63 The Evil Master's Wife 14 (Xiuwei)
◎When Ji Zongxue falls ill, how will the plot develop?◎
Hearing this, the Grand Elder looked confused: "Who left?"
Xixuan thought Su Yanmei had quietly left without alerting anyone. He endured the piercing pain, looked at the child's tender face, and whispered, "Did Yanmei come to see him?"
"Of course." Perhaps something was amiss with Xi Xuan, the Grand Elder's usually solemn voice softened. "The child was crying non-stop, so he was taken to your wife's place. We just coaxed him to sleep."
Upon learning that Su Yanmei hadn't left, Xi Xuan raised his head hastily, tears streaming down his reddened eyes: "Is she still here?"
Seeing that he was having trouble controlling his emotions, the Supreme Elder, even though he didn't know what was going on, understood that the couple probably had some disagreement. He said a few words to Xixuan and then went out to let Su Yanmei in.
After a moment, a woman in a water-green gauze skirt walked in. Her cloud-like black hair was half draped and half tied up. As she walked, she brushed against the flowers and willows, with her skirt fluttering, like a fairy in the clouds.
When her figure appeared in front of the door, Xixuan's eyes followed her closely, and he was reluctant to leave for a moment.
His abdomen was still aching, but he endured the pain and turned sideways. When Su Yanmei came over and leaned over with a gentle look on her face, he reached out and hugged her.
As if holding a treasure that had been lost and found again, Xixuan rested his head on her shoulder, and countless tears fell.
The gauze dress was thin and cold, and was easily wetted by tears. Su Yanmei sighed softly, hugged him for support, and stroked his back slowly with her palm, with a soothing and coaxing look.
The more gentle and tolerant she was, the more painful Xixuan felt.
Yan Mei is no longer his wife.
He lost his wife.
The young man in her arms couldn't stop crying. Su Yanmei touched his hair again with very gentle force, waited quietly for him to finish crying, and finally wiped his tear-soaked face bit by bit with her handkerchief.
His vision was hazy, his wet eyelashes were slightly lifted, and his golden pupils washed by water were even clearer, like the surface of a lake of broken gold. Xi Xuan slightly raised his face and let his wife wipe his tears.
He did not give birth to a daughter.
I don't know how to say the words to keep her.
Looking at his wife who was so close to him, Xixuan stared at her intently without moving his eyes, as if he was seeing her clearly for the first time in so many years.
When Su Yanmei wiped him clean and put down the hand holding the handkerchief, Xixuan noticed her stepping back. His heart skipped a beat and he looked anxiously at the sleeping child beside him.
"Yan, Yan Mei."
He called her.
Su Yanmei: "What's wrong?"
"The child has just been born..." Xi Xuan held her arm tightly, pleading with her palely, "Can you wait until he's a little older before you leave?"
His voice was hoarse, as if it had been ground from stone, and every word was squeezed out of his throat.
The woman who was pulled was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
"Brother, you just gave birth and your body is still weak. You still need to recuperate to replenish your lost vitality." Su Yanmei helped him lie back down and covered him with a thin blanket. "If we leave Xihe Sect now and leave you and the child behind, I won't be too worried."
Xixuan never let go of the hand he was holding. Even after hearing her promise, the anxiety in his heart still could not disappear.
She will leave eventually.
Sooner or later.
The child couldn't keep her.
As her ex-husband...he couldn't keep her.
If, if I could give birth to a daughter...
Xixuan, who had just delivered a baby by caesarean section and was still feeling waves of pain in her abdomen, suddenly had this thought in her mind and she couldn't stop thinking about it.
He stared at his wife, who was leaning over the swaddling clothes, smiling and scratching the child's face, and couldn't help thinking -
If I could have a daughter, I could keep my wife for a long time.
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The Phoenix clan finally had its bloodline continued, which was such a great joyous event that the clan elders all had rosy faces and were so happy that they wanted to beat drums and gongs to let the entire world of immortal cultivation know that there was a new little phoenix in their clan.
