Jiaojiao sauce Wadasi multi-child multi-blessing system Smecta

Surrounded by mountains and lush greenery,

Tongling Village is located at the foot of a remote mountain, at least two hours' drive from the nearest town.

There are only a dozen households in the village, and most of them make a living by farming and hunting. The people are simple and honest.

Meng Jiao, who had just woken up in the morning, felt refreshed. She held her waist and went out when she saw a few shadows rushing over.

After looking around and not seeing Qian Kun, he couldn't help but ask curiously,

"Where are Qian Kun and Nan Xiao?"

Shadow and his men stepped forward and explained to her how Nan Xiao suddenly jumped up after she fell off the cliff.

Meng Jiao frowned. She didn't tell Nan Xiao at the beginning because she was worried that the girl couldn't control herself, so she deliberately chose a time when she was still halfway up the mountain, but an accident still happened.

Thinking of this, she realized that she might not have been able to send the letter.

She really didn't know what the current situation in the court was, but if she rashly sent a message now, it might be discovered by someone with ulterior motives. To be cautious, she first instructed Yingzi and a few others to go to the county town to find a midwife and to find out the current situation.

As for Nan Xiao and Qian Kun, she was not really worried about them. They fell down together. With Nan Xiao's martial arts skills, and the fact that Qian Kun knew she was here, he would come to find her sooner or later.

Little did she know that Nan Xiao, whom she trusted at this moment, was the one being taken care of in return.

Far away in an unknown mountain downstream of a river, Nan Xiao, feeling the heat slowly draining away from his body, slowly opened his heavy eyelids, and what he saw was a skinny back.

He wanted to raise his hand to give the bastard another slap, but found that he was completely powerless and many parts of his body were aching, probably because his flesh was broken.

"Awake? You're really fucking heavy."

"You don't have to pretend to be kind. You deserve it for daring to attack the boss. I'll kill you when I get better."

Qian Kun moved step by step, and he did not dare to stop even though his ribs were aching slightly. They had to find a new cave before dark, as there were signs of wild beasts searching the area near the previous one.

"Don't use your pig brain to think about it. Can I beat the boss? That was a plan prepared in the morning. But you blasted me off the mountain before I even started. Damn it!"

Nan Xiao felt hot all over, his brain was in a mess and he couldn't remember the specific situation at that time.

All she remembered was that when she turned around, she saw Qian Kun raising his hand and the boss falling backwards. She was so angry that she didn't care about anything else.

Now that I think about it, with the boss's martial arts skills, even a loser like Qian Kun who was pregnant couldn't get close to him. Could it be that I really wronged him?

"Oh."

"Oh!? Apologize to me right now! Otherwise I'll throw you into the mountains to die. Hey, hey, why are you pretending to be asleep when I ask you to apologize?"

Qian Kun's voice failed to wake up the unconscious Nan Xiao, but it did call the unstable heavy rain in the mountains.

Qian Kun raised his head and wiped his face, cursing inwardly that it was really a rainy day when the roof was leaking. He lifted up the person on his back who was about to slide off, and continued to stagger around looking for a place to shelter from the rain.

Fortunately, God was not blind. The two found a cave with animal skins and a fire pit in it. It was probably a temporary resting place for hunters entering the mountains.

When Nan Xiao woke up again, she saw Qian Kun wearing only a pair of underwear and a burning fire. Her face turned red and she quickly turned her head away, quietly trying to circulate her internal energy.

Qian Kun rarely saw her so vulnerable, so he approached her servilely.

"Awake? Do you want to take it off yourself or should I do it?"

As soon as he got close, the hot air hit her cheek. Nan Xiao was irritated and her tone became a little harsh.

"Don't worry about it."

After pondering for a while while looking at the motionless Nan Xiao, Qian Kun stroked his chin and suddenly said,

"You can't move yourself, can you?"

Nan Xiao closed her eyes and gritted her teeth secretly. This guy was always very mean-spirited, and this time he would definitely laugh at her, so she chose to keep quiet.

Qian Kun swallowed nervously and moved closer, not believing in evil.

"You really can't move?"

Logically, the slap should have come at this time, and it seemed to be real.

Nan Xiao, who had his eyes closed, was upset because he came so close. He opened his eyes and was about to curse, but his mouth was blocked the next moment.

Qian Kun kissed her and immediately jumped away. He licked his lips and saw that she was so angry that she couldn't raise her hand. Then he moved closer again with confidence.

“Hey, you don’t have any martial arts skills anymore, you can’t hit me, I’ll kiss you… Ouch, hiss, hiss, it hurts, don’t bite!”

On the other hand, the atmosphere between the two people was quietly charming, while over there, a few shadows dressed as ordinary villagers went out on the street and found out surprising news.

