1414: C1414 North Geese Flying to the South

C1414 North Geese Flying to the South

The man was still unmoved by the pitiful pleas for help from the bridge.

He looked down and saw that the baby was no longer waving its limbs.

The corners of his eyes were constantly twitching.

From this, it could be seen that the old man's inner activities were in an intense struggle.

When the crying sounds of the small bridge was finally blown away by the strong wind, the baby, whose entire body was soaked in mud, closed his eyes.

The man stared blankly for a moment before sighing softly.

"He's dead. Now, are you satisfied? "

The little bridge whose voice was already hoarse with tears, slowly stood up, staggered a bit, and then turned around to leave, saying woodenly, "I, will never forgive you. I also cannot accept that my future child would have such a cruel father. "

"Little Bridge!"

The man suddenly looked up, his face twisted with pain, and shouted, "You don't know, you don't know! You don't know anything. "

The bridge stopped and said without looking back: "All I know is that you can watch a child die slowly like this. "This is enough."

"I don't want to do that either!"

"But that's what you did."

"He, he …"

The old man stretched out his hand, opened his mouth as if about to say something, but after saying those two words, he closed his mouth and let his hand drop to the ground.

For that matter, he would rather be misunderstood by Little Qiao because he was a cruel person than say it out loud.

That was because he truly could not guarantee that his gentle and kind wife would still be able to live happily in the years to come.

"Don't look for me anymore."

The small bridge waited for a moment, but it did not wait for the man to speak again.

As she walked, she actually hoped that the man would hold her hand and beg her not to leave.

Because she also knew that she couldn't blame her husband for this.

Someone had told her husband that at this time of night, coming to this place, she would see an abandoned baby.

As for who the person who told her husband was, Xiaoqiao did not know.

She only knew that this child was directly related to their fate.

If the child really was that child, then even if he was a Premature Failure Child, even his own mother wouldn't be able to accept him. If he were to abandon the child, Little Qiao would have to support him as her own son and give him a complete mother's love.

If it was any other woman, especially someone who had just gotten married and was hoping for a baby, it wouldn't be absolutely unacceptable, but she definitely wouldn't be happy about it.

The bridge would do.

Because of her — kind, docile, obedient.

A little girl who accidentally stepped on an ant to death and cried when she was young was the most kind-hearted elf in the world.

It was precisely the kindness and meekness of the bridge that allowed her to listen to her father's arrangements, give up her superior international city life, and marry a man who was nearly twenty years older than her.

This man was as dry as a country bumpkin.

However, his love for the small bridge was something that all men combined couldn't compare to.

So Little Qiao also loved him a lot.

This was also the reason why they were still willing to give him another chance even after seeing how cruel he was.

Men didn't cherish this opportunity.

This was because he was still kneeling in the mud after walking more than ten meters away from the bridge. He lowered his head and stared at the already dead baby, not moving at all.

The bridge closed its eyes and sighed softly. Just as it was about to quicken its pace, it heard its husband shouting from behind, "He's alive! He's alive!"

"What?"

The small bridge suddenly turned around and looked over.

The husband, who was kneeling on the floor, actually covered his face with his hands and started crying bitterly.

How could a dead baby live?

Little Qiao did not believe him.

She didn't believe that a newborn baby, after soaking half of its body in the mud and disappearing, would still be alive.

"He's alive. He was finally alive. He, he is that child! "

Her husband was still crying, but he couldn't tell if he was happy or sad.

Shouldn't he be happy that a dead baby had come back to life?

Why was he sad?

In the sound of crying, there was also a thick sense of disappointment.

It was as if once the baby was alive, he would lose his most precious possession.

The small bridge didn't think too much and only ran over. With a 'putong' sound, it kneeled on the ground and hurriedly looked towards the child.

The husband was right. The child was alive again.

He began to cry again.

Although he was crying worse than a newborn kitten, he was crying.

Little hands, little feet, a slow ball.

The baby that should have died, when it came back to life, was already shocking to Little Qiao.

However, what made her even more unable to believe was that after the baby opened his eyes while crying, she discovered that his eyes had turned light red.

It was like there was blood flowing.

More like it!

Demonic …

Moreover, the demonic red color was gradually becoming thicker.

In the short period of ten or so seconds that the small bridge was in a daze, it had turned into the color of fresh blood.

You could close your eyes and imagine, a newborn baby, or a Premature Failure Child, would have an incomparably ugly appearance, with demonic blood-red eyes, no, a scarlet red appearance. Anyone who saw it would be terrified.

The little bridge was also scared, and its teeth couldn't help but chatter.

Subconsciously, she grabbed her husband's arm and asked in a trembling voice, "How … how did this happen?"

"Demon, demon — Possession. "Ha, ha, ha. Little Qiao, this is the child we are looking for."

The husband jerked his head up and laughed wildly.

His words were slurred when he was laughing maniacally, and Little Bridge was not in the mood to identify them at the moment.

She only heard her husband say that this was the child they were looking for.

"Little Bridge, are you still going to carry him away?"

