Chapter 184 Listen to your father's excuses
Jiang Xingxing gently shook Jiang Xianwan's hand, unintentionally revealing his father's little scheme to climb into bed with him. "I've seen these beads before. Father strung them together for more than ten days, but he wouldn't let me see them, saying that Mother had to see them first."
With another soft exclamation, she pulled Jiang Xianwan to the flower stand with its intricate carvings.
He squatted down, cupped his little face in his hands, and looked at the flowers curiously from left to right. "Dad, are these the flowers you stole from the High Priest? The High Priest said that these flowers would release a lot of glowing fluff at night, and they would be so beautiful."
His father was chased barefoot by the Grand Master of Fate for more than a dozen times and was also beaten with two lashes.
The Grand Master of Fate pointed at his father, who had vanished in a flash, and for the first time, stood with his hands on his hips and started cursing like a scoundrel, saying to him, "Your father, you shameless bastard."
Feng Huixue: "..."
Feng Huixue silently reached out and guiltily covered her son's mouth, then chuckled dryly at Jiang Xianwan, "Well, you must be very tired after traveling such a long distance. You go take a shower first; there are clean clothes inside. I'll take our son to wash up."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
He glanced at the father and son who were secretly exchanging intense glances, then turned around and pushed open a partition door.
A muffled sound immediately came from behind the door.
Jiang Xingxing seemed conflicted. "Father, why won't you let Mother go to my room? I have a hot spring there too, and it's covered in flower petals. I spent a long time picking them today to give to Mother."
Jiang Xingxing understood his father's desire to climb into his mother's bed, but he also really wanted to sleep with his mother.
I spent many days carefully decorating the room, making the bed soft and fragrant.
Seeing that his father remained silent and only stared at him with resentful eyes, he reluctantly compromised, "Then, can I sleep with you?"
Feng Huixue spoke furtively, her voice low and unusually earnest, "Son, listen to your father, you're all grown up now, you can't sleep with your mother anymore."
Jiang Xingxing, who had been completely deprived of sleeping with his mother by his father, blinked his eyes, looking a little aggrieved. He had finally managed to get his mother to come to sleep with him.
With her little hands tucked inside her pockets and her back turned, she said, "That's my mother. Why don't you sleep by yourself?"
“You are clearly older than everyone else.”
“We can sleep together, can’t we, father and son, sit next to Mother? Why do you insist on kicking us out?”
Feng Huixue: "...?" His son probably doesn't understand what kind of sleep this is.
"Son, listen to your father's excuses..."
"How about this, Dad will give you a break today, the three of us will sleep together, and tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and all the days after tomorrow, you can have Dad's bed, okay?"
“Father, I think the Great Master of Fate is right.”
"……What?"
"Forgive my bluntness, but you..." Jiang Xingxing couldn't bring himself to swear, and with a wronged expression, he clasped his little hands together, yet earnestly tried to describe it accurately, "You are a bit shameless."
Feng Huixue: "..."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
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Night fell silently, like ink blocks of varying shades clumsily piled up. Jiang Xianwan slowly walked out of the Tang Palace.
The father and son, who had already washed and smelled wonderful, were sitting cross-legged on the tatami mat rolling around in bed when, as if they had discussed it beforehand, they suddenly turned their heads away.
One's eyes were brimming with fervent hope, while the other, amidst a fleeting moment of intertwined desire, revealed a clear-eyed guilty conscience.
It's no surprise that the father and son reached an agreement after intense negotiations, and both were quite satisfied.
Jiang Xianwan remained calm and composed. He walked past the lazy black tortoise lying on the ground, leisurely parted the beaded curtain and shadow gauze, and sat down on the couch.
As soon as she sat down, Feng Huixue's breathing suddenly became rapid, and Jiang Xingxing covered her mouth in surprise.
Is Mother really going to sleep with Father?
He can sleep with his parents now?
Jiang Xingxing was somewhat incredulous, her glassy eyes wide open.
Until his grimacing father, overjoyed, scooped him up and laid him down on the couch, Jiang Xianwan lay down as well.
He blinked, lying between his parents for the first time, their heads touching.
One small hand tightly grasped Jiang Xianwan's hand, and the other small hand grabbed Feng Huixue's hand, holding them to their chests, their eyes gradually filling with tears.
"Mother, Father."
"Also, okay."
Feng Huixue's heart melted instantly, leaving her with an indescribable sense of indebtedness.
Although all he could think about at that moment was how to devour Jiang Xianwan, he had been waiting for this day for far too long.
His eyes welled up with tears, and he gently pinched Jiang Xingxing's cheek, responding softly, "Yes, Mother, Father, and Xingxing."
Jiang Xianwan's eyes were slightly moist, and she smiled as she kissed his cheek, "My little Xingxing, Daddy and Mommy's little Xingxing."
She was a very bad mother.
Becoming a mother for the first time, even with ample preparation, inevitably leads to a flurry of activity and confusion.
Feng Huixue was also flustered and seemed unreliable, but compared to her, she was more attentive and meticulous.
Both were first-time parents, and although they encountered some bumps along the way at the beginning, they were very happy.
Jiang Xingxing has been very well-behaved since birth.
He was so obedient that it made her feel sorry for him.
She didn't suffer much; on the contrary, ever since Jiang Xingxing became sensible, she has been trying her best to take care of her.
Jiang Xingxing thoroughly enjoyed her father's methods of raising children; how could she not know that her son was eager to raise his mother and father as soon as possible?
Her relationship with Di Yin started wrong, but she never regretted giving birth to Jiang Xingxing.
She was an orphan who had never met her parents or had any relatives. In another world, she was all alone.
This feeling of blood ties warmed her heart, and she felt that Jiang Xingxing was the best gift God had given her.
She accepted whatever was said about her.
Jiang Xianwan couldn't help but look at the fox trying so hard to make Jiang Xingxing laugh, her eyes growing increasingly unfocused.
When she was pregnant with Jiang Xingxing, she only vomited for a few days, but the fox vomited for three whole months. She was in pain herself and was afraid that Jiang Xingxing might feel unwell again, so she knocked down the two rooms and made a partition door. She would ask about her every night. She kept sour apricots and jujubes everywhere so that she could touch them.
Later, as her belly grew bigger and bigger, the fox started to panic.
I consulted several doctors, asking them for advice on various precautions, and wrote down page after page of notes.
Although she didn't have swollen limbs like other women, the fox stubbornly insisted on massaging her to relieve the swelling until she fell asleep, taking meticulous care of her every need.
He would secretly carry a pillow around all day, pretending to wrap it in a small blanket, under the guise of: practicing in advance.
Later, Jiang Xingxing was finally born. She was at a loss. Feng Huixue immediately rejected the idea of breastfeeding and took out various kinds of spiritual milk that she had secretly prepared in advance.
The first thing I saw, embracing the river, was the wind and snow.
Jiang Xingxing's birth was ordinary, but it was also a baby born amidst their high expectations.
Since he was born, he has slept with the wind and snow for eight out of ten days.
Feng Huixue was worried that Jiang Xingxing wasn't getting enough rest, so she took on the task of looking after her. Still not at ease, she also had to take care of her health.
Despite her robust physique, the cultivator was forced to undergo a three-month postpartum confinement period, much like a mortal woman, despite Feng Huixue's strong opposition. She was not even allowed to do simple tasks like washing clothes.
She is really, really incompetent.
Feng Huixue did a lot for them, mother and son.
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