The streets were filled with white banners, and even the officials passing by had white belts tied around their waists.

They looked at each other and mixed in with the villagers who were chatting quietly, speaking fluent local dialect.

"Excuse me, fellow villager, what big thing happened?"

"Hey, you're late. The official just posted a notice saying that the prince and the emperor have both passed away, and the whole country is in mourning!"

Paper money was flying all over the sky, and Shadow and his companions were unable to figure out what was going on, so they could only quickly return to the village to report the news.

At that time, Meng Jiao was wearing a loose dress and a veiled hat, and was teasing Wu Shuang near the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village.

A simple cotton skirt, whose length just covers the shoe surface, can slightly show the waistline and cover the pregnant belly. It is the most popular style in town this season.

When Shadow and the others rushed back, they couldn't help feeling dazed. After following them for so many years, they had never seen their master in female clothes.

After hearing the reports from several people, Meng Jiao, who was originally preparing to deliver the letter, temporarily gave up the idea. She was not sure whether it was the work of Zishu He Xuan, but even if there was a chance, she had to resist the possibility of causing him to fail.

The autumn wind blows gently, the leaves outside the window rustle, and the warm yellow lanterns illuminate the entire courtyard, making it warm and peaceful.

In the room, Meng Jiao followed the midwife's instructions and was ready to face the pain. After all, it was her first time giving birth, so she was inevitably nervous, so she tore the thin towel on the pillow into pieces.

Outside the courtyard, hundreds of Qin family soldiers led by Qian Kun surrounded the place. They actually knew that there would be no danger, but they couldn't help but wait and wanted to hear the news of the young master's birth as soon as possible.

The group of people nervously climbed over the wall from time to time. When they didn't hear any sound, they wanted to rush in several times, but since they didn't see any instructions from Nan Xiao, they could only bear it.

The midwife in the room was trembling with fear, looking at the silent white ball in her arms with mixed feelings.

When this family came to her, she knew they were a wealthy family, but she had never seen any wealthy family give birth to a baby so quickly, not to mention a baby that was so fair and clean.

Could it be that this family has some great fortune?

Giving Nan Xiao a look, Meng Jiao instructed the voice in her head as she turned to leave with the ingots,

"DD, deal with her memory."

As soon as the midwife left, Nan Xiao pushed away the group of people who wanted to ask questions and prepared to go back to the house.

Just then, a dusty carriage stopped in front of everyone. Looking at the familiar logo on it,

She swallowed nervously.

"Jing, Prince Jing..."

Zishu Hexuan, dressed in a black robe with golden threads and standing tall, ignored the people kneeling to him and walked quickly towards the courtyard.

Looking at the tall figure, Nan Xiao couldn't help feeling a little guilty. If it weren't for her, the boss and the prince would have been together long ago.

Qian Kun came forward and leaned his head against her.

"Don't think about it. The boss didn't blame you. And even if we didn't send the letter, Prince Jing would have found it on his own.

Tsk, the boss is a man that no one else can hold on to except her."

At this time in the room, Meng Jiao couldn't help feeling a little proud as she looked at the happy little white dumpling in her arms sucking milk.

She didn't know why her memory was restored, and even DD didn't know either. But it wasn't a big problem. It was just a matter of sleeping with the Lord God. She had been mentally prepared for it.

The little guy is a boy, and his eyes are the same golden color as his father's.

It’s just that the color is very light, but that doesn’t stop Meng Jiao from thinking he is a golden bean, so the little guy has been nicknamed “Bean” since then.

With the system, Meng Jiao immediately gave herself spiritual spring water. Although the child was very well-behaved and did not let her suffer any harm, she felt more at ease if he recovered as soon as possible.

The door of the hut was gently pushed open. Meng Jiao, who was lying on the bed enjoying the changes in her body, thought it was Nan Xiao, and whispered,

"Let everyone go back and rest early. You don't need to stay here. Come back in two days."

Hearing this, Zishu Hexuan paused, his eyes suddenly reddened.

Faced with this voice that had tortured him for nearly two months, he suddenly felt that it was a little unreal.

Since he woke up from his coma, he never returned to the palace.

There was a voice in his mind that strongly reminded him that she was not dead, but he was still afraid to go back to the place without her.

I am afraid to close my eyes, and even more afraid to open them. I am afraid that there will be no sound around me, and I am afraid that I will not see her when I wake up.

It felt like being abandoned by the whole world, so lonely that it suffocated him.

According to the instructions in my heart, I sent people to find her whereabouts. I wanted to rush here as soon as I got the news.

But when I found out that she was pregnant and about to give birth.

At that moment, guilt and heartache intertwined, he wished he could grow wings and fly to her immediately.

But at that moment, he suddenly understood.

Rather than finding her and having a brief peace, what he, as the head of the family, needed to do was to make sure that she no longer had to fear the so-called royal majesty.

