MTL - Allure of the World-Chapter 327 Family Fun

After all this was arranged, Ling Chen hired a carriage and sat on the carriage with Qingyun in his arms. Zhang Yang, Xiang Tao and Xiao Wu guarded them and returned to Dulong Mountain.

Qingyun has a residence in the deep foothills of Dulong Mountain, which is where Sindar used to live in the mountains. It is two hours away from Qingcheng Continent.

Although living outside is not as safe as living in Qingcheng Continent, Qingyun is afraid that Lingchen will find her, so she does not want to tell Lingchen the location of Qingyun Continent. That place is a pure land, and she doesn't want anyone to disturb her, including herself and even her favorite people.

Before Xiangtao passed a book to Xiaojing Feige, Xiaojing had already picked up Ling Ziqing and Nanny Zhang Xia in advance.

Walk all the way. Qing Yun's body couldn't run too fast, Ling Chen also had to deal with the news that came from various places every day. The time on the road was slower.

On the morning of July 15th, they arrived at Dulong Mountain.

Ling Chen just found out that Ling Ziqing's birthday was on the fifteenth day of the seventh month.

Qing Yun said: "Yes. And it's noon."

Ling Chen laughed.

There is a saying in Daxing that the child born on the Mid-Autumn Festival is a "celestial fetus", who is related to the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, has a hard life and a strong aura, and is born in a mortal family. The imperial family is a natural overlord, and he was born at noon.

Noon is the time when the yang energy is the heaviest in the day. Men are born at this time and have noble people to help them all their lives.

Ling Chen has lived in the palace since he was a child, knowing these things, although he is not superstitious about them, he is happy in his heart.

Qing Yundao: "I heard that people born at this time will be killed more."

Ling Chen nodded: "The emperor's house, which one will kill less? It doesn't matter. When he is twelve years old, let him hold a **** to death with one hand."

Ling Chen couldn't wait to see his son.

This is his first son, he is twenty-four years old this year, and has his first child.

The place where Qingyun lives is a small wooden building with two floors. Qingyun and the others are on the second floor.

The yard is beaming, and there are clusters of garlands of various colors hanging everywhere. The table that entered the house was filled with various fruits. There are some fruits that can't be seen in Beiyi at all, not even in Daxing, they are in Qingcheng Continent.

Because Ling Chen was coming, Qing Yun had already instructed everyone in advance that no outsiders would come. And in the 500 meters around here, there are people from Tsing Yi Tang.

Qing Yun was weak, so Ling Chen picked her up when he entered the door.

The people in the room immediately knelt down and put their heads on the ground.

Ling Chen entered the door and saw that everyone was kneeling there. In the middle of the room stood a little boy, wearing a big red shirt with dark red ingot water patterns embroidered on it. A peach-shaped ring of hair, neatly shaved around, with a tiny braid hanging down the back of her head.

He was nibbling on a piece of sweet cake in his mouth, and when he saw that someone had forgotten to eat it, his slender eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Ling Chen with a vigilant expression on his face.

Qing Yun struggled to get off Ling Chen, reached out and patted Ling Ziqing: "Qing'er, come to mother."

Ling Ziqing froze when she saw Qingyun, threw the cake in her hand and threw it into Qingyun's arms.

Qingyun hugged him and kissed him casually on the face. Ling Ziqing giggled while holding Qing Yun's face.

When he first saw his mother, he felt a little strange, thinking that this beautiful woman looked familiar, when Qingyun gently called his name and kissed him, he immediately remembered This is his mother.

The mother and son were finished making out, Qingyun thought of Ling Chen.

Ling Chen started to stand there, then sat down, still no one paid him any attention. He has never been so neglected by Qingyun.

He remembered in his mind Qingyun every time he saw his **** in the past, he couldn't help sighing secretly.

Qing Yun said: "Qing'er, this is your father."

Qing Yun knew that now the emperor of Daxing was Huo Jingyun, even though everyone met Ling Chen, they still called him emperor. But everyone knew that he was not considered an emperor now, so it was safe for them both to let Ling Ziqing call Ling Chen's father like ordinary people.

Ling Ziqing stared blankly at Ling Chen, not calling him.

Ling Chen reached out and touched his face, Ling Ziqing leaned back in disgust.

Qing Yun said: "This is the first time he sees you, and he is not familiar with you."

Ling Chen reached out to hug him, but Ling Ziqing resisted. It seems that he is not friendly to him.

Qingyun put down Ling Ziqing and watched everyone prepare for lunch at noon, Ling Chen said: "You are not well, don't move anywhere, just let them prepare. You take a rest."

Traveling all the way, Qingyun is indeed a little tired. Xiaojing prepared hot water for him, Qingyun waited for Ling Chen to finish bathing, Xiaojing changed the water, and Qingyun also finished bathing. She walked out of the bathroom, her hair still dripping with water, and said to Ling Chen, "Look at Qing'er, I'll squint for a while."

Ling Chen nodded, saw her dripping hair, pulled Qingyun over, and wiped her hair with a towel.

"Qingyun, in a few days, let's hold a ceremony. I want to marry you. Although the ceremony is not as grand as before, I should give you a ceremony."

Qing Yun thought about it and said, "Okay."

Everyone knew that Qing Yun was Ling Chen's woman and had children, but Qing Yun was not married to Ling Chen.

Qingyun's hair was hanging down there, and she fell asleep. Ling Chen wiped her half dry and wrapped it in a clean towel.

Xiaojing brought everyone in the kitchen to prepare meals and Ling Ziqing to catch things for the week.

Ling Chen looked at a snake made of wood that Ling Ziqing was playing with. It was painted with seven colors.

Nanny Zhang Xia wiped the table while looking at Ling Ziqing, Ling Chen was here, she felt restrained, "I'll go and see how they've prepared." She took a chance and walked out.

Ling Chen saw that there was no one else around, so he approached Ling Ziqing and said in a low voice, "Qing'er, call him father, be good." He imitated Qingyun's appearance, his voice soft and greasy.

Ling Ziqing looked at him strangely, but did not respond.

Ling Chen saw that it was useless to please, so he snatched the little snake from Ling Ziqing's hand: "Quick, call my father and I'll give it to you..."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Ziqing cried with a "wow", with a loud voice, as if someone had been stabbed with a needle!

In an instant, the sound of footsteps upstairs and downstairs kicked in!

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

"What's the matter, little boy?"

Qing Yun also hurriedly came out of the back room and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ling Chen was holding a small snake in his hand and was desperately stuffing it into Ling Ziqing's arms. When he saw everyone coming in, he stood there embarrassedly and glared at Ling Ziqing: "You little man!" Put the snake down and hurried into the back room.

Ling Ziqing only howled, and continued to pick up the little snake and play as if nothing was wrong.

Qingyun looked at everyone and said, "It's alright, you all go to work, I'll watch him."

He carried Ling Ziqing into the back room and let him lie on the bed to play, she said to Ling Chen, "He's not familiar with you yet, so take your time."

Ling Chen rested on the bed, watching Qingyun leaning there and teasing his son, his heart was extremely satisfied.

The so-called family happiness is just that.