After Yunzheng woke up, she and Rong Shuo held a Taoist couple ceremony in the God Realm.
It was still as lively and festive, but this time there was an extra sense of solemnity.
Wherever they stayed together, they told the world: Yunzheng and Rong Shuo were together.
After the Taoist couple ceremony ended, the world of gods gradually returned to peace.
The news that Yunzheng was pregnant gradually spread.
When Mr. Yun, who was far away in Yunzheng Continent, learned about it, he was happy and worried at the same time. He was afraid that Yunzheng would suffer from childbirth.
In fact, Yunzheng really didn't suffer much except for sometimes falling into coma. She only showed her pregnancy after six months.
Rong Shuo takes good care of her every day, and her friends come to look for her from time to time.
Yunzheng felt that she had been made lazy and couldn't help but miss the time spent with her friends. However, it was also nice to have some quiet time with her husband.
Time passes bit by bit.
The due date has arrived.
Rong Shuo and others became more and more nervous, and their spirits were tense all the time, for fear that something would happen.
Yunzheng was very calm and even comforted them.
In the palace of the ancient miracle place, Yunzheng put his arms around Rong Shuo's neck, raised his head slightly, kissed his thin lips, and then said with a smile: "Don't worry, I am in very good condition now."
Rong Shuo kissed her forehead and said as calmly as possible: "If you feel anything is wrong, you must tell me."
"Yeah." Yunzheng responded with a smile.
The old woman staying in the temple is a midwife in the divine world who specializes in delivering babies to gods.
Rong Shuo reluctantly stood up, and when passing the midwife, she told her, "If you need anything, you must call me."
The midwife responded respectfully: "Yes, the God of the Beginning."
There are not only midwives in the hall, but also Nangong Qingqing and several goddess attendants. They have made all preparations and are waiting for the birth of the God Lord's child.
Nangong Qingqing stayed beside Yunzheng's bed, reached out and held her hand tightly: "Zhengzheng, relax."
Yunzheng said: "It seems that I am more relaxed and you are more nervous."
Nangong Qingqing laughed, but he could not hide his worry between his eyebrows.
At this time, those guarding outside the palace were not only Rong Shuo and his friends, but also all the clerical gods, and even Mr. Yun and Yun Miao who were far away in Yunxing Continent came here.
At a glance, I saw a huge pile of heads.
Everyone is nervous.
It is natural for loved ones to be nervous.
The gods are nervous because it is extremely difficult and risky for the gods to give birth to a life themselves.
Rong Shuo crossed his hands, put them on his forehead, and took a deep breath. If you look carefully, his whole body was shaking, showing uncontrollable worry.
Mr. Yun, on the other hand, was pacing back and forth outside the hall, seeming a little restless.
In the hall, Yunzheng was chatting and laughing with Nangong Qingqing.
Suddenly, Yunzheng felt a pain in her abdomen. She frowned slightly, which made the face of the midwife who had been paying attention to her change. Then she quickly ordered the goddess attendants.
The midwife said: "Qingyue Ice God, step back a little."
Nangong Qingqing's heart seemed to jump into her throat. She didn't dare to delay and quickly backed away.
Everyone outside the hall heard the noise, and their spirits were tense all the time.
There were no howls of pain inside.
Sometimes, silence is scarier than sound.
Rong Shuo's eyes turned red instantly, and his hands were trembling.
If possible, he really wanted to give birth by himself, so that Zheng'er wouldn't suffer!
His only wish now is that Zheng'er can be safe and sound. As long as she is safe, everything will be fine.
I don’t know how long it took.
"Woah woah woah..." followed by a baby's cry.
Everyone present was shocked and stared in the direction of the palace door.
With a creaking sound, the palace door slowly opened a gap.
A thin layer of sweat broke out on the midwife's forehead, and she said with a smile on her face: "Congratulations to God Taichu, mother and child are safe!"
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Time flies, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
A three-year-old boy wearing a black robe, with white and rosy skin. He has a pair of bright black eyes, as solemn as cold stars, with crimson lips. There is baby fat on his face that has not faded, but he looks particularly delicate. Cute, exuding a noble temperament.
He walked alone to several statues and raised his eyes to take a serious look.
He stared at the eight statues in front of him, his dark and bright eyes filled with some doubts. Why was there no statue of his father?
"Jing'er."
A cool and pleasant voice came.
Rong Jing looked back and saw the figures of Mother Goddess, Father Gods, and Godfather and Godmother, who were slowly walking towards this side.
"Mother...Mother." Rong Jing remembered the mother goddess's teachings and couldn't call her the mother goddess after coming to Yunqing Continent.
Rong Jing walked up to Yunzheng and asked doubtfully: "Mother, why is there no statue of daddy here?"
Yunzheng laughed, stretched out her hand to hold his little hand, and explained softly: "Because your father is not a member of Fengyun Team, he is Lord Emperor."
Storm Team?
Rong Jing was stunned. He remembered that his godfather, godmother, and Uncle Feng all mentioned the 'Wind and Cloud Team'. He tilted his head slightly and asked with curious eyes: "Mother, what is the Wind and Cloud Team?"
As soon as these words came out, Yunzheng was startled.
She first glanced at Rong Shuo, and then looked at each other and smiled with Fengyun's friends. Everything she had experienced in the past could not help but come to mind.
She leaned over slightly, picked up Rong Jing easily, smiled and said: "To talk about Fengyun Team, we have to mention eight people. Their names are Yunzheng, Nangong Qingqing, Feng Xinglan, Mo Jing, Yu Qiu, Mu Yin, Yan Chen, Zhongli Wuyuan."
Rong Jing blinked: "So, the members of Fengyun Team are my mother, godfather and godmother."
"Little Jing'er is so smart." Mo Jing couldn't help but praise.
Yunzheng looked at the eight statues in front of her, remembering the eight people who were once so high-spirited, and her eyes felt a little hot.
"The Fengyun Team was established in the Dongzhou Holy Academy. They first experienced together in the Exiled Land, and became famous at the Dongzhou Grand Meeting. Then they joined hands with the Dongzhou Prodigies to resist the demons. After leaving Dongzhou, they went to Zhongling Continent, and faced life and death again and again. Experience and become stronger together.”
"The Fengyun Team met more races and saw more things in the Holy Ruins, but it was also a painful experience for them there. Later, they reunited in Qiongtian Continent, never forgetting their original aspirations, and fighting side by side to grow up again and again. , whether it was the Three Continents Exchange Meeting or the Nine Sects of the Ancient World, they all faced difficulties together. Later, they were promoted to gods and made sacrifices to protect all living beings. Fortunately, they came back."
"If it weren't for your father, mother wouldn't be able to come back."
She described her growth over the years word for word.
The moment she said it, Rong Shuo and her friends' eyes were already wet because they all thought of those two separations.
"What is the Storm Team?"
"It's for the boys who can meet each other at the top, for the boys who can support each other, and for the boys who can protect each other."
"Fengyun..."
"Always there."
“…in our hearts.”
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