He wanted nothing and no one in this world to separate the two of them.

Zishu Hexuan approached quietly, knowing that the person behind the curtain was the one he had been thinking about day and night, and the hand that lifted the curtain could not stop trembling.

My throat was dry and my brain was so cramped and confused that I didn't know what to say.

The next moment, before he could finish his words, a long sword with a cold glow stabbed straight into his chest.

It was at that moment when the curtain was drawn that he finally saw the man with a vigilant look on his face, who was protecting the child in the corner, in the bright candlelight.

It was her, the one he missed so much...

The tears fell silently, and he couldn't control them at all. Zishu Hexuan forced a smile, his voice hoarse,

"Ma'am, I'm late."

Meng Jiao, who already knew that the person coming was him, immediately turned her wrist, and the long sword barely brushed past his clothes on his chest and deflected to the side.

I turned around nervously to ask if he was okay, but someone gently held the back of his neck.

"I'm fine. Lie down first. Tell me slowly. Is there anything wrong?"

Meng Jiao obediently handed the sword in her hand to him and lay down obediently. Even though she knew that the person in front of her was only a part of He Xuan, when she really recovered her memory and saw him with dark circles under his eyes, a tired face, and red eyes, looking distressed about her, she felt strangely refreshed in her heart.

"I, I'm fine."

Zishu Hexuan didn't say anything, his eyes were fixed on her face, and he kept stroking her cheek with his hand, as if to confirm whether she really existed.

Finally defeating the bad self in her heart, Meng Jiao distinguished the two, and immediately softened her heart and took the initiative to rub against his palm.

This touch instantly dispelled the unreality in Zishu Hexuan's heart.

His eyes turned red, and he leaned over and kissed her with trembling lips.

Forehead, eyebrows, nose, mouth, he didn't miss any place, kissing them over and over again.

"I'm sorry, I'm late, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

His lips were cold and dry, and the place where he kissed made Meng Jiao feel a little itchy. He intertwined their fingers, and she wanted to raise her hand to stop him, but she had no choice but to give up.

Finally, when he kissed her lips, she raised her head and responded to him.

"Husband, I'm here."

Zishu Hexuan felt bitter in his heart. He closed his eyes and enjoyed this hard-earned kiss. He was obedient and compassionate. After a long time, they reluctantly separated.

When they separated, he finally calmed down a little, but he still pecked her lips several times reluctantly.

"I seem to have disturbed your rest. Go to sleep. I'll keep an eye on you."

Reaching out and stroking the dark circles under his eyes, Meng Jiao suddenly remembered the little bean she had hidden in a corner.

Gently pulling open the quilt wrapped around him, Meng Jiao patted Zishu He Xuan and told him to read.

"Come quickly, your son is sleeping soundly. I was just wondering how to name him. It's just in time that you're here."

Zishu Hexuan's body stiffened with nervousness. He had actually noticed a corner of the quilt standing up just now, but at that time his eyes were only on the child's mother.

The little guy in the quilt slept peacefully, not affected at all by the two adults staring at him stupidly.

His pink and tender fingers were clenched into small fists, his delicate face was as smooth as cream, his small nose and small eyes were each excellent in their own ways, and anyone who looked at his facial features knew that he would grow up to be a handsome man.

Zishu Hexuan looked at them, his eyes filled with doting, especially when he turned his head and saw his wife who was also looking at the baby. At this moment he truly felt that he had a home again.

"It looks good. It's up to you."

Meng Jiao shook her head.

"No, no, no, it's up to you."

In this life, her appearance can only be said to be pleasing to the eye, not the kind that you can tell is a beauty at first sight, so it is better to just let him be. His face is at least 80% like He Xuan in the space, so handsome.

Zishu Hexuan did not refute. He yawned, leaned over and gently moved the child inside. Then he kicked off his shoes and lay sideways on the other side of Mengjiao.

"Go to sleep. I'll watch over you. If the child makes a fuss at night, I can help you."

The bed was not big to begin with, and we were afraid that the baby would be crushed, so the space for the two of us to sleep was only four feet at most.

He looked exhausted, obviously because he had traveled all night. Meng Jiao was worried that he didn't get enough rest, so she pointed to another bed in the room and said to him,

"You go sleep in that bed. Nan Xiao originally wanted to move in to take care of me at night, and she hasn't slept yet. You should have a good night's rest. I can take care of the child by myself."

Zishu Hexuan shook his head, leaned sideways and moved back. His relaxed brain was actually starting to feel so sleepy that he couldn't think anymore. He just thought that he was squeezing her and making her feel uncomfortable.

"I want to be next to you, I don't take up space, I wanted to hug you, but I don't dare to touch you,

Madam, can I hold your hand while we sleep?