To this end, the elders of the clan discussed and held a three-day banquet in the Xihe Sect to celebrate the birth of the little phoenix.
Everyone in the Xihe Sect presented gifts.
Led by the sect leader, together with the elders, they gave the child a piece of extremely rare thousand-year-old spiritual marrow.
Spiritual marrow is the purest spiritual energy that is gradually condensed after the spiritual veins are exhausted, after decades, hundreds of years, and thousands of years have passed. Most of them are the size of a fist.
But this piece of spiritual marrow is half a person's height, very rare in the world, and it took thousands of years to form. Its value is immeasurable.
Such a large amount of spiritual essence is enough to further strengthen the bones of young children.
The Phoenix clan was extremely satisfied.
Compared to the grand gift presented by the clan leader, the gifts from the two mountain masters naturally cannot be too small.
Ying Hua gave away a dragon and phoenix sword obtained from Wanren Mountain, a top-grade immortal sword, and a growing artifact.
Fuwei gave away eighteen high-level formation jadeites, covering formations of attack, defense, self-protection, illusion, escape, teleportation, etc.
The disciples below also prepared generous gifts to the best of their ability for the golden nugget of the Phoenix Clan and the young master of Yuqing Mountain.
The person who was given a lot of gifts, with his beautiful golden eyes as bright as the morning sun, nestled in Xixuan's arms and sucked on his pacifier.
Since giving birth, Xixuan still occasionally bleeds between her legs. Even after her abdominal wounds healed and the scars faded, her body returned to normal, but she still occasionally felt a cramp in her stomach.
However, he is a cultivator in the Hedao stage and recovers much faster than ordinary people.
After drinking various nourishing soups, he was able to recover from the postpartum confinement in just a few days and was able to walk briskly again.
He was dressed in golden clothes, with a jade belt around his waist, black hair and golden eyes, and he looked handsome, like an immortal who was as bright as the wind and moon, and as handsome as pine trees and bamboos.
But now this immortal often holds a swaddling cloth in his arms and a bottle in one hand to feed the baby. When the baby cries, he has to rack his brains to coax him.
Except for being well-behaved in front of his mother, the little brat is a troublemaker in front of everyone else.
However, the task of taking care of the children basically fell on Xixuan, and Su Yanmei just played with the children most of the time.
It was clearly a rattle for the baby, but she was having a blast playing with it. She also played with all the toys others gave her, such as the Dajiaoxi and Mohele.
Whenever the little kid in Xixuan's arms saw his mother playing with these things, he would squint his eyes and giggle.
Looking at the big and small playing together, Xixuan couldn't help but laugh along.
Su Yanmei was tired from playing, so she picked up the kid and stuffed the whip into his babbling little fist.
The child gripped the handle of the whip, his golden eyes sparkling, and with his small arms and legs, he swung it with exceptional force, trying to hit the top that had fallen in front of him.
However, because Su Yanmei was holding him, the whip was not long enough, and the kid could only whip the air.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
In order to hold the whip tightly and whip it with all her strength, her fair and tender little face turned red.
Su Yanmei was so amused that her eyes became crescent-shaped.
Xixuan looked at her smile, his red-gold pupils were clear and bright, like a ray of sunshine that only looked at her, and the corners of his lips unconsciously raised a smile.
The picture of a family of three couldn't be more harmonious.
Upon learning that Xi Xuan was in good health, the two mountain masters who came to see them privately, as well as Zhao Lin and Ji Zongxue who met them by chance, saw this scene as they stood outside the courtyard waiting.
Fu Wei quietly nudged Ying Hua, who was fanning himself, with her elbow: "Tsk tsk tsk, look at how sweet this young couple is."
The young man, whose arm was pushed and whose face was always pale, refused to express his opinion. He covered his face with the fan and looked at the family of three in the yard.
