Blutbefleckter Tod

Kapitel 75

After the banquet ended and the guests left, Lu Ziqi quietly entered the bedroom and saw Song Xiaohua, as usual, humming a nursery rhyme to Lu Yue in the cradle.

Song Xiaohua's breast milk wasn't plentiful. After persisting for a few days, she couldn't bear to see her son struggling so hard, his little face turning red, yet he still barely managed to eat a few drops. So, she reluctantly gave up and handed the baby over to the wet nurse. At night, the wet nurse would take the baby to the next room, but every night Song Xiaohua would personally put the baby to sleep first.

After her bath, Song Xiaohua carried a light fragrance. Her long hair cascaded down and swayed gently with the cradle. Her profile, half-hidden in the candlelight, was soft and hazy, devoid of any of her usual flamboyant and unrestrained manner.

I had never heard that nursery rhyme before. Its cheerful melody, mixed with the sweet scent in the air, brought a sense of peace to my heart.

Is Yue'er asleep?

"Um."

"I'll go and call the wet nurse over."

"Wait a little longer!"

He pressed his temples, his voice a little hoarse: "I'm really tired after a busy day."

"Oh, okay then."

With a subtle smile, he declared that he had won this round of competition between his son and himself!

Without the 'little light bulb' in the room, the milky scent diminished slightly, while the aromatic scent became more pronounced.

Wearing only a close-fitting undershirt, Song Xiaohua was about to climb onto the bed when suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped tightly around her from behind. Her back was pressed against her chest, and she could almost feel the beating of a heart, as well as a kind of all-too-familiar danger...

What are you doing?

What do you think?

"No, I haven't gotten back in shape yet!"

"Is that so?"

One hand moved upwards towards the waist, while the other explored below. His voice was low and strained: "I see, it's recovered very well, in fact, even better than before. For example, here...and here...and..."

A low, suppressed gasp escaped her lips. Her body was already completely disarmed, but her mouth still made a last-ditch effort: "You said you wouldn't touch me for a month."

"I've changed my mind."

"...You're cheating!"

"Because I suddenly remembered something you once said."

"What did you say?"

“You said that Huo Nan makes you feel more thirsty than I do.”

"...I never said that!"

"I don't care, I'll take it as you said."

"...You're bullying me!"

"Since we've already taken on this crime, wouldn't it be a huge loss if we didn't take any concrete action?"

"You...ah!"

Shh...be careful not to wake Yue'er.

"You despicable beast..."

"Thank you for the compliment, Madam. Do you want me to be even more despicable, or even more of a beast?"

"...Let's go side by side..."

Author's Note: Little Huo's true colors have finally been revealed! Um... everyone should try to use their imaginations, but anyway, she's a huge, huge beauty~ Suddenly, I feel indignant about the monsters who are incapable of depicting handsome men...

The editor said that everything related to circles and crosses had to be eliminated—not even a tongue could appear, and not even any bodily reactions could be shown. So, I generously left everyone with endless room for their imaginations!

Chapter 72 The Son's Future is Tragic

In the golden autumn, the sky is clear and blue, and the water flows gently.

A farmhouse built by the river outside the city was booked by two families who were out for a trip. Although they were all dressed in ordinary clothes, their mannerisms and behavior revealed that they were either rich or noble. The man was handsome, the woman was beautiful, the child was cute, and even the dog was quite distinguished, making it a pleasing sight to behold.

This "farmhouse getaway" was Song Xiaohua's suggestion. After living such a luxurious and lavish life in the mansion for so long, it was time to get out and breathe some fresh air. It was also a farewell trip for Huo Nan and Xue Yuhan, who had just gotten married and were about to head to the northwest border.

She washed the vegetables she bought from the market and rinsed the rice. But when she started the fire, she accidentally made a lot of black smoke. Choking on the smoke, Song Xiaohua rushed out of the kitchen with snot and tears streaming down her face: "I haven't done any work in a long time. I'm out of practice. I've really made a mistake and capsized in the ditch!"

Seeing this, Lu Ziqi sighed at Lu Yue, who was grinning foolishly with his toothless mouth beside Song Wuque, who was basking in the sun with his eyes closed, and said, "Actually, Yue'er, your mother's cooking skills weren't very good to begin with, this is called..."

Huo Nan, his mouth watering at the aroma of the roast duck on the shelf, shouted, "It's no wonder you can't poop!"

Lu Ling, who was squatting next to him drooling in line, asked with a keen learning spirit, "Uncle Huo, what is that?"

Xue Yuhan, who was adding seasonings, raised her hand and slapped her husband over: "Get lost, you disgusting thing!"

Unable to contain herself any longer, Song Xiaohua jumped up and roared, "Honey, get over here and help! If you burn down their kitchen, you'll regret it!"

“…Yue’er, ever since your mother had you, she’s no longer a shrew, she’s become a real shrew.” Before his wife could lose her temper again, Lu Ziqi obediently slipped into the smoke-filled kitchen. When he came out after finishing, his handsome face was covered in black and white marks, a truly pitiful sight.

