My wife is a sword god.

At every critical point in life, there will always be countless forks in the road.

  Their fronts correspond to different futures. Whether the ending is a tragedy or a comedy, no one will know before reaching the end.

  Everyone is responsible for their own choices, because there is no regret medicine in this world.
  "Master, Master, my wife is having a difficult delivery!" A maid rushed over anxiously, her expression full of panic.

  The middle-aged man in luxurious clothes was filled with grief and kept mumbling: "How could it be like this? How could it be like this? Midwife, what did the midwife say?"

  There was a trace of hesitation in the maid's eyes, and she finally spoke: "Sixth Grandma said that in this case, we either have to have a caesarean section to take out the baby, or we don't care about the baby's life or death."

  In other words, you can only choose to keep it big or keep it small.

  The middle-aged man's eyes were red, and tears could not stop flowing down his face. He kept pacing outside the house, and the maid's urging sounded in his ears like a curse.

  Finally, he made up his mind, raised his head and said sadly: "My child, I don't want it anymore."

  This sentence seemed to take all the strength out of him, and he collapsed on the ground, covering his face and sobbing.

  In his first life, Qin Feng died in suffocating despair before he could see the world clearly.

  "You bastard, you bastard! Their father is about to die, and they still want to divide the family property without anyone taking care of it!" The old housekeeper stomped the ground with his feet, venting the anger in his heart, but he seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the old man on the bed.

  Qin Feng had white hair and a face full of vicissitudes of life. He looked up at the roof and recalled his life.

  He and his wife were childhood sweethearts, and they got married naturally.

  The family was well-off, harmonious and beautiful, and it was supposed to be a happy life. When did it start to change?
  Perhaps after his wife's death, he married several more women.

  Or maybe he was busy with business and never took more care of his children?
  So now, when he has only one breath left, no child is willing to look at him again. He only thinks about dividing the family's land and money.

  "Ah Fu, have I failed in my life?" Qin Feng said weakly.

  The old housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward and held his hand and said, "Master, I have sent people to summon the young masters. Please, please don't say these words."

  Qin Feng shook his head, coughed several times, and closed his eyes permanently.

  "master!"

  "Ahem." Qin Feng looked pale and sat in front of the desk, holding a book in his hand. He looked so sickly that it seemed that a gust of wind could blow him away.

  A beautiful woman in a white dress walked into the room carrying a bowl of steaming soup, with a distressed look on her face: "Qin Lang, if you really can't bear it, you might as well rest early."

  Qin Feng shook his head, Han Chuang studied hard for ten years, just to be named on the gold list.

  Jian Li had waited for him for too long. He wanted to marry her with scenery and live a happy life.

  "We will be together." Qin Feng looked extremely determined.

  Liu Jianli's eyes were red, she held his hands tightly and said: "Qin Lang, we will be together, no matter life or death."

  Unfortunately, Qin Feng died of illness when he was named on the gold medal list.

  The noisy gongs and drums that greeted the No. [-] scholar could not suppress the sadness that filled the room.

  A roll of white cloth directly covers a person's life.

  Beside the table, Liu Jianli was wearing white clothes, her eyes were dull, and there were still tear stains on her cheeks. Her tears had long since dried up.

  The people around him were talking quietly, with expressions of sympathy and regret.

  "The two of us were childhood sweethearts, but they ended up like this."

  "My parents are snobbish and look down on Qin Feng, who comes from a bitter family. The latter studied sages' books diligently and finally got a title on the gold medal list, but was taken away by the disease."

  "Everything about rich people getting married is all fake after all."

  "I hope the daughter of the Liu family can get over her grief soon."

  One day later, Liu Jianli wore a red wedding dress and hung it on the willow tree where she had been in love with Qin Feng when she was young.

  "Jianli, I swear under the willow tree that I will marry you in the future."

  "Well, I will always wait for you."

  Outside the Meridian Gate, there was already a sea of ​​people.

  The strong executioner was sharpening his knife. A man was kneeling on the ground with a wooden sign behind him and his hands tied behind him. "You are a bold and unruly man who dared to attack the Tang Dynasty at night and kill the Tang family's young master. I will behead you at Meridian Gate today!" The imperial envoy sat in the hall, furious.

  None of the onlookers applauded him, but instead looked at the prisoner with sympathy.

  "The boy from the Qin family and the daughter from the Liu family have already made a private decision to marry each other. The wedding day was approaching, but unexpectedly, the latter fell in love with that bastard from the Tang family."

  "The latter directly kidnapped the daughter of the Liu family and wanted to rape her, but the girl refused to obey until she died, and finally chose to understand herself."

  "The sky has no eyes. Good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years. That Tang family bastard should be killed!"

  "The Qin family's master clearly wants to eliminate harm for the people!"

  "Bold!" The imperial envoy shouted angrily, and the people were silent, but his eyes were like knives, which made him tremble with fear, thinking why he didn't come earlier at noon.

  The executioner said: "Brother Qin, I respect you as a good man. Don't worry, my knife is always fast and you won't feel any pain.

  Is there anything else you want to say before you die? "

  After hearing this, Qin Feng raised his head and looked around blankly. He seemed to see a familiar figure in white, with a sweet smile, waving gently towards him.

  The sun was hanging high in the sky, and the old man threw out the wooden stick in his hand.

  "In the next life, I will marry you."

  "cut!"

  Blood spurted out, and the light words dispersed in the wind.

  Qin Feng's soul escaped from his body, and he looked at the headless corpse on the ground with a complicated expression.

  The pain in his neck was so real, as if a big knife was still pressed under his head, cutting it bit by bit.

  After stepping into the underworld, he began to experience the reincarnation of hundreds of lives.

  In this reincarnation, he is both the master and the observer of every story.

  The pain of birth, old age, illness and death seemed to be clearly engraved in the depths of his soul, making him unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

  A white shadow floated out, and the appearance could not be seen clearly. It just said lightly to him: "Do you hate it?"

  "what?"

  “Because of a choice made by your father, you were stillborn when you were still born.

  Although you have given your children a life of ample food and clothing, they are still not satisfied. They are not willing to come back and see you one more time before you die.

  The person named on the gold list should have stayed with the woman he loved forever, but because he did not have a healthy body, he died young, causing the woman to go with you.

  Although she has a healthy body, but does not have the strength to protect her beloved, she can only watch her die for the sake of her own chastity.

  Shouldn't you hate it? "

  "Should I hate it?" Qin Feng asked himself blankly.

  He didn't get an answer, but he heard the white shadow speak again: "Life is bitter, this is fate, everything is destined."

  "Life?"

  “Yes, it’s life.

  Some people are born rich, some people are born poor.

  Some people don't get what they ask for, and some people don't get it.

  Some people have everything they need when they are born, and some people live a life of poverty but gain nothing.

  This is fate, you shouldn't hate it, you should accept it. "

  "Should I accept my fate?" Qin Feng looked struggling, and the voice in his ears continued to confuse and intrude on his mind.

  Swish!
  The world is turning upside down, and another reincarnation is coming.