The husband raised his hand and ruthlessly wiped his face as he asked Xiaoqiao, "If you don't want to, I won't force you. No one will force us either. "

"Why, no?"

Looking at the baby's little bridge, the fear in her eyes slowly faded away, replaced by maternal love many years earlier.

Little Qiao was the most kind-hearted and docile girl in the world.

She could already tell that the baby was not of ordinary origin, but her kindness prompted her to slowly reach out and take the baby from the mud into her arms.

She clearly didn't have the experience of a mother, but for some reason, she would hug a child. With her left hand holding the child's small body, she let his Tiny Skull rest on the crook of his arm. Look, what a good kid. Is he smiling at me? "

"He was just born, why is he smiling at you now that he can't see anything clearly?"

The husband ruthlessly wiped his face and stretched out his neck to look at the small bridge in his arms. He was stunned.

Laughter.

The newborn baby, after being carried by the bridge, was indeed smiling at her.

Although the Premature Failure Child looked ugly, his smile towards the little bridge was really innocent.

It was his son who was lying in his mother's warm embrace, smiling contentedly.

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

Eventually, the clarity of the baby was restored.

"This is my son."

Completely enthralled by the baby's laughter, the bridge patted him on the back and murmured, "You are my son."

The husband bit his lip and forced a smile. "Yes, he is your son."

"Then tell me, what should I call him?"

Any mother, in life first pick up their child, happiness, should begin to think of the child's name?

His husband's expression returned to normal. After some thought, he said, "Someone said that his surname should be Li."

"Why should I be surnamed Li?"

"Only with Li can he live."

"Alright, then his surname is Li."

Ever since he married his husband, he had been pampered by his daughter as a small bridge. He never inquired about such small matters, and only cooperated with him: "Li — Li what? Hehe, why don't we give him a name called Li Jing? Li Jing was the military god of the Tang Empire. I really hope that my son will grow up to be a modern god of war that will wipe out the four barbarians. "

Xiaoqiao had been fantasizing about her newly adopted son being able to become the God of War, Li Jing, but she hadn't noticed the sudden panic on her husband's face.

But very quickly, the fear disappeared from his face, and he immediately laughed dryly while shaking his head. His name isn't good, is it? "

"Why not?"

"God of War. Since he was a god of war, of course he would be covered with evil spirits. "What's more, the result of Li Jun's death …"

"Stop talking!"

The bridge interrupted her husband.

What was the result of Li Jing's death in the Tang Dynasty?

Actually, Li Jing had suffered a very good end.

Unlike Wei Zheng, who was at the same age as him, he was either whipped to death or executed by his entire family.

According to historical records, Li Jing died in April of 649, aged eighty, less than a month before the death of His Majesty Li Er.

A glorious period of history had come to an end.

Li Qing's life was a success. From the Prime Minister to the Prime Minister, he could be said to be below a single person and above everyone else.

As a military general, his military exploits were brilliant. After he had rendered meritorious services to the Great Tang, he had also avoided the tragedy of having a great cause and no end for himself.

This was due to Tang Taizong's brilliance and wisdom.

However, in the later stages of his life, he was rather useless. In order to avoid suspicion, he almost never went out, much less interacted with his colleagues.

Since the small bridge really worshipped the Great Tang's god of war, Li Jing, he naturally knew of his glorious life.

However, at this moment, she was immersed in the joy of being a 'happy mother'. How could she have the mood to think about what her husband had said about Li Qing's miserable end?

However, he was afraid that his husband would say something unfavorable to his son, so he interrupted him and asked, "Then, what should his name be?"

"This, I have to think about."

Looking at the baby lying in the arms of the small bridge and yawning happily before closing his eyes, the husband lifted his head.

Just a moment ago, this world was filled with flashes of lightning and claps of thunder, silver snakes scurrying about chaotically, as if there were demons and ghosts trying to escape from the underworld.

But now, it was a different scene.

The wind was calm.

Hai Yan Qing.

Brightmoon took the lead.

A group of geese flew towards Nanfang while squawking.

Xiao Qiao also heard the cry of the geese. She raised her head and muttered, "Northern Goose Fly Nanfang —"

The husband immediately said, "Then let's call her Li Beiyan."0

"Not a good name."

Xiaoqiao immediately shook his head in denial, then laughed: "I think, let's call it Lee Nanfang."

"Surnamed Li, Lee Nanfang? Good. It's called Lee Nanfang! "

The husband immediately nodded in agreement, followed by waves of flattery. He only praised his wife's ability to read history books, and the way she spoke made him want to kneel down and kiss her toes, and so on.

"Die."

Little Qiao blushed, then slowly stood up with the child who had already fallen asleep in her arms. "Nanfang, Jack, we're home."

Lee Nanfang was carried away by the couple.

The bright moon was slowly covered by dark clouds.

Violent winds rose again!

Crack!

Following the sound of thunder that could shatter the entire world, soybean-sized raindrops fell from the sky without any warning.

A woman with disheveled hair stumbled over from Nanfang.

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