roccoschili Chapter 175 Bringing the Whole Family
Chapter 175 Bringing the Whole Family
Between Sword Inquiry Peak and Weapon Refining Peak are several small peaks, among which the most beautiful one is called Mingxiu Peak, which is slightly closer to Weapon Refining Peak.
These small peaks are all residences and pavilions, usually used as rewards or for disciples of special status to live in.
The buildings and scenery there were no less impressive than those in Maple Forest Garden. Fu Xun returned the viewing mirror to the hall master, feeling quite satisfied.
The head of the affairs office asked respectfully, "I wonder if the chief is satisfied with Ming Xiufeng?"
Fu Xun: "Hmm, Mingxiu Peak is very good. When can we move there?"
The head of the affairs hall secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fu Xun's identity was something they could never afford to offend. With a smile on his face, he replied, "This Jufang Palace is well taken care of. You can move in in an hour!"
With that settled, Fu Xun, holding the token which served as a key, disappeared under the respectful gazes of everyone in the affairs hall.
However, he reappeared at Mingxiu Peak a few moments later, so I still need to go and check on him myself to feel at ease.
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Maple Forest Garden.
"Junior Sister Lin, thank you for your trouble." Leng Huan thanked Lin Miaoyan. Because Yun Du was still sleeping, Leng Huan couldn't leave on his own, so he had just asked Lin Miaoyan to go to the main peak to bring Sang Biao's family back.
"Senior Sister Leng, you're too kind. I'd also like to see Sang Biao." The one Lin Miao was holding was... one of Sang Biao's recent litter of cubs, as tall as Sang Biao himself.
Leng Huan was speechless for a moment. They really have a lot of children.
"Zuo Zuo, Sang Biao... are you all alright?"
Sang Biao: "Woof woof! Woof!"
I'm doing well! Long time no see, sir.
Leng Huan rubbed Sang Biao's smooth fur. Beside him, Xiao Bai and the other two large wolfhounds, one yellow and one white, squatted obediently. At first glance, their expressions were exactly the same: silly.
"Xiao Bai, it's been a long time," Leng Huan said, patting each of them on the head like a shaman bestowing blessings, and flicking Xiao Bai's ear. "Tsk, you've really had a tough time. Why don't you two discuss not having any more children..."
It gave birth to four litters in total, with the last litter having two puppies, averaging three puppies per litter, for a total of twelve adult wolfhounds.
The Fairy of the Misty Mountains' villa is now "overrun with dogs." Leng Huan, without any conscience, guessed that perhaps the initial novelty had worn off, and Ji Linlang was probably going to have a breakdown from dealing with more than a dozen wolfhounds every day.
This thing will destroy your house!
Perhaps it was Sang Biao's cries that woke Yun Du. Hearing a voice calling "Mother" from inside the house, Leng Huan hurriedly ran in.
Xiao Yundu sat on the bed rubbing his eyes, feeling uneasy in the unfamiliar surroundings. If his mother had arrived any later, he would have been met with a deafening roar of grief.
"Yun Du, your mother is here. Did you sleep well?"
Following her voice, a series of "woof woof woof" sounds immediately drew Yun Du's attention.
"Mommy, it's... a big dog!" Matching the cartoon image in her mind, Yun Du's eyes lit up. "It's a real dog!"
"..." Leng Huan carried him off the bed. "This is the Sang Biao family that I told you about before."
Upon hearing this, Yun Du met Sang Biao's eyes, blinked, and then tentatively reached out to touch the dog's head. Finding that it didn't bite, she exclaimed in surprise, "Mother, Sang Biao really doesn't bite."
Sang Biao: "Woof, woof..." The dog's eyes are still clear and foolish, I don't bite.
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As the sun began to set, Fu Xun inspected the new residence, arranged the main courtyard, and made sure there were no problems before heading to Maple Forest Garden.
The maple tree's green canopy resembled a giant umbrella, and beneath it, a child nearing three years old was playing enthusiastically with several wolfhounds. Beside the stone table, Leng Huan was spreading out specially made stationery and picking up his pen.
Fu Xun slowly approached and stood beside her without making a sound to disturb her.
