Xia Ji did nothing, just being held like an ordinary baby.
However, if he is willing, he can let his original power come into this small body at any time and transform himself in a very short time.
But if you have truly lived for more than 1,500 years, have wielded a sword day and night for hundreds of years, have fought among countless demons and ghosts without any commitment and future, have followed the ghost tide and wandered by the underworld, I have seen the reincarnation platform across time and space crushing countless souls. When you return to the human world, you will feel a sense of indifference.
You will not get angry because of many things, nor will you do anything impatiently or express anything.
If your heart has been stored for eternity, if your body has flowed through the long river of death, and you have only counted numbers and thought of one person day and night, you will understand that a few years, even ten years, or even decades are just a snap of your fingers.
You care about the snap of your fingers, but you are no longer impatient.
…
The carriage entered the Qi Palace.
The wind blows the lotus root flowers in the July Pond, passes through the cloister, bypasses the painting building, touches the red railing, and then enters the courtyard as deep as the sea.
The palace maid hurried to the courtyard with the baby boy wrapped in red silk in her arms.
This is a courtyard in a corner of the harem.
Position is the degree of favor.
And the concubine who lives here must be extremely unloved.
The palace maid held the baby boy and pushed open the palace door.
The frail face of a bedridden concubine was revealed behind the door.
Her labor was complete, but the pain still lingered.
But she ignored the pain, and her weak face showed anxiety without any impurities for a moment.
"Child... my child..."
The palace maid handed the baby boy back.
The concubine, like a mother leopard, quickly picked up the child and held it in her arms as carefully as a treasure.
The palace maid said calmly: "The Queen has seen this child and thinks that this child is very good, so she named him Yu, so she called him Qi Yu."
The concubine was stunned for a moment.
stupid
How can any royal prince be named after "Fool"
So, she said: "The name of the prince should be given by the emperor, and the queen should not do it for him."
There was a hint of sarcasm on the palace lady's lips: "The emperor has promised."
After saying that, the two palace maids left the palace without stopping at all.
Today is the time when two concubines are pregnant at the same time, and the emperor is there but not here, which once again illustrates the situation of favor.
The door is closed…
The skylight was blocked out.
The concubine was stunned for a long time, and then she started crying while holding the baby boy in her arms. She was not strong to begin with.
After crying for a while, it actually calmed down.
Although her expression was still sad, it was a little softer and firmer because of maternal love.
She was afraid of frightening the baby boy in her arms, so she wiped away her tears and forced herself to laugh through her tears. She looked at the carved baby boy in her arms, carefully protected him, and then spoke to him: "Mom was just playing with it. It’s okay, it’s okay.”
As she spoke, she lifted up her clothes and started doing what a mother should do.
Xia Ji sucked breast milk. If he doesn't regain his strength now, he really needs the nutrition of breast milk to grow up.
Having an extra mother-in-law and a reasonable identity also provides conditions for him to smoothly integrate into the world.
only…
What kind of palace is this
he thought.
And soon, after he was fed, the mother-in-law began to hum a little tune to coax him to sleep.
Xia Ji opened his eyes. He wasn't used to sleeping yet. He hadn't slept in a thousand years.
However, strangely enough, the frail body that had never regained its strength soon felt tired.
Fatigue made Xia Ji's consciousness begin to drift, and his small fists that were always clenched slowly expanded.
There are no more flare explosions, solar plume circulation, corona bubbles, and red and white soup-like source worlds with extremely high temperatures, even far exceeding magma.
Instead, a soft quilt covered the back of the hand as if weightlessly, and it was a human mother humming a sleeping song with love.
His eyelids felt heavy and slowly drooped, blocking the light.
But this is not darkness, but a warm dream.
Xia Ji sighed silently in his heart: It's great.
It was the first time in a thousand years that he fell asleep.
He slept soundly.
After waking up, he saw his mother's maid.
He couldn't help but stare at the maid.
She is not tall, only 1.5 meters, with crystal clear skin, petite and soft. She is wrapped in a palace maid's clothes, with long soft hair hanging down around her waist, and a somewhat cute look between her eyebrows.
The concubine's mood finally improved: "Sister Wu, Xiaoyu likes you very much. He has been looking at you."
"Ah..." Xiao Wu ran over and looked at the baby boy in the concubine's arms carefully and curiously.
The baby boy's eyes were staring at her with purring eyes.
The two looked at each other for a moment.
Xiao Wudao: "I like him too."
"That's great." The concubine felt warm in her heart.
This concubine is none other than Hua Xiaochan, who picked up Xiao Wu from the street many years ago and married her into the palace.
