The snow doesn't stop.
Zhao Wujiang returned to Prince Yin's Mansion and walked into the small courtyard.
The smoke of fireworks was blowing towards his face, and he could feel the joy inside the house while he was outside.
This trip brought Linlang back from the Qingqiu Fox Clan, and now she has another family member living in her place.
Linlang and Xuanyuan Jing had known each other since they were in Daolian's Secret Realm. They even called Sister Lin and Sister Jing affectionately. They had also discussed with their enemies the method of "cutting off and curing the disease permanently" with their enemies.
They even jointly oppressed Zhao Wujiang.
Now, after not seeing each other for a long time, we met again and were a little more intimate.
Xuanyuan Jing introduced Linlang's identity to each other, as well as Dugu Mingyue's identity.
The three girls laughed and chatted, while Qing'er listened with big eyes and learned from their experience.
Xiao Nianxia was sitting on a high chair, scribbling and drawing on various ancient books, babbling, immersed in her own little world, completely unable to understand what her mother-in-law, aunt, and the sudden appearance of Sanniang were saying. What.
It would be great if time could park here.
Zhao Wujiang stood outside the house, with snowflakes falling on his shoulders and head. The tip of his nose was red, his long eyelashes were covered with traces of white frost, and the corners of his mouth raised a gentle arc.
He just stood quietly, not knocking on the door for a while.
He couldn't bear to knock on the door for fear of ruining the atmosphere in the house. He wanted to see more and feel more.
Inside the room, Xuanyuan Jing, who was laughing and chatting with her sisters, turned her eyes and glanced at the door. She stood up and took a few steps to open the door.
It was snowing heavily outside and the wind was freezing. Zhao Wujiang, covered in wind and snow, smiled at her.
"What are you standing for?" Xuanyuan Jing took Zhao Wujiang's hand, pulled him into the house, closed the door, and said reproachfully:
"There is no need to cultivate to keep out the cold. Others forget that they are mortals. I think you are doing the opposite, forgetting that you are a monk..."
"Daddy!" Xiao Nianxia, who was as delicate as a porcelain doll, held up a piece of drawing paper and waited for her father's praise.
The ink on the drawing paper is thick and colorful. I don’t know what it is painted on. It is obviously very messy, but it makes those who see it suddenly feel calm.
Zhao Wujiang melted away the wind, snow and ice cold on his body, and then he picked up his daughter Xiao Nianxia.
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"How's my daughter? My daughter is my father's little cotton-padded jacket. In this cold winter, I, Li Chunjun, am in need of a little cotton-padded jacket."
Li Chunjun held Xiu Niang in his arms and gently stroked Xiu Niang's belly.
She did it day after day, making love as much as she wanted without wearing a fish bladder. Two days ago, Xiu Niang felt unwell. After being diagnosed by her doctor, she found out that she was pregnant.
He, Li Chunjun, is going to be a father.
Xiu Niang asked him whether he preferred a son or a daughter.
In fact, he can do it all and likes it all.
Sons and daughters are not that important, what is important is having children with the people you love.
Whether it’s a son or a daughter, it’s all love.
Parents are true love, children are accidents and unexpected joys.
And the reason why he replied that Xiu Niang likes his daughter is because he hopes to be harmonious and beautiful in the future. He has been practicing swordplay all his life and has endured so much hardship. If he is a son and wants to take over his mantle, what will happen to him? Practice swordsmanship diligently day after day.
It would be much better to be a daughter, she should look like a beautiful lady, be a daughter's house, learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and be a lady of the family, or learn nothing, give her whatever she likes, and live a peaceful and happy life. .
There is no need to endure so much hardship. In the end, the suffering is not proportional to the reward, resulting in disappointment and unwillingness.
Li Chunjun has already lived this kind of life, and he doesn't want his children to do the same.
Xiu Niang had a graceful figure and was pregnant for the first time. She had not yet shown her pregnancy. She punched Li Chunjun twice and said angrily:
"You don't like him as a son?"
"I also like it." Li Chunjun hugged Xiuniang tightly:
"It's just that men will inevitably go out to fight and kill, which will make people worried.
It's not good for you to worry about me before and then worry about your son in the future. "
"Then if my daughter gets married in the future, won't you cry? If she marries far away, won't you worry? You won't be worried?" Xiu Niang raised her red lips:
"If your daughter is bullied, wouldn't you be worried?"
Li Chunjun suddenly had a serious face:
"Whoever dares to bully my daughter will be killed with my sword."
"When the child grows up, your sword may be blunt." Xiuniang leaned in Li Chunjun's arms and joked:
"Maybe your sword is dull now..."