Lin Miaoyan adored Yun Du. She would glance at Yun Du from time to time and then at the two adults over there. She never imagined that one day they would actually have such a big child!
My heart was filled with a gossipy curiosity, like a cat's claws scratching an itch, yet I dared not ask.
It's really tough being a badger to not be able to eat a melon right in front of you.
I don't know how others gossip, but Leng Huan is also struggling with how to talk about these things.
After writing for a long time without writing a single word, Leng Huan saw Fu Xun arrive and wanted to grab the culprit and beat him up.
The jade pen rested on the pen holder with a "snap," Leng Huan cupped his face in his hands and rested them on the table, then said irritably, "This is so annoying, how am I supposed to write a letter home?"
"..." Fu Xun then dared to move, slowly sat down next to the person, and asked, "Do you need me to write it for you?"
Leng Huan glanced at him and asked, "Can you write?"
Seeing him nod, Leng Huan suddenly picked up a pen and shoved it into his hand, saying, "Here, take the pen. If you're so good, you do it."
Fu Xun: "..." It's not impossible to write it if you really want to.
He took the paper, hesitated for a long time, and before putting pen to paper, he looked at Leng Huan again. She was truly waiting for him to write, so—
His writing flowed smoothly and concisely, but when Leng Huan looked at him closely, everything went black.
Aside from the honorifics, the letter contained only one sentence: "My son is three years old, celebrating his wedding on the Mid-Autumn Festival."
It's only April now, summer is almost here, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is just four months away.
"You're being too particular..." Leng Huan collapsed and covered his head in despair.
Fu Xun put down his pen, looking very serious. "Since we're going to meet anyway, there's no need for further explanation. Let's get straight to the point."
Leng Huan was actually persuaded by him. He took a pen and added the words "To Uncle" in large characters, then sealed it up hastily and had a servant disciple deliver it.
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Leng Huan originally wanted to send a letter to Wang Chen alone, inviting him to the wedding ceremony, but Fu Xun told her that the sect would invite all the immortal sects in the world, and Huan Yue Immortal Sect was naturally on the list. Leng Huan gave up the idea of sending a letter, and Wang Chen would come on his own after receiving the news.
Forget about writing letters, haha, we agreed that the engagement was just a delaying tactic, but now it's really happening!
"Thinking about it now, it's kind of like a slap in the face..." Leng Huan thought to himself, complaining about his complicated and spiraling life.
Feeling her hand being gripped tightly, she looked up and met Fu Xun's gaze. Then she saw Yun Du being held by him. Oh well, things had come to this point, so she had no choice but to go all the way.
The family of three walked slowly towards the main hall, as they always had to pay their respects to the abbot upon their return.
Thinking back to the last time, ah, the last time was more than ten years ago, I was leading Sang Biao and his family, and this time...
"Senior Sister Leng, you're finally back!" The servant disciple outside the hall shouted with joy. "The elders have been waiting for a long time."
When they left the main peak, the big shots were still in a meeting. It was only when Fu Xun arrived that Leng Huan confirmed Jiang Ruoyu's return.
Fu Xun put Yun Du down, and Leng Huan took his hand, looking into his eyes and smiling, "Yun Du, we'll see Grandmaster soon. Do you remember what Mother said?"
"I remember." Yun Du nodded, her little tuft of hair on her head bobbing slightly. "I'll greet my master first, don't be shy."
"Right, that is it."
Two adults led the children into the hall, one on each side. Jiang Ruoyu watched them enter, her eyes narrowed, and she focused her gaze on Yun Du with a smile on her face.
With a face as white as a chrysanthemum, Jiang Ruoyu's wrinkled face was very kind. "Come quickly, oh dear! Little Yundu, come quickly and let your grandmaster take a look."
Yun Du remembered his mother's words, first politely greeting her, and then being picked up by Jiang Ruoyu. Jiang Ruoyu nodded repeatedly, showing great affection for the child.
Yun Du could only force a smile, his round face stiff. He really couldn't handle overly enthusiastic people. He glanced at his mother. Leng Huan returned a helpless look.
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