Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"Ever since you were a child, you have always been like this. You don't show off your talents because you are afraid that others will know that you are great."

The man's delicate and beautiful eyebrows are gentle, and his light purple eyes are slightly curved.

"Mother, I don't have one."

There was a hint of intimacy in his gentle tone.

The woman raised her eyes and looked at him: "Come on, are you still pretending to be with me?"

He came out of her belly, but she still doesn’t know what he is like?

He lowered his head, and his smile deepened, his long eyelashes drooped, and his purple eyes were deep and light.

The lively woman who was now a married woman put the chess pieces back into the box. She seemed to have thought of something and smiled again:

"Speaking of which, your little girl doesn't know what you look like, does she?"

The man looked up at her, his purple eyes rippling.

She suddenly held her face, looked at him with a smile, and tapped the chessboard with her fingertips.

"I remember you said that your little girl came from hell?"

The handsome and gentle man's eyelashes trembled slightly and he hummed softly.

"She is still young and has just transformed. She is very well-behaved."

"No wonder." She looked away and smiled, "That little girl must be too innocent to know that people's hearts are sinister."

Jun Jiuge didn't say anything, but poured tea from the side. He held the teacup with his beautiful long white fingers and gently placed it in front of the woman.

Just listen to her pick up the tea and smile.

"Actually... as your biological mother, I really should hope that the little girl is simpler. After all, everyone will like a simple little girl."

"But...as a woman, I hope that she can consider other things or have further development with you after she really gets to know you, don't you think so? Xiaojiu."

The man with a gentle snow-colored face, his long eyelashes lowered, drank tea slowly without speaking.

His eyebrows were clear and his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Fu Sheng smiled and put down the tea cup.

After looking at the well-kept Taolin, she changed the topic and asked:

"When are you going to go practice? The old guys from the temple come to me every three days, and they are urging me harder and harder."

The man's lips were moist and his finger bones were beautiful and slender. His eyes were narrowed and his voice was still gentle: "That's almost it."

"I originally planned to set off in the next two days, but Sisi accidentally injured her foot, so I want to wait a little longer."

She nodded.

"Do we need to do anything for this experience?"

"After all, after you have returned from training, you will soon enter the temple. Do you need our help to take care of your little girl?"

He raised his eyes, and the warm sunlight shone on his snow-white clothes, as if his whole body was dyed with a layer of holy light.

Slowly putting down the tea, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his delicate white wrist bones.

Lowering his eyes, he said gently: "She will go with me to practice, mother, don't worry."

"Go with you? Will she be willing?"

He raised his lips slightly: "There is always a way to make her willing. Mother should trust Xiao Jiu."

He looked at her with gentle eyebrows.

Indeed, he is too smart and can always find a suitable solution.

Fu Sheng smiled and continued drinking tea without asking any more questions.

"So, have you made arrangements for your return from training?"

He hummed.

Seemingly thinking of something, he raised his eyes and smiled: "But there is something I need my mother's help with."

"What?"

He said slowly: "I hope that my mother can publicize what I am experiencing at the right time."

"It's best if the three realms know about it."

Fu Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly.