowly.

The fact that a baby who should have died came back to life shocked Xiaoqiao deeply.

But what shocked her even more was that when the baby opened his eyes while crying, she saw that his eyes had turned a faint red.

It's like blood is flowing hard.

Even better!

Monstrous—

And the redness of the demonic aura was growing denser by the moment.

In the span of just a few seconds while he was lost in thought on the small bridge, it turned the color of fresh blood.

You can close your eyes and imagine, a newborn baby, or even an early-aged child, whose appearance is already hideous beyond compare. Their eyes are a monstrous blood red, no, crimson color that frightens anyone who sees them.

The little bridge was also afraid, its teeth chattering uncontrollably.

Unconsciously, she hugged her husband's arm and trembled, asking, "How, how could this be"

"Demon, demon—attach to Li. Ha, ha ha, Xiaobiao, this is the child we were looking for."

The husband suddenly raised his head and burst into a fit of wild laughter.

When he laughed wildly, his words were slurred, and Xia Qiao had no mind to decipher them at this moment.

She only heard her husband say, "This is the child they've been looking for."

"Little Bridge, are you still going to take him away"

The husband raised his hand and wiped his face hard, asking Xia Qiao: "If you don't want to, I won't force you. No one will force us."

"Why not"

Looking at the baby's little bridge, the fear in her eyes slowly dissipated, replaced by maternal love that had been long overdue.

Xiaqiao is the kindest and most gentle girl in the world.

Though she had sensed that the baby was extraordinary, even eerie, her kindness compelled her to slowly reach out and lift the child from the mud, holding it close in her arms.

Although she had never been a mother, she inexplicably knew how to hold a child. She cradled the baby's small body in her left hand, letting his little head rest against her arm. With her right hand, she gently patted his back and looked down at him, softly saying, "Why not Look at what a good child he is. He's smiling at me, isn't he"

"He was just born, now he can't see anything clearly, how could he smile at you"

The husband fiercely wiped his face and stretched his neck to look into Xiaqiao's arms, then froze.

smiled.

The newborn baby was definitely smiling at her when she held him in her arms.

Though the appearance of a child with progeria is unsightly, his smile at Xiaobiao is so pure.

It was the son, nestled in his mother's warm embrace, contentedly smiling.

The crimson in his eyes gradually faded as he smiled sweetly, under the gentle gaze of the bridge.

Finally, the baby's eyes regained their original clarity.

"This is my son."

Little Bridge was completely captivated by the baby's laughter, his clear eyes. He gently patted the baby's back and murmured, "You are my son."

The husband bit his lip hard, forcing a smile and agreeing, "Yes, he's your son."

"Then what should you call him"

Doesn't every mother, when she first holds her child in her arms, filled with happiness, begin to consider a name for the little one

The husband's face returned to normal. After a moment's thought, he said: "Some people say he should be surnamed Li."

"Why do I have the surname Li"

Only Li surname can survive.

"Well, then his last name is Li."

After marrying her husband, Xiaoqiao had always been treated like a daughter and never cared about such trivial matters. She would simply comply with him: "Li—Li what Hehehe, why don't we name him Li Jing Li Jing was the war god during the Tang Dynasty. I truly hope that my son will grow up to be a modern-day war god who helps the country pacify all enemies."

As Xia Qiao daydreamed about her newly adopted son becoming a legendary military general like Li Jing, she failed to notice the extreme fear that suddenly flashed across her husband's face.

But soon, those fears vanished from his face, replaced by a shake of the head and a dry chuckle: "Hey, heh heh. Li Jing isn't such a bad name, is it"

Why not

"A war god, indeed. As a war god, he must naturally carry an aura of death around him. And what's more, the fate that befell General Li after his death—"

"No more!"

Xia Qiao hurriedly interrupted her husband.

What happened to Li Jing after his death in the Tang Dynasty

Actually, Li Jing's ending was quite good.

Unlike contemporaries like Wei Zheng and Fang Xuanling, who were either whipped or had their entire families executed after death.

According to historical records, in April of 649 AD, Li Jing passed away at the age of eighty. He died less than a month before the great Emperor Taizong of Tang.

A glorious chapter in history has come to an end.

Li Jing's life was a success, reaching the position of chancellor. He was second only to the emperor and above all others.

As a warrior, he achieved great military exploits and made significant contributions to the Tang Dynasty. He also managed to avoid the fate of those who became too powerful and were ultimately brought down by the emperor.

This is thanks to Emperor Taizong's wisdom and his intelligence.

But in his later years, he lived a rather pathetic life, avoiding suspicion by hardly ever leaving the house and daring not to socialize with his colleagues.

Since Xiaqiao greatly admired the Tang Dynasty military god Li Jing, of course she knew about his brilliant life.

At this moment, she was completely immersed in the joy of becoming a mother. Where would she have the time or energy to think about her husband's words about Li Jing's fate

She was afraid that her husband's sharp tongue might say something harmful to their son, so she interrupted him in time and asked, "Then what name should he be called"

"This, I need to think about carefully."

Glancing at the baby nestled contentedly in Xiaobiao's arms, yawning sleepily before closing its eyes, her husband lifted his head.

Just a moment ago, the world was struck by lightning and thunder, with silver snakes darting across the sky, as if some demon or monster were about to emerge from the earth.

But now, it's a completely different scene.

Calm waters.

peace and tranquility prevail.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky.

A flock of geese flew overhead at night, honking as they headed south.

Little Bridge also heard the geese calling and raised its head, murmuring, “Geese fly south—“

The husband immediately said, "Then let's call her Li Beiyan."

"This name is not good."

Xia Qiao immediately shook her head in denial, then smiled: "I think, let's just call him Li Nanfang."

"Surname Li, Li Nanfang Good. Let's just call you Li Nanfang!"

The husband immediately nodded in agreement, and then flatteries flowed like a torrent. He praised his wife for her vast knowledge of history books, her eloquence, and her ability to compose poems with the flair of Cao Zilian's seven-step poem. He couldn't help but want to kneel down and worship her, kissing her feet, etc.

"Die."

Xiaoqiao's small face blushed, she hugged the child who had already fallen asleep and slowly stood up, whispering, "Nanfang, Li Nanfang, it's time to go home."

Li Nanfang was taken away by the Xiaoqiao couple.

The bright moon was gradually obscured by a dark cloud.

The wind is rising again!

Click!

With a thunderclap that seemed to shatter the world, large hailstones once again fell from the sky without warning.

A dishevelled woman, from the South, stumbled in.

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