Chapter 996 Adorable Baby (Jingkong Fan)
The little one only poked half of his body out, looking around curiously.
He had a round little head, wore a clean little monk's robe, and had a string of heavy little Buddhist beads around his neck.
He held onto the door frame with one little hand and grasped the string of small Buddhist beads with the other, looking very well-behaved and cute.
Xuanyuan Xi was stunned: "Who...who is this?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the little boy saw Gu Jiao, wanted to come out but held back, and clung to the door frame, calling out in his childish voice, "Mother!"
Xuanyuan Xi froze on the spot!
This little monk...could he be Xiao Xuan?
Xiao Xuan has become a monk?!
Gu Jiao noticed his confusion and led him toward Xiao Xuan, explaining, "Xiao Xuan is weak and often falls ill. Later, my mother took Xiao Xuan to a temple, where the master said he had a connection with Buddhism."
Xuanyuan Xi stared in disbelief: "And then... he became a monk?"
Gu Jiao took Xiao Xuan's hand: "Well, I guess so. These clothes are the ones you wore when you were little. The princess said that wearing old clothes brings good fortune and helps children grow up safely."
Xuanyuan Xi stammered, "No wonder you looked so familiar..."
When Xuanyuan Xi left home, Xiao Xuan was only one year old. Now, a whole year has passed, and Xiao Xuan doesn't remember him. Xiao Xuan raised his round little head, blinked his big, black grape-like eyes, and looked at him curiously: "Who are you?"
Xuanyuan Xi pinched his little cheek: "I'm your Uncle Jingkong, do you remember me?"
Xiao Xuan shook his head very honestly.
Xuanyuan Xi smiled.
Xiao Cong, nestled in his arms, opened his eyes and glanced at his younger brother, saying, "Tell Uncle Jingkong what your name is."
Little Xiao Xuan nodded obediently and began to introduce himself in a childish voice: "My name is Xiao Xuan, and my Buddhist name is Shixin."
Xuanyuan Xi: They even have a Buddhist name now...
Xiao Xuan looked thinner and smaller than other children his age, but Xuan Yuanxi learned from Gu Jiao that he was indeed not as prone to illness as he was when he was one year old.
Lady Yao and Princess Xinyang felt even more strongly that raising the little guy as a monk was the right thing to do.
There was a precedent for this among their relatives—female Taoist priest Yuan Baolin.
Gu Jiao led Xiao Xuan inside.
Xuanyuan Xi watched the two-year-old boy trudging through the snow, and wondered if Jiaojiao wouldn't hug him.
The clever Xiao Cong noticed his confusion and calmly said, "Mother hugs you the most; she rarely hugs the three of us."
Xuanyuan Xi was stunned.
Gu Jiao gave all her love for her eldest son to Jingkong. At that time, she did not know how to be a parent. She and Xiao Heng raised the little monk they had brought back from the mountain, but they struggled with each other.
The little monk followed her around all day, wanting to be her little shadow.
The little monk always sat on the doorstep, waiting for her to come home no matter how late it was.
The little monk would act cute, ask for kisses, and like to snuggle in her arms.
Having raised a child for the first time, she was at a loss with that clingy little monk and could only keep spoiling him.
Fortunately, she wasn't spoiled.
The wrestling little monk of yesteryear has grown into a towering Black Wind Rider.
Xiao Cong sighed like a little adult: "Sigh, I'm just jealous."
Xuanyuan Xi's eyes were red, and a wave of heat surged through his heart.
His darling...
Xiao Cong kindly reminded him, "Uncle, you're hugging me too tightly, I can't breathe."
...
Xiao Heng and Shangguan Qing returned an hour later. His harem had grown increasingly large. In addition to his first wife, he now had six concubines, each of whom was a top-notch firearm user.
Today, his first wife broke down, and it took a long time to fix her.
The two brothers were unaware that Jingkong had returned. As they walked toward the twins' bedroom, they said, "If you like firearms so much, Mother will have to take them all away for you."
Shangguan Qing said, "Please don't tell Mother!"
Xiao Heng said with a smile, "Mother asked me to ask you if you are satisfied with the daughters of prominent families I selected for you last time?"
Shangguan Qing waved his hand dismissively: "There's nothing to be dissatisfied with. If she likes it, then let her put it in my backyard."
Xiao Heng asked, "Aren't you afraid of causing trouble in your backyard if you put so many in?"
Shangguan Qing put one hand on his younger brother's shoulder and said nonchalantly, "Sigh, you know how men are."
Xiao Heng resolutely distanced himself from him: "I don't understand. My love for Jiaojiao is stronger than gold."
Shangguan Qing hit the nail on the head: "Gold is very soft."
Xiao Heng: "..."
Shangguan Qing has yet to meet his destined woman, and the position of principal wife remains vacant, which worries him greatly. It's not that he doesn't like women, but he hasn't met anyone who moves his heart. What can he do?
