Yuzhu knew that he had spilled the beans, so he had no choice but to tell Dongfang Yu'er what he had seen and heard with Shunyi in the past few days.
In fact, Dongfang Yu'er also felt that her father had an unusual relationship with Aunt Xu, but she never dared to ask. Is this why Aunt Xu hates me?
"The fate of those who are sent off for training is tragic." Dongfang Yu'er said.
"Does my sister really have the heart to watch Mr. Wenquxing suffer so much in the mortal world?" Ding Xiang asked.
"Of course I don't want to, the destiny book is already running, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do." Dongfang Yu'er said with a sigh.
A cloud that looked like a dragon but was not a dragon floated over the Sima Mansion. As the bright sky suddenly became dense with dark clouds, a dragon wind blew, thunder and lightning flashed, and a heavy rain began.
The vision from the sky adds to the gloomy and solemn atmosphere of Sima Xiang's mansion.
Xiang's husband had been pregnant twice, both of which died due to dystocia. This is Xiang's third child.
Xiang Husband has been in pain for a whole day, and the fetus has not yet been born, so the whole family is worried that Xiang Fu's baby will not be born safely.
Now the lady is giving birth again.
Hearing the madam's heart-wrenching screams of pain and the bursts of thunder made Sima Xiang even more worried.
Sima Xiang walked around worriedly outside the delivery room, praying murmuringly, "I beg you, Da Si Ming, to protect my Sima family and ensure that the baby is born safely!"
A bolt of lightning flashed across the tiled roof of the delivery room, and the light of the lightning was like daylight, followed by a rumble of thunder, as if it was about to split the tiled roof of the delivery room.
The sudden and strange weather scared the servants of Sima Xiang's house so that they did not dare to move.
Sima Xiang was also frightened by this terrifying thunder flash. He always felt that this thunder flash was a bad omen.
Sima Xiang didn't care anymore and rushed into the delivery room. "Has my wife given birth?"
"not yet."
"Master Xiang, how did you come in?"
"The delivery room is a bloody place, get out quickly." Mrs. Sun and her servants pushed Sima Xiang out.
"Mrs. Sun, you are known as a stable mother-in-law. You must keep my wife and my children safe."
"Master Xiang, I will do my best."
Sima Xiang was kicked out by the servants and Mrs. Wen Posun.
The Sima family has been officials for generations, and the official positions are getting bigger and bigger each generation, but the number of people is smaller and smaller. By Sima Xiang's generation, it became a single inheritance for three generations.
Sima Xiang is a sixth-rank official in the imperial court, but he is thirty-five years old and does not have a son yet. My wife had been pregnant twice, both of which died in childbirth.
So Sima Xiang took in several concubines, all of whom were only girls.
Seeing that the Sima family's incense was about to end, Sima Xiang was full of worry!
When Sima Xiang was full of worry, a loud baby cry cut through the dark night sky, and the baby's cry was louder than the thunder.
gave birth!
gave birth!
Madam gave birth to a big fat boy!
Upon learning that Mrs. Xiang had given birth to a son, everyone in Sima Xiang's family cheered!
"Congratulations to Mr. Xiang, Madam has given birth to a big fat baby!" Madam Sun held the newborn baby in front of Sima Xiang.
Sima Xiang looked at his fleshy son and burst into tears with excitement.
"I have a son!"
"The Sima family finally has an heir!"
"Thank you, Da Siming!"
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In ancient times, you could not choose a name casually. You must find a fortune teller to calculate the horoscopes and match the five elements. Of course, an official family like Sima Xiang is no exception.
The next day, Sima Xiang invited the most famous fortune teller in Kyoto to tell his newborn son's fortune and give him a name.
The famous Taoist priest was shocked when he heard that Mrs. Xiang gave birth to a son last night. Last night was stormy, rainy, and thunderous?
The fortune teller calculated the baby's horoscope, then looked at the baby's appearance, with a look of incredible surprise on his face.
I saw this baby with a rosy complexion and plump flesh, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a bit of arrogance between his eyebrows.
The Taoist Master was very excited and said to Sima Xiang, "Congratulations, Master Xiang, your son is not a mortal, but the reincarnation of the Star King."
"What, the reincarnation of Star Lord?"
"Taoist Master, please tell me which Star Lord is reincarnated?" Sima Xiang asked excitedly.
"Well, let Pindao do the math on this."
The fortune teller counted with his fingers for a while and said, "If the fortune teller's calculation is correct, it should be Wenqu Xingjun."
Wenquxing?
"Hahaha! My son is the reincarnation of Lord Wenquxing, so my son will definitely be a talented person in the future." Sima Xiang was so happy to learn that his son was the reincarnation of Wenquxing.
"Not only is he talented, he should be able to bring peace to the world with his writing skills, and be able to use his horse to determine the world with his military skills." said the fortune teller.
"What? Is Mr. Wenquxing still capable of civility and martial arts? According to what the Taoist priest said, my son will definitely become a prime minister or a general in the future?"
"I can't guarantee this. In short, when Mr. Sima grows up, he will definitely be a pillar of the country and will have a bright future."
The fortune teller knew that he had revealed too much and did not dare to say anything more. He clasped his fists and bid farewell to Sima Xiang.
Sima Xiang hurriedly stepped forward to intercept him and said pleadingly: "Taoist Master, please give me a name for my son!"
The fortune teller stopped, looked at the baby's erect facial features, stroked his flowered beard, and said: "This child was born on a stormy and thundering night. He has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a bit of arrogance between his eyebrows. He is called Sima." Be proud!"
Sima Ao?
"Okay, this name sounds nice, just listen to the Taoist priest."
Sima Xiang followed the fortune teller's advice and named his son Sima Ao.
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Sima Ao, the reincarnation of Wenqu Xingjun, is different. He showed his differences from ordinary people at a young age, and he was also valued and cherished by his father.
At the age of ten, Sima Ao had already finished reading "The Thousand-Character Classic", "Hundred Family Surnames", "Three Character Classic", "Zengguang Xianwen", "Disciples' Regulations", "The Analects of Confucius", "University", "The Doctrine of the Mean", and "Mencius". ", "Book of Songs", "Book of Rites", "Book of Changes", "Book of Changes", "Spring and Autumn", etc.
In short, Sima Ao has finished learning etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, chess, mathematics, and literature. It can be said that there is nothing left to learn.
Sima Ao, who had nothing to learn at the age of ten, was so bored that he lay on the desk and worried.
At this time, Xiaopang, the child of Wu Zhuangyuan's family, and the son of Jiang Yuanwai and Yuan Li's family from the neighbor's family came over.
The son of Member Jiang’s maternal wife is named Jiang Bin, and the son of Member Li’s maternal wife is named Li Fulai.
The Jiang family and the Li family are wealthy businessmen in Kyoto. They feel that it is an honor to join an official family like the Sima family, so the two families often encourage their sons to play more with Sima Ao.
The three children were about the same age and went to the same private school, so they always played together.
"Sir, why are you worried about something?" Xiaopang, the son of the military officer, asked first.
Sima Xiang hired a military officer from Kyoto to be his son Sima Ao's martial arts teacher, so the military officer's son Xiaopang wanted to call Sima Ao his son.
"Father, you ask me to read and study every day. But I know how to read these books. It's too boring to read them over and over again every day." Sima Ao replied.
"My father also asked me to memorize the Four Books and Five Classics every day, which is as big as my head." Jiang Bin also complained.
