After arranging everything, Ling Chen hired a carriage and sat in the carriage with Qing Yun in his arms. Zhang Yang, Xiang Tao and Xiao Wu protected them and returned to Dulong Mountain.
Qingyun has a residence at the deep foot of Dulong Mountain, which is the place where Xindar used to hide in the mountain, and it is two hours away from Qingcheng Continent.
Although living outside is not as safe as living in Qingcheng Continent, Qingyun is afraid that Ling Chen will find her, so she doesn't want to tell Ling Chen the location of Qingyun Continent yet. That place is a pure land, and she doesn't want anyone to disturb her, including herself or even her favorite person.
Before Xiangtao passed the letter to Xiaojing Feige, Xiaojing had already picked up Ling Ziqing and nurse Zhang Xia in advance.
Running all the way. Qing Yun's body can't run too fast, Ling Chen still has to deal with the news that comes from various places every day. Time on the road slowed down a bit.
On the morning of July 15th, they arrived at Dulong Mountain.
Ling Chen just found out that Ling Ziqing's birthday is July 15th, he was taken aback, "You mean our son's birthday is the Ghost Festival?"
Qingyun said: "Yes. And it's noon."
Ling Chen laughed out loud.
There is a saying in Daxing that children born on the Hungry Ghost Festival are "heavenly fetuses". They are destined to be with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. They have a hard life and a strong aura. They are born in ordinary people's homes and are easy to overcome their parents. Born in emperors' homes, they are born to be overlords. , and it was born at noon.
Noon is the time of the day when the yang energy is the most intense. A man born at this time will have noble people to help him throughout his life.
Ling Chen 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.
Qingyun said: "I heard that people born at this time will kill more people."
Ling Chen nodded: "The emperor's house, which one will kill less? It doesn't matter. When he is twelve years old, let him kill a rooster with one hand."
Ling Chen couldn't wait to see his son now.
This is his first son, and he is twenty-four years old this year before he had his first child.
Qingyun lived in a small wooden building with two floors, and Qingyun and the others were on the second floor.
The yard is full of joy, and there are clusters of garlands of various colors hanging everywhere. The table in the house is full of various fruits. There are some fruits that cannot be seen in Beiyi at all, not even in Daxing. They are from Qingcheng Continent.
Because Ling Chen was coming, Qing Yun had already told everyone in advance not to allow any outsiders to come over. And in the five hundred meters around here, there are people from Tsing Yi Tang.
Qingyun was weak, Ling Chen hugged her 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 everyone kneeling there. There was a little boy standing in the middle of the room, wearing a bright red shirt with dark red ingot water patterns embroidered on it. On the top of his head was a circle of peach-shaped hair, surrounded by Clean shaved, with a thin braid hanging down the back of his head.
He had a piece of sweet cake in his mouth, and when he saw that someone had forgotten to eat it, he narrowed his slender eyes slightly, looking at Ling Chen with a look of vigilance.
Qingyun struggled to get off Ling Chen, reached out and patted Ling Ziqing: "Qing'er, come to mother."
Seeing Qingyun, Ling Ziqing froze for a moment, threw the pastry in his hand into Qingyun's arms.
Qingyun picked him up and kissed him on the face carelessly. Ling Ziqing held Qingyun's face and giggled.
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 that this was his mother.
After the mother and son finished making out, Qing Yun thought of Ling Chen.
Ling Chen stood there at first, then sat down, but no one paid any attention to him. He has never been so neglected by Qingyun.
He remembered in his mind that every time Qingyun saw his nympho look, he couldn't help sighing secretly.
Qingyun said: "Qing'er, this is your father."
Qingyun knows that the current emperor of Daxing is Huo Jingyun, although everyone still calls him the emperor when they see Ling Chen. But everyone knew that he was no longer the emperor, and it was safe for both of them to let Ling Ziqing call Ling Chen's father like ordinary people.
Ling Ziqing stared blankly at Ling Chen, but didn't call him.
Ling Chen stretched out his hand to touch his face, Ling Ziqing leaned back in disgust.
Qingyun said: "It's 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 looked like he wasn't taking kindly to him.
Qingyun put Ling Ziqing down and watched everyone prepare their lunch, Ling Chen said: "You are not in good health, don't move anywhere, just let them prepare. Take a rest."
After traveling all the way, Qingyun was indeed a little tired. Xiaojing prepared hot water, Qingyun waited for Ling Chen to finish bathing, Xiaojing changed the water, and Qingyun also finished bathing. She came out of the bathroom, her hair was still dripping and said to Ling Chen: "Look at Qing'er, I'll squint for a while."
Ling Chen nodded, saw her dripping hair, pulled Qing Yun 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."
Qingyun thought for a while and said, "Okay."
Everyone knew that Qing Yun was Ling Chen's woman and had children, but Qing Yun really didn't marry Ling Chen.
Qingyun's hair was hanging there, and she fell asleep. Ling Chen wiped her half dry and wrapped it with a clean towel.
Xiaojing took everyone in the kitchen to prepare meals and Ling Ziqing to catch things for the week.
Ling Chen looked at Ling Ziqing playing with a wooden snake in his hand, which was painted with seven colors.
The nanny Zhang Xia looked at Ling Ziqing while wiping the table. Ling Chen was here, and she felt cautious, "I'll go see how they are preparing." She took a chance and walked out.
Seeing that there was no one else around, Ling Chen leaned closer to Ling Ziqing, and whispered flatteringly, "Qing'er, call me father, be good." He followed Qing Yun's example, his voice soft and greasy.
Ling Ziqing looked at him strangely, but didn't respond.
Ling Chen saw that flattery seemed useless, so he snatched the little snake from Ling Ziqing's hand: "Quick, call father and I'll give it to you..."
Before he finished speaking, Ling Ziqing burst into tears with a loud "wow", as if someone had stabbed him hard!
In an instant, footsteps came from upstairs and downstairs!
"What happened?"
"What's the matter, little boy?"
Qingyun also hurriedly came out from 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 awkwardly, and glared at Ling Ziqing: "You villain!" He put down the little snake and hurried into the back room. .
Ling Ziqing only howled, and continued to play with the little snake as if nothing had happened.
Qingyun looked at everyone and said: "It's okay, you go to work quickly, I will look at him."
He carried Ling Ziqing into the back room and let him lie on the bed to play, she said to Ling Chen: "He is not familiar with you yet, take your time."
Ling Chen leaned on the bed to rest, watching Qing Yun leaning there teasing his son, his heart was extremely satisfied.
The so-called family happiness, that's all.