"I already told you, she has to be as skilled in martial arts as Jiaojiao, as dignified and gentle as Princess, and as humorous and witty as Mother. That kind of woman is my destiny!"
Xiao Heng glanced at him speechlessly.
May you stay single forever.
As the two brothers were talking, Xiao Yan's gentle voice, patiently instructing her younger brother, could be heard from inside the bedroom.
What is one plus one?
“One,” Xiao Xuan said.
Xiao Yan sighed, "I've taught you this many times. It's not one, it's two!"
Xiao Xuan: "Two."
"That's right!" On the kang (heated brick bed) in the warm room, Xiao Yan sat cross-legged opposite her younger brother. "Let's do it again, what is one plus one?"
Xiao Xuan: "One."
Xiao Yan: "..."
Xiao Yan took a deep breath: "One times one equals one! What about two plus two?"
She held up four fingers, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Xiao Xuan.
Xiao Xuan: "Two."
Xiao Yan was utterly speechless!
Xiao Yan sat up, clutching her clothes with her little hands, and breathing heavily: "Don't be angry, don't be angry. Let's count, one, two, three, four, five, you know how to do that, right?"
Xiao Xuan nodded.
Xiao Yan taught earnestly: "One, two, three, four, five!"
Xiao Xuan answered earnestly, "Go up the mountain to fight the old tiger!"
Xiao Yan suddenly vomited blood at a 180-degree angle. After vomiting non-existent blood, she fell headfirst and sprawled out on the warm kang (heated brick bed).
Next door, Gu Jiao had just finished examining Xiao Cong. He had simply been carsick and was fine; he would be alright after a day or two of rest.
She had the wet nurse take Xiao Cong out.
Xuanyuan Xi also planned to go out.
"Sit down," Gu Jiao said.
Xuanyuan Xi scratched his head and smiled: "I really don't need it! I didn't throw up!"
Gu Jiao pressed him down onto the chair. The bright light shone through the window paper onto the handsome young man's face, which showed a slight blush on his face. His ears turned slightly red.
"I'm really, really okay," he said.
Gu Jiao took his pulse and asked seriously, "Where is the injury?"
"No..." he instinctively retorted, then, as if remembering something, his eyes flashed, and he raised his left wrist, saying, "You mean this?"
Gu Jiao slightly lifted his sleeve, revealing a red, swollen bruise.
He said nonchalantly, "I didn't hold the red-tasseled spear properly that day and accidentally twisted it."
I used to sit on the doorstep even if I had a tiny scrape on my knee, waiting to show her my little injury, and I would even save my tears to cry to her when she came back.
Now, covered in wounds, he refuses to utter a single word.
"I'll do it."
Xiao Heng's voice suddenly appeared at the doorway.
The two of them looked at him at the same time.
"You're back," Gu Jiao said.
Xiao Heng nodded, stepped into the house, glanced at the small medicine box on the table, and said to Gu Jiao, "They're putting up couplets outside, do you want to go take a look?"
"Okay." Gu Jiao left the small medicine box behind and turned to leave the room.
Xuanyuan Xi pouted reluctantly: "What's wrong? I only exchanged a few words with Jiaojiao, you bad brother-in-law!"
When Xiao Heng saw him at the door just now, he could hardly recognize him. In the year since they last met, he had grown taller and more mature. He was no longer that naive little boy. He had the heroic spirit of a soldier and the killing aura he had gained from his battlefield experience.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, Xiao Heng was certain that he was still the same little monk who had once outwitted and outmaneuvered him.
Xiao Heng said to him, "Alright, Jiao Jiao is gone, there's nothing to hide anymore, take off your clothes."
Xuanyuan Xi hugged his arms warily: "What are you doing!"
Xiao Heng picked up the wound medicine on the table and said calmly, "If I don't let you finish this bottle of medicine, I won't be able to cover for you when Jiao Jiao asks."
Xuanyuan Xi chose to let Jiaojiao worry rather than let his bad brother-in-law worry.
"Then you must keep this a secret and not tell Jiaojiao."
"knew."
He unbuttoned his clothes, revealing a body covered in mottled, crisscrossing scars.
Xiao Heng was the one who bathed him when he was a child, and he knew exactly where every pimple scar on his body was.
Xiao Heng knew he would be injured, but he didn't expect the injury to be so serious.
Although most of them have healed, he must have been in a lot of pain back then.
This is a child I raised myself.
“You…” Xiao Heng’s throat was sore.
Xuanyuan Xi pretended not to see his slightly reddened eyes and turned his face away, saying, "Hurry up, I'm cold."
His nose also felt a little sore.
How strange, I didn't want to cry, but my bad brother-in-law's eyes reddened, and I couldn't hold back anymore.
(End of this chapter)
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