The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1993

Chapter 1993: Chapter 996: Adorable Little Monk (Jingkong Extra)

The little munchkin only peeked half of his tiny body out, looking around curiously.

He had a round little head, wore clean little monk robes, and had a heavy string of small Buddha beads around his neck.

One of his small hands held the door frame, while the other grabbed onto the small Buddha beads, looking very well-behaved and adorable.

Xuanyuan Xi was stunned: "Who, who, who is this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the little munchkin saw Gu Jiao, wanted to come out but held back, and clung to the door frame, calling out in a childish voice: "Mother!"

Xuanyuan Xi was petrified on the spot!

This little monk... could he possibly be Xiao Xuan?

Did Xiao Xuan become a monk?!

Gu Jiao noticed his confusion and walked towards Xiao Xuan with him, explaining as they went: "Xiao Xuan was weak and often fell ill. Later, my mother took him to a temple, and the master there said he had a connection with Buddha."

Xuanyuan Xi was dumbstruck: "Then... he became a monk?"

Gu Jiao took Little Xiao Xuan’s hand: "Well, sort of. These clothes are the ones you wore when you were little. The princess mother said wearing old clothes accumulates good fortune and helps children grow up safely."

Xuanyuan Xi murmured, "I thought they looked familiar..."

When Xuanyuan Xi left home, Xiao Xuan was just a year old. Now, a whole year had passed, and Xiao Xuan didn’t remember him. Xiao Xuan lifted his round little head, looking at him with big, grape-like eyes, curiously asking: "Who are you?"

Xuanyuan Xi pinched his little cheek: "I’m your Uncle Jingkong, remember me?"

Little Xiao Xuan shook his head very honestly.

Xuanyuan Xi laughed.

Xiao Cong, lying in his arms, lifted his eyelids to glance at his little brother and said: "Tell Uncle Jingkong your name."

Little Xiao Xuan nodded obediently and began to sweetly introduce himself: "My name is Xiao Xuan, Dharma name Shixin."

Xuanyuan Xi: He even has a Dharma name...

Xiao Xuan looked smaller than children his age, but Xuanyuan Xi learnt from Gu Jiao that this year he wasn’t as sickly as when he was one year old.

The Yao Family and Princess Xinyang increasingly felt that raising him as a little monk was the right choice.

There was a precedent in their family—Yuan Baolin, the Taoist nun.

Gu Jiao led Little Xiao Xuan inside.

Xuanyuan Xi watched the little guy, who was two years old, take deep and shallow steps in the snowfield, wanting to ask Jiaojiao, why not pick him up?

Little Xiao Cong calmly said: "Mother holds you the most. Among the three of us, she rarely holds us."

Xuanyuan Xi was stunned.

Gu Jiao gave her unreserved love for her eldest son Jingkong. At that time, she didn’t know how to be a parent, and she and Xiao Hen stumbled through raising that little monk who was brought back from the mountain.

The little monk always followed her around, wanting to be her little tail.

The little monk would always sit by the doorstep, waiting for her to come home, no matter how late.

The little monk would act spoiled, ask for kisses, and liked to snuggle in her arms.

When she first raised a child, she had no way to deal with the clingy little monk and could only pamper him all the time.

Fortunately, he wasn’t spoiled.

The little monk who used to stumble had grown into a robust Hei Fengqi youth.

Little Xiao Cong sighed like a little adult: "Oh, jealousy."

Xuanyuan Xi’s eyes turned red, feeling warmth spreading in his heart.

His dear Jiaojiao...

Little Xiao Cong thoughtfully reminded: "Uncle, you’re holding me too tightly, I can’t breathe."

...

Xiao Hen and Shangguan Qing didn’t return until an hour later. His harem kept growing bigger; after the big wife, there were six concubines, each being a top-tier match.

Today, his big wife got broken, and it took a long time to fix her.

The brothers didn’t know that Jingkong had returned and headed to the twins’ sleeping palace, talking along the way: "If you love firearms so much, mother will confiscate them all if she finds out."

Shangguan Qing said: "Don’t tell mother about it!"

Xiao Hen laughed: "Mother asked me to check if you were satisfied with the noble ladies she picked for you last time."

Shangguan Qing nonchalantly waved his hand: "There’s nothing to be dissatisfied with. If she likes them, let them stay in my backyard."

Xiao Hen asked: "Aren’t you afraid the backyard will catch fire with so many of them?"

Shangguan Qing put a hand on his annoying younger brother’s shoulder and said nonchalantly: "Ah, you know how men are."

Xiao Hen firmly distanced himself: "I don’t know. My love for Jiaojiao is as solid as gold."

Shangguan Qing bluntly said: "Gold is soft."

Xiao Hen: "..."

Shangguan Qing had yet to find his destined woman, with the main wife’s position still vacant, and he was quite troubled. It wasn’t that he disliked women, but he hadn’t met one that moved his heart, so what could he do?

"I’ve said it, she must be as skilled in martial arts as Jiaojiao, as graceful and gentle as the princess mother, and as humorous and witty as mother. Such a woman is meant to be mine!"

Xiao Hen speechlessly glanced at him.

Might as well stay single for life.

He used to sit on the doorstep over a scraped knee waiting to show her his little injuries, and even saved his tears to cry for her when she returned.

Now, covered in scars, he wouldn’t utter a word about it.

"Let me do it."

Xiao Hen’s voice suddenly appeared at the door.

The two of them looked at him simultaneously.

"You’re back," Gu Jiao said.

Xiao Hen nodded, stepped into the house, glanced at the small first aid kit on the table, and said to Gu Jiao, "They’re pasting couplets outside, do you want to take a look?"

"Okay." Gu Jiao left the small first aid kit behind and turned to leave the room.

Xuanyuan Xi pouted reluctantly, "Why? I only just started talking to Jiaojiao, you bad brother-in-law!"

When he saw him at the door just now, Xiao Hen was a bit hesitant to recognize him. It had been a year, he had grown taller, matured, no longer the tender little child he once was, now bearing the heroic air of a military officer and the aura of a warrior from the battlefield.

But as soon as he spoke, Xiao Hen knew he was still the same little monk who used to compete in wits with him.

Xiao Hen said to him, "Alright, Jiaojiao is gone, there’s nothing to hide anymore, take off your clothes."

Xuanyuan Xi cautiously hugged his arms, "What are you doing!"

Xiao Hen picked up the gold wound medicine from the table and said blandly, "If I don’t use this bottle of medicine on you, I won’t be able to explain to Jiaojiao when she asks."

Xuanyuan Xi chose to worry his bad brother-in-law over Jiaojiao.

"Then you have to keep it secret, don’t tell Jiaojiao."

"Got it."

He opened his clothes, revealing a body full of mottled scars.

When he was little, it was Xiao Hen who bathed him, so Xiao Hen knew every little dimple on his body.

Xiao Hen knew he would get hurt, but didn’t expect it to be so severe.

Though most of it had healed, it must have hurt a lot at the time.

This was also a child he had raised.

"You..." Xiao Hen’s throat felt tight and sore.

Xuanyuan Xi pretended not to see the slight redness in his eyes and turned his face, saying, "Hurry up, I’m cold."

His nose also tingled.

It was so strange, he didn’t want to cry, but when his bad brother-in-law’s eyes reddened, he couldn’t hold back.