Invincible Villain

Chu Xiao looked at his beloved wife, stretched out his hand to hold her clasped hands, and smiled without saying a word. Lu Jiuer also looked at him with a smile. The two of them recalled the various experiences they had experienced in the past, and they only felt that this moment was extremely warm.

At this moment, a baby's cry sounded, bringing the two of them back to reality.

"Oh, I was so busy talking to my lovely wife that I forgot about our little baby. He should be beaten, he should be beaten!"

While Chu Xiao was talking, he hit his head with his fist in an exaggerated manner.

Although in this painting, the two have been married for many years, Lu Jiuer's shyness remains the same as before. When Lu Jiuer heard the word "beautiful wife", he was going to be shy, but when he heard him say "our little baby", his shyness suddenly turned into joy. He nodded weakly and said: "Bring the child here... show me……"

Chu Xiao nodded, walked to the crib, gently picked up the baby girl on the bed, and handed it to Lu Jiuer carefully.

At the same time, he pointed at the facial features of the baby girl and said: "Jiu'er, look, just after birth, this child already has your beauty. In the future, she will definitely be a world-renowned beauty..."

Lu Jiu'er chuckled lightly and replied: "How can it be so fast? Newborn babies are like bullfrogs... Senior brother, you are really stupid today, you can't even use clichés..."

"Bullfrog? Nowhere, look."

Chu Xiao pointed at the baby girl and said, "It doesn't look like a bullfrog. Who did you listen to?"

When Lu Jiu'er heard the sound, his face suddenly became sad and said, "My mother said it. She said that when grandma gave birth to her, she was like a little bullfrog..."

Only then did Chu Xiao realize that it touched Lu Jiu'er's thoughts, and just said: "Well, actually, he is a bit like a bullfrog. Jiu'er, you will tear me down..."

Lu Jiu'er looked at Chu Xiao and saw his considerate and caring expression. Knowing that his words were accommodating to her, she felt relieved. She leaned lightly on Chu Xiao and whispered: "Brother, please tell the child What’s a good name?”

Chu Xiao pondered for a moment and said: "I heard a name before, and it sounded very nice. At that time, I thought that if possible, I would give my child this name..."

Lu Jiuer looked at him with wide eyes and said, "What's your name?"

Chu Xiao gently stroked her Miao Jiang headdress and said, "Didn't Miss Xiaorou tell us when she was chatting with us that she had a sister who died in infancy. When she was born, her whole body was full of fluorescence, so she was named 'Yueying'......"

"I want this child to remember the great kindness Xiaorou and Shaozhi have shown to us all his life. It means a lot to us, but we can't directly take Miss Xiaorou's name, otherwise the little girl will meet in the future. What should I say to her?"

"Therefore, it is better to be named after Miss Xiaorou's sister..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Jiuer nodded and interrupted: "What's even more coincidental is that I heard from Sister Xiaorou that her sister was actually going to be sent to a family with the surname Chu. Originally, she was also supposed to be surnamed 'Chu'. This way, it’s quite interesting... Well, not bad!”

Although Lu Jiu'er is now a wife, her innocent and lively temperament has not changed. Moreover, she feels that Chu Xiao's words are reasonable. In this situation, there is no reason to refuse.

Chu Xiao knew that his beloved wife was complying with his wishes, so he felt relieved and said with joy: "Jiu'er, then it's settled."

Lu Jiuer looked at her husband with a sweet smile on her face, and the two of them spoke at the same time, talking like they were dreaming.

"Yueying...what a good name..."

The sounds were intertwined in harmony, like fairy music. The baby girl on the side seemed to like it too, with her little hands and feet playing around, and the most innocent smile in the world on her face...

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…

The power of time passed immediately.

The scene turned and it was ten years later.

Royal palace, side hall.

"It's really boring."

In the majestic palace, there are several tables and chairs decorated with crystals, gems and jade. Sitting on the chairs is a little girl. She is dressed in white, with skin like snow, hair like jade, and a nose filled with goose fat. Almond eyes and handsome eyebrows, small and exquisite, lovable.

Although she is still young, her appearance is dignified and she is already a perfect beauty.

Opposite the little girl is a middle-aged, slightly hunchbacked Confucian scholar dressed as a scholar.

"Your Highness, please sit down. This sitting position is not acceptable. It will hurt yourself in the long run."

The Confucian scholar rolled up the paper in his hand, clasped it with both hands, and said with a salute, "Seriously preaching like this is like a servant meeting the master. Where is the slightest warning?"

"Well, no, it's comfortable for people to sit like this."

The little girl pouted and said coquettishly.

"Your Highness, it's impossible to only think about comfort in everything. It's just like when Your Majesty went to a land with abundant water, but..."

Before the Confucian scholar finished speaking, the little girl continued like a storyteller: "But I have never forgotten that at that time, Tianzhou, no, the entire China was already in a drought, so we attracted the water from the foreign land and saved thousands of lives. Dawn, that’s why he was crowned king, right, sir?”

Hearing this, the Confucian scholar held the scroll and bowed again, saying: "What Your Highness said is absolutely true. It seems that he has made a lot of progress in recent days."

But the little girl pouted and whispered: "I hear you saying this to me every day. It's strange that I can't recite it."

"What did you say, Your Highness?"

"Ah, it's nothing... By the way, sir, when will get out of class end? I'm so sleepy."

The little girl stretched her waist and said.

"Well, according to His Majesty's instructions, there is still one hour."

"Ah, one more, one more hour."

The little girl yawned again and whispered, "Sir, I'm so sleepy. Can you let me sleep until get out of class is over?"

The Confucian scholar shook his head, bending down so much that he almost knelt down. His beard blew and his eyes widened: "Your Highness, you can't do it. If His Majesty finds out..."

"Oh, my father is currently enjoying the flowers with my mother. Will he be here soon?"

The little girl stretched out her white and tender hands, shook the Confucian scholar's hand, and begged, "Good sir, please."

"This... still doesn't work."

The Confucian scholar looked embarrassed, but he still shook his head, and then knelt down and said, "Your Highness, last time I let Your Highness out of the palace without the holy consent, and as a result, I was severely deducted from my salary for five months. If I do it again, my whole family will be But I am still counting on you. Please have mercy on me, Your Highness, and don’t embarrass me..."

"Alright alright……"

The little girl couldn't stand others pitying her, and everyone in the palace knew this about her, so they always asked her or the queen for mercy when they made any mistakes. Mother and daughter were in the same spirit, and His Majesty couldn't do anything about them.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

The Confucian scholar touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and then said, "Then I will continue... I just mentioned that there is this truth in the Qi Sutra: The way of heaven is to make up for the excess when it is damaged..."

"Ayawn!"

Before the Confucian scholar finished speaking, he heard the little girl yawn. Apparently she didn't listen at all, and her mind had already flown to nowhere.

"Sir, have you seen 'Cricket'?"

The little girl asked, "These are the ones my mother raised in the garden that day. It is said that my mother brought them from the place where she was born. What are they doing with them there... Uncle Du (gamble), maybe this uncle is better than you." He’s also very knowledgeable, hehe, it’s interesting, isn’t it?”