The reason why Xia Ji stared at Xiao Wu was very simple, because... Xiao Wu was exactly the same as Xia Xiaosu.
Hua Xiaochan looked at the baby boy in her arms and said, "From now on, she will be your aunt Wu. You must not treat her as a servant. Ah, do you understand, Xiaoyu?"
Xia Ji grumbled and blinked. He always remembered that he was a baby. Babies can't speak. Moreover, his vocal organs have not yet fully grown and his pronunciation can still produce simple syllables.
So he made a strange babbling sound to show that he understood.
As a result, Hua Xiaochan looked worried.
"Sister Wu, I think Xiaoyu is sick. Why doesn't he cry?"
"This is simple." Xiao Wubian said as he walked over, tilted his head slightly, stared at the baby boy's little butt and said, "Just give it a couple of spanks."
Hua Xiaochan:! ! !
Xiaowu raised his hand and said in a calm tone: "I'll give it a try."
Hua Xiaochan took a breath, instinctively stretched out her hand to protect the baby boy, and said hurriedly: "No, no, no, babies who don't cry are pretty good. I'll just turn around and let the imperial doctor take a look."
Xiao Wu said "Oh" and stopped.
Xia Ji didn't look at her again.
This girl is obviously exactly the same as Xia Xiaosu, why is her personality different
He became sluggish, like a robot, as if there was something wrong with his brain.
Moreover, when I left, Xiao Su was the uncrowned king of the north. How could she be a maid here
There were too many questions. He thought about it for a while, and suddenly felt hungry in his belly. An instinctive sense of grievance came to his heart, and he began to cry loudly, with tears streaming down both sides.
Xiaowu looked at him crying curiously.
Hua Xiaochan panicked, but soon she remembered that as a mother, she could only do three things.
Breastfeeding first.
Second boo boo.
Shake the third.
Three of them take turns, and one of them is always right.
Hua Xiaochan tried from the first one, and this time she succeeded immediately.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly her face showed joy. She just said that her son would not cry, and now he was crying. She couldn't help but smile sincerely, and looked at Xia Ji tenderly, holding that tenderness in her hands. I'm afraid of dropping it, and I'm afraid it will melt if I hold it in my mouth. I want to pamper it as much as possible.
Because, if there is no accident, this son will be his only support and his only relative in the future.
The emperor has not been able to look at his son until now. Hua Xiaochan was already heartbroken. She sniffed her nose. The distant wind in the hall faintly carried the smell of the flames of the alchemy furnace, the smell of medicinal herbs, and some Loud voices…
Hua Xiaochan was not surprised.
The emperor wanted to live forever, and the sect's national master helped him refine the elixir, which was the golden elixir of yellow and white elixir.
but…
The king is not a king, and the minister is not a minister. How can that national master look like a master
While walking, even the palace maids looked like they wanted to strip off their clothes and throw away their nakedness, but when they saw the imperial concubines, they didn't restrain themselves.
But the emperor didn't even care.
To be precise, now... the sect is the sky.
Dynasties, even mortal families, dignitaries, rich people, from the ladies of every family to the jade of a small family, as long as someone from the sect takes a fancy, there is a high probability that they will be taken away directly.
The process of taking it was not a forced one, but in line with the dynastic system.
But if it doesn’t fit in, then it’s taken by force.
Hua Xiaochan didn't understand very much. Many of the masters of those sects were no longer mortals. Logically speaking, their minds should be otherworldly, but why did they become more lust-ridden
He doesn't look like a master at all, he is just a villain who gained power once.
She vaguely knew that in order to break away from the shackles of mortal life, in addition to Xuan Gong, she also needed a mysterious and vital resource - fire.
But both Xuan Gong and fire are things that are strictly controlled by the sect. Let alone ordinary people, it is not easy for even the emperor's relatives to obtain them.
Hua Xiaochan was a little worried, the world was too scary.
It's so insecure.
She was afraid of not being able to protect her son.
Thinking of this, she took a loving look at the sleeping baby boy, gently pulled the corner of the quilt for him, stared at his calm long eyelashes, and cute little mouth, and couldn't help but kiss him gently. Go down.
The baby's life becomes simple, eating, drinking, sleeping.
Xia Ji didn't choose any technique to practice as a baby. Anyway, he could directly obtain the ninth-level skill beads by just flipping through the book.
And all his power is still hidden in his heart, including the 4.36 million dharma body, including the terrifying dharma body condensed from nine bad omens in one realm, including the seventy-two transformations of magical powers, flying knives, yin and yang, including the hidden... The storage space of the Underworld Knife and Dinghaizhu includes the connection with the world of Fire Tribulation.
