mtl008 Chapter 85 Rebellious Officials of the Former Dynasty 17
Chapter 85 Rebellious Officials of the Former Dynasty 17
Although Xiao Yao felt that her wedding day was slightly affected by bringing back a little dumpling after going out, she did not regret it.
This child is so pitiful. Despite being of noble birth, he is timid and he clung to his Ninth Madam's clothes when he first entered the mansion.
Seeing his appearance, Xiao Yao felt extremely sorry for him and even started feeding him herself.
But this was ultimately no match for Ling Yi's actions.
Standing in the courtyard, Xiao Yao looked up at the two children, one big and one small, playing happily on the roof, her voice tinged with resentment: "What time is it? Still playing on the roof? Go and get some rest!"
They went up to play without him, that's outrageous!
The joyful laughter of the children echoed in the mansion. Ange'er, lying on the roof tiles, waved to Xiao Yao: "Ninth Grandfather, come up here quickly!"
Behind him, Lingyi held his small belt to prevent him from accidentally slipping down.
Xiao Yao watched this scene with a detached gaze and scoffed, "Ninth Grandfather has no wings, he can't fly!"
So Ange looked up at his great-grandmother and said, "Great-Grandpa, Feifei!"
Ling Yi glanced down at Xiao Yao with a half-smile: "Your Ninth Grandfather is getting old and doesn't like Fei Fei anymore."
Xiao Yao took two deep breaths in anger, finally hardening her face: "What time is it and you're still not asleep? An'er, come down!"
He paused, then lowered his voice slightly: "You come down too!"
Children have the most acute senses. Although An'ge heard Xiao Yao yelling at him, he couldn't detect any anger in his voice, so he laughed even more happily!
"I won't sleep!"
Ling Yi looked at the sullen little frog on the ground, remained silent for a moment, then grabbed An Ge'er by the belt and flew down from the roof. Then, under the incredulous gaze of the little boy, she handed him into Xiao Yao's arms and silently went back to her room and closed the door.
"Ninth Grandmother..." Amid Xiao Yao's sinister laughter, An Ge'er helplessly clung to the door.
"Go ahead and scream, even if you scream your lungs out, your Ninth Grandma won't come to save you. Go take a bath!" Xiao Yao patted his little bottom and sneered.
"do not want!"
The child's panicked laughter echoed in the courtyard before Xiao Yao threw him into the bathtub for a wash.
After the long bath, Xiao Yao put the little guy on the bed, covered his rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes: "Go to sleep, or I won't give Feifei any tomorrow!"
"Okay." An'ge'er obediently closed his eyes, and after a while asked softly, "Grandpa Jiu, will An'ge'er be able to see you and Grandma Jiu tomorrow morning?"
“Okay.” A hint of desolation flashed across Xiao Yao’s face, but his voice was incredibly gentle: “Grandma Jiu will take you horseback riding tomorrow.”
"Okay."
Xiao Yao only got up and left after the child's breathing became even.
Seeing the wet nurse waiting quietly outside, he whispered, "Don't rush to teach An'ge'er the rules."
He walked away without looking back as his wet nurse's face turned deathly pale.
When he returned to the room, he saw Ling Yi holding a carving knife and carving something.
Under the lamplight, the woman's expression was as gentle as spring water.
As wood shavings fell, a lifelike little figure emerged.
The little boy looks exactly like Ange'er, smiling so wide his eyes are almost closed – exactly the most endearing look for a child his age.
Xiao Yao tiptoed to Ling Yi's side, rested his chin on his hand, and quietly watched her carve. Only after the little figure was completely finished did he whisper, "Thank you."
Ling Yi pressed the little doll against his face before continuing to polish with the animal hide: "No need to thank me, I like An Ge'er very much too."
No matter what kind of human child they are, artificial intelligence will show them the greatest tolerance.
In her underlying logic, children possess the highest right to survival in the human world.
What's more, Ange'er is such a lovely child.
Xiao Yao nuzzled Ling Yi's shoulder affectionately, her voice tinged with confusion and a sob: "How did it turn out like this?"
How could my kind and gentle elder brother be dying so soon?
His wife, his son, everything he cherished...
In this world, good people are never allowed to get what they want.
Ling Yi stroked his hair and said softly, "Life and death are matters beyond human control. Those who survive also have things to do."
As Xiao Yao listened to her calm demeanor, her sadness slowly dissipated.
He's an optimistic person by nature; otherwise, he wouldn't be laughing like a fool all the time.
Grasping Ling Yi's hand that was stroking him, Xiao Yao kissed it heavily without a care in the world: "What a beautiful little thing, teach me how to do it, okay? When we have children in the future, we'll carve them for them too!"
Ling Yi paused, glancing sideways at Xiao Yao: "No, because I can't have children."
The moment she entered this world, her body was replaced by her data stream.
As is widely known, artificial intelligence cannot reproduce.
Xiao Yao paused, then said casually, "Oh, then I'll carve one for you to see later."
He nuzzled Ling Yi's cheek like a small animal, his warm breath softly enveloping her heart.
"We're good enough with just each other. Kids are scary; they're smelly, can't control their bladder and bowels, drool, and scream for no reason. We should just look at other people's kids and never raise one ourselves!"
As he spoke, he became frightened, and his little face turned pale.
Seeing the panic in his eyes, Ling Yi couldn't help but kiss him on the cheek: "Okay, I'll teach you."
She held Xiao Yao's hand, carefully controlling the pressure of the carving knife, her expression serious.
Unfortunately, she wasn't teaching any good students. Not only did they often lose focus, but they also practically buried their bodies in her arms.
In the end, this rebellious student became even more audacious and lured his teacher to bed. His fingertips unconsciously changed shape as he whispered in his teacher's ear, asking if the pressure was right.
The sound and the actions were too unbearable and too shameful, and were eventually stopped by the teacher's violence. The teacher took control and gave the student a profound lesson.
With one hand stroking her long hair, Ling Yi looked down at Xiao Yao, whose face grew increasingly red and whose eyes became increasingly bright.
The piece of wood outside the bed curtains, with only a broken piece of wood, looked on helplessly at everything before rolling onto the floor and disappearing deep into the wool carpet.
Ling Yi gave the disobedient student a stern lecture, which caused her to wake up a little late the next day.
When a warm little hand carefully touched her cheek, Ling Yi, like a biting tiger, wrapped the cautious little one in the blanket, nuzzling her head against his round little belly, making the little one laugh happily.
Xiao Yao picked up the tiny figure that looked exactly like him that the little brat had left on the ground, shook his head with his hands behind his back, and said, "Immature, really too immature!"
This family really needs him, a mature adult, to hold it up!