Chapter 369 Pack up Little Chu Yue and send him away
After New Year’s Eve, it is spring and the season of blooming flowers has arrived.
In fact, there is no winter in the south, but spring is even warmer, with colorful flowers and lush greenery. The entire Jiangdu Imperial City seems to be immersed in a vivid painting.
Before we knew it, the two children had been born for more than two months.
The little ones have completely shed the wrinkles they had when they were born, and are growing up day by day. Each of them is plump, fair and delicate, and they laugh babblingly when they see people. They are really adorable.
Xiyan's heart and eyes are now full of her children. She hugs Yin'er and kisses her again and again every day. She loves her so much that even seeing her smacking her lips while sleeping makes her feel soft in her heart.
But on Manluo's side, the scene was completely different.
She didn't have much maternal love to begin with, and as she looked at Yue'er's face that was growing wider and wider, the resemblance between her eyebrows and eyes to Chu Jin became more and more obvious, which made her feel inexplicably angry.
What made her even more annoyed was that her son was a crybaby. He was not as well-behaved and worry-free as Yin'er. He would cry loudly at the slightest displeasure, and his crying made her head explode.
Now, the injury on her shoulder has almost healed, so she simply hides in the imperial garden all day to find peace and quiet, out of sight and out of mind.
She didn't dare to take a single step outside the palace, simply because Chu Jin was still blocking the way, shouting at the top of his lungs every day, demanding that the Southern Emperor return his woman and child, a situation known to everyone.
The Southern Emperor was also troubled by this:
Kill him, he is Yue'er's biological father after all, and it is neither moral nor rational. But keep him, his noisy appearance outside the palace gate every day is really annoying.
For a moment, there was no way to have the best of both worlds.
Finally, one afternoon, Yue'er started crying endlessly again, each cry louder than the last, making the whole palace restless.
Manluo was already holding back a surge of anger, and now she could no longer contain it and completely exploded.
While Xiyan was carrying the child to visit Queen Nan in Liuxia Palace, she simply wrapped Yue'er in a brocade quilt, packed her into a small bag, and ran all the way out of the palace through the secret passage of the Imperial Garden, heading straight to the small courtyard where Chu Jin lived.
Xiyan had told her before that Chu Jin had been guarding that small courtyard, and the Southern Emperor had not made things difficult for him again.
After all, he is Yue'er's biological father. It would be inappropriate to kill him, but it would be annoying to keep him alive, so she simply turned a blind eye.
Manluo had been there once before and was familiar with the route.
When they arrived at the courtyard, it was just getting dark, and Chu Jin and Shi Hun had not yet returned from "standing guard" outside the palace gate.
Manluo gently placed Yue'er, who was already sound asleep, on the couch in the room, tucked in the corner of the quilt, turned around and took two steps, then finally came back and kissed her son on the face:
"Little thing, I'm used to being carefree. I'm not used to having a little burden like you. You should go find your real father and find him some work to do. That will give him some peace and quiet!"
As he said this, he quietly hid outside the back window.
After waiting for a while, I heard the wooden door being pushed open with a creaky sound, and the Soul-Slayer's voice rang out with a hint of helplessness:
"Grand Master, are you planning to stay in Nanzhao forever like this? What if Miss Manluo never leaves the palace? What will you do?"
Chu Jin's voice followed closely behind, with his usual confidence and arrogance:
"Then I will wait for her my whole life. However, with her personality, she won't be able to hold back for long and will definitely come out to play."
Manluo outside the window gritted her teeth when she heard this.
It was not until she heard Chu Jin push the door and enter the room, and the dim light came on in the room, that she tiptoed and turned around quietly to leave.
Chu Jin entered the house and lit a candle.
After a tiring day and feeling depressed, I wanted to take off my clothes and go to bed.
Unexpectedly, as he turned around, his sight suddenly caught sight of the strange quilt on the couch.
It was a brocade material unique to the Nanzhao Palace, embroidered with hibiscus patterns.
Chu Jin's heart suddenly trembled, his hand unconsciously pressed on the hilt of the sword, and he slowly walked towards the bed.
There seemed to be something soft wrapped in the quilt. As he approached, the thing moved slightly and made a soft babbling sound.
He leaned over and carefully lifted the corner of the quilt with the tip of his sword, revealing a chubby little white face. The baby had not yet fully woken up, and his little mouth was smacking unconsciously.
Chu Jin could hardly believe his eyes. How come there was a little baby on his couch?
He was standing there in a daze. The little guy on the couch seemed to be startled by the noise. Suddenly, he let out a "wow" and burst into tears.
The cry was so crisp and loud that it startled Chu Jin and made him panic. The long sword at his waist fell to the ground with a clang. He hurriedly leaned over and clumsily held the child in his arms.
He had never held a child before, and his arms were as stiff as wood. He was afraid that if he exerted even a little force he would hurt the baby in his arms.
Unexpectedly, the little guy in my arms cried for only a few times, and the moment I saw him clearly, he suddenly stopped crying.
The pair of dark eyes were wide open, like two pieces of water-soaked obsidian, staring straight at him.
The next moment, he actually giggled and waved his little fists excitedly.
The laughter was soft and clear, like a stream breaking through the ice in spring, and it instantly flowed into Chu Jin's heart.
The nerves that were tense just now suddenly relaxed, and a strange warmth spread throughout the limbs.
He lowered his head to look at the child's smiling eyes and brows, and the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably, revealing a tenderness he had never felt before.
But where did such a beautiful treasure come from, and how did it appear on his bed?
While he was in a daze, Shihun heard a noise in the house, pushed the door open and came in. He caught a glimpse of the child in Chu Jin's arms and couldn't help but exclaimed:
"Master, where did this child come from?"
Chu Jin was now staring closely at the child's eyes and brows, his whole body seemed to be under a spell of immobilization, and he didn't say a word for a long time.
Soul Killer came closer, and after seeing the child clearly, he exclaimed in surprise:
"Master, this child... his eyes and eyebrows bear some resemblance to you!"
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