Lu Ling pointed at him and laughed so hard she rolled on the ground: "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, you big tabby cat!"

Lu Yue then followed his brother's example and rolled around, but accidentally bumped his head on a big tree next to him. His little face scrunched up and he burst into tears.

"Don't cry, little brother, I'll teach it a lesson for you!" The little dumpling quickly scrambled to its feet, its face full of indignation, and pretended to hit the innocent tree root twice: "You dare bump into my little brother, you dare hurt my little brother!"

But the little glutinous rice ball just looked at it with teary eyes and then continued to wail loudly.

Helpless, he had no choice but to increase the force, slapping it until he couldn't help but grimace: "Little brother, look, I hit it hard, it knows it was wrong, and it won't dare to do it again."

She blinked and glanced at her brother's reddened palms, then immediately went from crying to laughing without stammering at all.

Song Xiaohua, both amused and exasperated, grabbed Lu Ling's little hand and blew on it tenderly, saying, "Silly boy, how can you make your little brother happy like that?" She then gently tapped Lu Yue's forehead, who was beaming with joy, and said, "You little rascal, how old are you? You already know how to bully your older brother. When you grow up a bit more, won't you be riding on your older brother's head?"

"Mother, Ling'er is not in pain, but my little brother bumped his head and it hurts."

Song Xiaohua felt even more sorry for him and hugged the little dumpling in her arms, kissing him repeatedly: "You are my dearest son. Let's ignore that little rascal."

The little glutinous rice ball was unhappy when he saw this. He pouted and was about to wail again. Lu Ziqi quickly came over and put him on his neck: "Yue'er, be good. Daddy will let Yue'er ride a big horse."

Lu Yue's face changed with lightning speed; he laughed so hard he could barely breathe, but then his joy turned to tragedy—he peed himself…

Huo Nan looked at Xue Yuhan with lustful eyes: "I want a son to play with too, preferably two at once."

Then, he was slapped away again...

Lu Ziqi changed into a farmer's outfit, a gray, coarse cloth shirt and a face covered in soot.

Song Xiaohua wiped his face with a damp cloth, tiptoed close to his ear and whispered, "When I first met you, you were just like this, which made me curse the heavens' ancestors several times!"

He nodded understandingly, "Same here." Then, a sharp pain shot through his waist—he'd been pinched…

Lu Ling held Lu Yue close to the fence to avoid being caught in the crossfire of Huo Nan and his wife, who were fighting with swords.

"Are you two ever going to stop fighting eight times a day?"

"Little sister-in-law, you don't understand, do you? We call this the sword of mutual affection."

"Bah! It's clearly a sword of adulterers and adulteresses!"

"Mother, what are adulterers and adulteresses?"

The four adults in the courtyard immediately pointed at each other in pairs: "That's them!"

"Ling'er understands. Father and Uncle Huo are adulterers, and Mother and Aunt are adulteresses."

"…………"

Song Wuque yawned and shifted to a position with his four legs in the air to expose his belly. Lu Yue, who was about to grow teeth, babbled and smeared his brother's head and face with saliva. The roast duck sizzled and dripped oil, and the river flowed merrily.

Lu Ziqi asked Song Xiaohua very seriously, "Don't you think we should be more careful about what we say in front of the children in the future?"

Song Xiaohua thought about it seriously for a moment: "Ling'er, there was a problem with your explanation just now. My father and I, Uncle Huo and Auntie, can't be considered adulterers because we are a married couple who have gone through the wedding ceremony. Only couples like Uncle Huo and I, and Father and Auntie, who haven't gone through the wedding ceremony, are considered adulterers. Do you understand?"

"Then what does it mean to be together?"

"Uh... it's like hugs and kisses."

"Oh, so Auntie and Uncle Huo were adulterers before, because Ling'er often saw Uncle Huo hugging and kissing Auntie. But back then, Auntie wasn't wearing a red veil yet, and Uncle Huo wasn't wearing a big red flower or riding a horse!"

Enraged, Xue Yuhan chased after Huo Nan, hacking her way out. Song Xiaohua laughed loudly, Lu Ziqi sighed in exasperation, and Song Wuque started snoring...

After the meal, the two "adulteresses" cleaned up the pots and pans in the kitchen, while the two children and the "dog nanny" sunbathed and took a nap on the lawn outside the yard, and the two "adulteresses" set up a chessboard and fought fiercely under the stone table under the tree.

Although Huo Nan now appears to be a handsome young man, his words and actions are still quite unrefined and boorish. When he gets into the swing of things, he even jumps onto the stone bench and squats down like a big monkey, raising his eyebrows and glaring, shouting and yelling.

Lu Ziqi had just placed a black piece when he heard him roar, "Damn it! I didn't see it!"

He thwarted the move the other was making, saying, "A true hero never takes back a move once it's made."