The maid who led the way went in to ask for instructions.
After getting the agreement, Fu Wei walked in first, dressed in a soft aqua blue, but in a hurry: "Madam, I have spent all my family's wealth this time to give your son eighteen high-level formation jadeite!"
The words are spoken before the person arrives.
The little brat had used up all his strength from whipping the boy, and his red face was still gasping for breath. Su Yanmei smiled and kissed his soft and round face.
The next moment, Fuwei also poked her head in and stared at the child.
"You are just a little kid who can't even speak, but you own a fortune that's comparable to a large sect."
Ying Hua waved a fan, smiled gently, and took off the health-preserving jade pendant from her waist as a gift to the child.
Seeing his smooth and tactful behavior, Fu Wei muttered, took out a fairy jade from the storage ring, and stuffed it into Su Yanmei's pocket: "I got it by chance, your son can't use it, so I give it to you."
Fairy jade is a relic left by immortals. The few strands of pure immortal energy contained in it can repair some damage to the body.
Su Yanmei thanked him.
The four of them sat at the stone table and talked. Xixuan mostly listened and rarely spoke. He just held the child, fed him, and coaxed him to sleep.
Ying Hua, who was originally thinking about discussing Dao with Xi Xuan: "..."
Pregnancy is terrifying.
Fortunately, he is alone.
The two of them did not stay for long. Before leaving, they sent the child to the bedroom. Then Xixuan came back and sorted out his experience of Hedao in detail and passed it on to them as a thank you gift.
After the guests in the courtyard left, Zhao Lin and Ji Zongxue, who had been standing outside the courtyard, walked in slowly and bowed respectfully to their master and mistress.
It was early summer, but Ji Zongxue was still wearing fox fur. Her face was pale, but it did not detract from her exquisite beauty. On the contrary, her skin was so white that it was almost transparent, making her look like a pile of ice and snow, beautiful yet fragile.
The medicinal scent on his body became stronger and stronger.
When Xi Xuan asked Zhao Lin about his training, Ji Zongxue lowered her long and fine eyelashes, covered her bloodless lips, and coughed softly intermittently.
His face was originally an unhealthy pale color, but because of the cough, it gradually became rosier.
After finishing the conversation with the eldest disciple, Xixuan naturally became concerned about the health of the second disciple.
Ji Zongxue has been weak and sickly since childhood.
This year we finally survived the long and cold winter. In early spring, the temperature alternated frequently. Ji Zongxue had a fever one night and fell seriously ill afterwards.
This illness lasted for a long time and did not heal until early summer.
In the original storyline, Ji Zongxue's health had always been poor, and Xi Xuan gave the precious medicinal pills he had obtained from his original self to Yan Yingchan. Yan Yingchan, in turn, treated these easily obtained medicinal pills as candy beans, feeding them to her frail Second Brother.
Because of these precious elixirs, plus the health-preserving elixirs sent to the pharmacy every month, Ji Zongxue's bedridden body survived until the end of summer next year, when he finally fell ill and fell into a coma.
Xixuan went to find medicine for him personally.
Yan Yingchan used the excuse of worrying about her second senior brother and insisted on following him. In the end, the two of them encountered an accident and became husband and wife in the secret realm.
The two of them completely transcended the master-disciple relationship, and Yan Yingchan became pregnant.
It can be said that Ji Zongxue’s illness was an important factor in determining the male and female protagonists to be together.
Now, without those precious elixirs, how long can Ji Zongxue's body last?
After divorcing her, Xi Xuan no longer saw Yan Yingchan, and even ordered people to send her out of Yuqing Mountain and register her under the name of an elder who taught her strictly.
At the same time, he gave her enough resources for cultivation, fulfilling this brief relationship between master and disciple.
There is no connection between them anymore.
Su Yanmei was very curious about how the story would develop when Ji Zongxue fell ill and the plot became completely different.
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