MTL - My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old-Chapter 379 Brother becomes son-in-law

Chapter 379 Brother becomes son-in-law

 “Chaos!” There was a trace of blood on the corner of Fu Jiuxiao’s clothes.

 Chaos staggered up from the ground.

"Master, he..." Before he could finish his words, Fu Jiuxiao rushed into the palace.

 In the big cradle, little Zhiyan was blowing bubbles. His little hand was holding a fist, as if he was grabbing something.

The three-month-old baby was already able to roll over and saw Fu Jiuxiao coming in.

 She roared twice, grinning toothlessly in joy.

Fu Jiuxiao checked the two children and found that they were unharmed.

"Just now, for some reason, Emperor Junhua was merciful to the two children." Chaos clearly saw that he raised his hand, but he took back his strength with a last-minute kick, and was almost thrown away by the backlash.

Fu Jiuxiao frowned: "It's strange. Emperor Junhua, at best, is just. At worst, he is rigid and doesn't know how to adapt. He will never be soft-hearted."

“That’s all, as long as the two children are fine.” Fu Jiuxiao sighed softly.

 The people in chaos carried the two wet nurses to the next door.

　　I personally breastfed the two children.

"Your Majesty, there is a monk outside the palace gate who wants to see you." The prince replied in a low voice in the palace.

"Monk?" Fu Jiuxiao thought for a while and originally wanted to drive the monk away, but he finally nodded and allowed him to enter the temple.

 He doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, but he doesn't dare to miss Suisui's glimmer of hope.

 Fu Jiuxiao, with white hair, sat in front of the cradle, looking in a trance.

 It didn’t take long.

 A monk wearing green clothes entered the temple door.

The moment Fu Jiuxiao saw him, he was startled.

"You...Jingchen, don't you want to marry a wife and have children, and don't want to escape into Buddhism?" That man was actually Jingchen.

I don’t know when I became a monk.

Jingchen's brows had a faint smile: "Monks don't care about external affairs. If they escape into Buddhism, how can they care about such troublesome things?"

 Fu Jiuxiao's expression changed.

"Fo Zong, what do you mean by these words?" Fu Jiuxiao's eyes were hot, and he didn't even dare to ask about his expectations.

Jingchen's face is fair and clean. Even if he shaves his head and becomes a monk, he still looks delicate.

 “She was born by a calling, and she was called to create the world. She is destined by destiny.”

“Even though she has returned to the earth, she still exists among all things in the three realms.”

Fu Jiuxiao's breathing suddenly stopped for a moment.

“You said she disappeared, but everything is her. You said she did not disappear, but she is scattered across the three realms to protect this land.”

Fu Jiuxiao’s palms were trembling.

“Now, we can only gather our souls again.”

“Her soul may be scattered all over the place. This cannot be done overnight, and it cannot be accomplished by one person.”

 “Moreover, every word requires strong emotion before she can hear it.”

Fu Jiuxiao couldn't suppress the ecstasy in her heart.

 No matter how difficult it is, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, it is enough to keep him going.

 He is not afraid of difficulties, he is just afraid that he will not even have a chance to work hard.

"How do we get together?" Fu Jiuxiao's voice trembled.

“Gathering the soul is a formula. As long as you have the formula, you can gather together the fragments of her remaining soul anytime and anywhere.”

Jingchen recited a soul-gathering mantra.

 “You need to find a clay figurine that she has kneaded herself, and the spirit-gathering soul can be hidden in it.”

 Fu Jiuxiao solemnly wrote down the matter.

Jingchen glanced at the two babies in the cradle. The little babies looked at him with dripping eyes, not afraid of people at all.

"This girl... is quite interesting." Jingchen was startled when he saw the little princess, and couldn't help showing his teeth, and couldn't stop laughing.

 “Oh, Amitabha, it’s a sin.” After saying this, he hurriedly knocked twice on the wooden fish to save the crumbling merit. "Emperor Junhua cannot tolerate these two children, and I don't know how long he can protect them." Fu Jiuxiao whispered.

“The brothers who were sworn brothers back then have become enemies now.”

 Born without a mother, the day they are born is the day they lose their mother.

Fu Jiuxiao couldn't help but love them more.

Jingchen waved his hand: "Don't worry, Emperor Junhua won't come again." Jingchen stretched out his hand and touched Xiao Zhiyan's eyebrows lightly, and his eyebrows showed a smile again.

“Junhua, maybe you don’t want to be sworn brothers anymore.”

"He, he wants to change his generation." Jingchen bit his lip to control himself from showing his teeth.

Junhua, Junhua, laughs to death, uprooting the love roots of the object of calamity.

 You are really good.

Rather than being a good brother, you want to be a son-in-law.

It is interesting to think of the arrogant Emperor Junhua who will either die or survive the calamity of love in the future.

Jingchen knocked on the wooden fish and left thinking of Amitabha.

 Fu Jiuxiao didn't even take a break and directly asked people to keep an eye on the two children.

 He returned to Suisui's bedroom and found a pair of clay figurines from Suisui's small box.

 The clay figurine is also wearing red wedding clothes.

On the wedding day, Suisui specially made a pair of clay figurines for herself and Fu Jiuxiao, but they were not endowed with spirits.

Now, it has come in handy.

 In the whole world, only the clay figurines she makes can truly hold the soul and become a real person.

The little clay figurines are lifelike, even their eyebrows and eyes look like Sui Sui.

 Fu Jiuxiao shed tears gently. This was not only the hope of finding Suisui, but also the hope of his survival.

Every night, he wandered between death and endurance.

Hold the clay figurine in both hands, while reciting the soul-gathering spell, he shouted softly: "Suisui, go home..."

 “Suisui, go home.”

Within three days, he took the clay figurine and visited every corner of the palace.

 Finally, on the cradle of the two children, a fragment of the remaining soul was summoned.

She was so courageous when patching up the sky, but in fact, she was also scared and unable to let go. Even the remaining soul fell unconsciously on the cradle.

 The fragments of the remnant soul entered the clay figure, and the clay figure's eyes were like running water passing through it, causing a ripple of surprise.

Fu Jiuxiao burst into tears when she saw this strangeness.

He seemed to have found a new life. He handed over the government affairs to Yan Chuan and the cabinet. He held the clay figurine and started walking around.

 There is little hope, but it is the only thing he can do.

 “Suisui...go home.”

"Suisui, go home..." Fu Jiuxiao's voice was hoarse. He went to the Yan family, to the Zhou family, and visited every corner of the capital.

Her remnant soul either landed on a lantern, or on a yellowed leaf, or on a candied haws.

 Her remaining soul is free.

 Many times, he is not restrained by Fu Jiuxiao and is a bit more naughty.

His white hair hangs down from his temples, and his clothes become tattered.

 Curious children like to follow him and shout together: "Suisui, go home... Suisui, go home."

The naughty remnant soul will always obediently enter the clay sculpture when it hears the calls of children.

It is difficult to gather remnant souls. The Three Realms are so vast that there are countless fragments of remnant souls, but he is only one person.

He fell on the street corner with the little clay figure in his arms. His throat was congested and he couldn't shout a word.

 He beat his head sadly and painfully, blaming himself for not living up to expectations.

 In the endless darkness of the night, a light appeared in the distance.

PS: I’m sorry to be late. After the fever ended, I started to feel dizzy again. I felt dizzy even when I was lying in bed. I have been getting intravenous injections in the past few days.

 (End of this chapter)