No…
He is the world of fire calamity, just like the ancestor of the Wu family is the Jedi in the underworld.
He used this rare settling time to think about many things and calm down many things, including living as a human being.
After half a year, he finally saw his cheap father.
Or to him, this is not a father at all, no blood relationship, no nurturing relationship, this is a stranger.
The emperor of Qi had yellow skin and a somewhat weak look, which was the result of both indulgence and alchemy, but his steps were very steady and he was obviously a good practitioner.
Since ancient times, no emperor has been able to break away from the shackles of mortals, because no one wants an emperor who can rule for thousands of years to appear.
Therefore, the emperor of Qi is no exception. Unless he steps down from the throne and is accepted as a disciple by the sect behind the scenes of Qi, he can hope to gain access to the method of immortality.
But after being exposed to the method, he may not have the opportunity and time to practice to the peak of the eleventh realm, thereby extending his life span to a thousand years.
The emperor of Qi is called Qi Xiu.
The reason why he came here was that he suddenly remembered that there was another concubine whom he had neglected. It seemed that this concubine had given birth to a son, so he came to take a look.
When he saw Hua Xiaochan, he remembered that this was Concubine Chan.
Concubine Chan was a typical marriage, a woman sent to the palace by the Hua family in order to keep their one-third of an acre of land.
When we first entered the palace, it was indeed beautiful.
But after the initial freshness, it becomes boring.
Qi Xiu just took a look, randomly assigned two more sensible palace maids, and left directly. He had more children and didn't care at all.
That night, Xia Ji heard Hua Xiaochan cry for a long time and say a lot to himself.
…
Winter goes and spring comes again, and when summer comes, Xia Ji is one year old.
Xiao Wu held his little hand and walked slowly on the dirt floor, watching him learn to walk.
Colorful butterflies fly among the red and yellow flowers, and the faint fragrance wafts from the newly bloomed lotus flowers.
Hua Xiaochan sat in the pavilion and watched with a smile.
She, Xiaowu, and their son, this is the real family.
Xiao Wu has also become a child. Sometimes he even imitates Xia Ji's movements and speaks like Xia Ji.
The warm sunshine fell from the sky, but at noon, it was directly exposed to the sun again.
Hua Xiaochan asked the palace maid to make lunch, mixing rock sugar mung bean soup and adding crushed ice to cool down the heat.
And she herself carefully hugged her son and started breastfeeding.
She would not let Xia Ji leave her sight for a moment, otherwise she was worried that the child would die unexpectedly.
Therefore, Xia Ji endured this meticulous care and lived with a girl who looked like Xiao Su but was not sure whether she was Xiao Su or not.
He really likes this kind of life.
Especially after a thousand years of fighting, his heart and soul needed such warmth to heal.
By autumn, he could hum a few simple words and stand while holding something on his own.
And one morning, Concubine Chan, who had never left his side, walked out.
Just after Concubine Chan left, Xiao Wu came to the room and watched over him carefully.
Concubine Chan didn't come back until the afternoon. As soon as she came back, she rummaged through the cabinets, found some gold and silver treasures from the jewelry box, and then hurried out.
When he came back, only the people were back, but the gold and silver treasures were not.
She sighed softly, with a sad look in her eyes.
Xiaowu stared at her curiously.
Xia Ji also stared at her.
Concubine Chan then smiled and said in a tone full of apology and gratitude: "It's nothing. I let Sister Wu take care of the child for a day today."
Xiao Wudao: "Ah, it's okay."
"Sister Wu, go and rest."
"Ah, okay."
Xiaowu walked to the door, turned around and waved to the boy who made her feel so fond of him for some reason.
Xia Ji also stretched out his right hand and moved his fingers up and down at her.
Xiao Wu smiled and closed the door.
After Concubine Chan helped her son complete his daily routine, she began to speak to him gently.
"The new Imperial Master is here. Today he summoned all the concubines and said he wanted to see which concubine had immortal bones...
In fact, he just wanted to see which concubine was willing to obey him.
His mother gave him many treasures she brought from her family, but he was still dissatisfied and felt that her mother was perfunctory...
Mom is really a little worried. If he says anything bad about me to the emperor, we two won’t know how to live in the future.
This place is already equivalent to the cold palace, so we won't really go to the cold palace.
Hey, a little impatience will mess up a big plan. Mom can just give him the remaining treasure. "
Concubine Chan's face was full of sorrow.
Xia Ji listened quietly.
Concubine Chan would never know that her son could fully understand what she was talking about.