"Yue, Yue'er?"
Yue Shen The smile on his face froze when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth twitched several times.
Later, her husband, that bastard, stood aside, nodded, said "yes", and then directly agreed.
Without hesitation at all, this made her very angry.
Later, after Yue Shen became pregnant, she pestered Zhao Linchuan for three whole days, crying, fussing, rolling around and acting coquettishly. She tried her best and finally forced him to give his daughter the nickname "Yan'er".
So far, a full year has passed.
But she still hasn't been able to swallow this breath completely.
About a quarter of an hour later.
A-Yan's sword dance has come to an end.
The wooden sword in her hand held out a string of sword flowers, she turned around, sheathed the sword and stood up, cupping her fists in a formal salute.
Yan Fei and Yue Shen applauded with appreciation.
Yan Fei smiled and said, "This set of swordsmanship is much more advanced than last time, and both the body technique and the swordsmanship have gained some flavor."
"My A-Yan is really a little genius."
"Indeed." Yue Shen also nodded sincerely, "With such understanding at such an age, your future achievements will be limitless."
A-Yan Hearing the compliment, his face turned red, he pursed his lips and lowered his head in embarrassment.
"Weng--!"
At this moment, a stream of blue-gold light flew from the horizon, silently and at an alarming speed.
The stream of light passed through the layers of clouds and mist, and dissipated the moment it landed on the ground, revealing the delicate and cold face of Jing Ni.
She was wearing a slim-fitting aqua blue dress today, without too many accessories, but even so, she was still so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away.
"Mother!"
A-Yan's eyes lit up, he held the wooden sword in his hand backwards and carried it behind his back. His two little legs ran out quickly, like a kitten waiting to be fed, and threw himself into Jing Ni's arms.
"My good child." Jing Ni took two steps forward, bent down slightly, held A-Yan's armpits with both hands, and hugged her firmly.
She hugged her daughter and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, with a gentle smile on her lips.
Jing Ni carried A-Yan to the stone table and sat down. He put the child on his lap and his tone returned to his usual stern tone.
"A-Yan, did you practice well today?"
"Yes!" A-Yan replied loudly, his voice as clear as a bell.
She clasped her fingers and reported the report in detail:
"This morning, I first studied Daoism with Aunt Xiaomeng for an hour."
"Then I practiced sword practice for an hour in the yard."
"I just learned Yin-Yang Arts from Aunt Yue Shen for an hour!"
"A-Yan hasn't been lazy all day today!"
"A-Yan!" Jing Ni's face turned slightly serious, and his tone was a bit stern, "Xiaomeng is not your aunt, you should call her sister."
A-Yan's voice immediately dropped a bit, lowered his eyelashes, and whispered, "But... Aunt Xiaomeng asked me to shout like this."
"Okay, okay, don't blame the child for this." Yan Fei waved his hand aside and interjected, "Xiaomeng That girl will not be able to escape her husband's hand sooner or later, just like Da Siming and the others."
"A-Yan is not wrong if you shout like that."
"Sister Yan Fei." Jing Ni looked sideways at Yan Fei, frowning slightly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "You spoil her a little too much. If you continue to spoil her like this, she will be spoiled."
"It can't be broken." Yan Fei smiled disapprovingly, picked up the teacup and took a sip, looking at Yue Shen aside, "Isn't it, junior sister?"
"That's right." Yue Shen took over the words with understanding, stroking his belly with one hand and supporting the table with the other to adjust his sitting posture, "A-Yan is the smartest child I have ever seen."
"Sister, please stop teaching her. Children are sensible, but teaching them too much is not good."
"Alas!" Jing Ni closed his eyes, sighed helplessly, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, "This child will be spoiled by you sooner or later."
"Haha." Yan Fei smiled softly, put down the tea cup, raised his finger and pointed to the open space aside, "A-Yan, don't be stunned."
"Go and show your mother the results of your cultivation."
"Otherwise, your mother should say that we are spoiling you and not allowing you to practice properly."
"A-Yan Go right now!" A-Yan responded briskly and was about to jump off Jing Ni's lap.
"Slow down..."
Jing Ni bent down to support her two creaking holes, gently put her on the ground, straightened her clothes, and then let go.
"Mother, watch carefully!" A-Yan held the wooden sword and took fantastic steps. His body was as light as a bamboo leaf, and he fluttered to the center of the open space.
The wooden sword moved horizontally, and the sword's power rose again.
This sword dance is different from before.
A-Yan clearly showed his ability to be at the bottom of the box, each move was a bit more fierce, his clothes were flying, and although the sword energy was weak, there was a hint of artistic conception.
Jing Ni folded his hands on his knees and looked at it quietly for a while, with both pride and a trace of inexplicable distress in his eyebrows.
Her lips moved slightly and she whispered to herself, "This child is good at everything... but he is too sensible."
"I don't want to talk about any pain or tiredness."
Yan Fei and Yue Shen were silent for a moment after hearing this.
They all understand what Jing Ni is feeling distressed about. A-Yan is only three years old, but he is already as sensible as a seven or eight-year-old child.
I never complain about being tired during practice, I never slack off in my homework, I always greet my elders with a smile, I get up and pat the dirt when I fall down, and I don't cry or make a fuss even if I break my skin.
This is not what a normal three-year-old child should look like.
After a while, Yan Fei was the first to break the silence and joked with a smile:
"That's fine. With A-Yan as a role model, I won't be afraid of Yue'er and others being lazy in the future."
"That's right." Yue Shen also came to his senses and answered, "With this eldest sister A-Yan here from now on, I won't be afraid of Yue'er and the others slacking off."
"If these little ones don't obey, let the elder sister discipline them."
"I hope this is a good thing." Jing Ni still had the distressed tone, his eyes followed the small figure under the bamboo shadow, unwilling to move away.
"You, don't think so much." Yan Fei changed the topic at the right time, "By the way, where is your husband?"
"Why haven't you seen him here with you today?"
Jing Ni was startled, and then he couldn't help laughing, and the corners of his mouth raised a narrowing arc.
"Husband?" She lowered her voice and said a little funny, "Eldest sister and Dong'er are too advanced to conceive a child, so they tied him up at home early in the morning."
"Every three to five days, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave the house."
"Ah...?" Yan Fei and Yue Shen were both stunned when they heard this. They looked at me and I looked at you.
After a long while, Yue Shen looked down at his big belly. Yan Fei thought of Yue'er, who was almost one year old, and the two of them burst out laughing at the same time.
"Hahaha...!"