The Myth of Daqin: The Soul of Yi Xiaochuan

During this rare rest time, Meng Yi did not go out for the next two days. He just stayed quietly in the mansion, accompanying his wife and son wholeheartedly.

It was sunny and warm in the north in November, at noon.

In the backyard of the Meng Mansion, there was laughter and joy in the small garden.

Meng Yi and Lu Su were teasing their young son. The little guy was giggling, waving his hands in the air, and babbling from time to time.

At this moment, Meng Xin ran into the yard happily, holding a newborn baby in his arms.

He looked at Meng Yi expectantly and pleaded cautiously, "General, look, my boy is born! Can you give him a name?"

Hearing this, Meng Yi immediately stepped forward and carefully examined the child's pink face. The little one seemed to sense Meng Yi's gaze and did not cry or make a fuss. Instead, he stared at Meng Yi with his big eyes blinking, looking very adorable.

Meng Yi couldn't help but smile and praise: "This child is so handsome, he will definitely be a promising person in the future."

When Meng Xin heard this, his heart suddenly blossomed with joy, and he nodded hurriedly in response: "Yes, yes, this child is very well-behaved."

Meng Yi thought carefully for a moment before he slowly spoke, "How about this? Let's name this child Yun'er. I hope he can live a life as free and unfettered as a cloud, without any worries."

Meng Xin nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with gratitude. He held the child tightly in his arms and said excitedly, "General, when Yun'er grows up, let him stay by the young master's side and protect him throughout his life."

Meng Yi looked at Meng Xin with a pleased smile on his face, thinking to himself, "The qualities of the ancients are truly rare and precious! From Meng Zhong to Meng Xin, they, father and son, have guarded the Meng Mansion for two generations. Such loyalty and perseverance are deeply touching. I hope the next generation can also have a good future."

Meng Yi quickly shook his head and said to Meng Xin with a smile, "That won't work."

Before he could finish his words, Meng Xin interrupted him eagerly, "General, don't worry! When Yun'er grows up a little, I will personally teach him martial arts and make him stronger. In the future, he will definitely be able to protect the young master's safety."

Meng Yi gently patted Meng Xin's shoulder and said with a soothing smile, "Xin'er, don't worry. What I mean is that Yun'er can study calligraphy and martial arts with Hao'er in the future. When he grows up, he can choose to become a general or an official! He doesn't have to stay in the Meng Mansion forever. After all, you and Uncle Zhong have protected the Meng family for so many generations. Now it's time to give the children more opportunities to choose."

After hearing this, Meng Xin's eyes instantly became moist, tears welled up uncontrollably, and his voice became hoarse and trembling: "General, your great kindness and virtue are beyond our ability to repay you!"

At this moment, Meng Zhong also came here and happened to hear Meng Yi's words. A barely perceptible touch of emotion flashed in his eyes.

Meng Zhong and Meng Xin exchanged a glance, then saluted Meng Yi together and said in unison, "Thank you, young general."

Seeing this, Meng Yi hurried forward, tightly grasped their arms, and helped them up. He said sincerely, "Uncle Zhong, Brother Xin, what are you doing? After so many years, we've become like family. Why do this?"

Lu Su, who was holding Meng Hao in her arms, echoed softly, "Yes, Uncle Zhong, my husband is right. We are family. There is no need to be so formal."

Meng Zhong raised his head, his eyes filled with gratitude and emotion. He took a deep breath and said with emotion, "Young General, Madam, it is an honor for us father and son to serve in the Meng Mansion!"

Meng Yi gazed at the father and son in front of him, and a warm feeling surged in his heart, making him feel extremely warm.

Then, Meng Zhong and Meng Xin, father and son, held the child, bowed to Meng Yi and Lu Su, and then retreated.

Lu Su stood there, watching Meng Yi and Uncle Zhong leave. She turned to look at Meng Yi with some doubt in her heart and said softly, "My husband, I've noticed that your ideas seem to be different from those of ordinary people!"

After hearing what Lu Su said, Meng Yi suddenly realized that his thoughts might be a little difficult to understand for people of this era.

He scratched his head, gave an awkward smile, and muttered to himself, "Oh, yes, the ancients had a strong sense of class and a very strict hierarchy. Servants like Uncle Zhong's family would be slaves for generations."

However, Meng Yi does not agree with this outdated idea.

Meng Yi then smiled and explained to Lu Su, "My dear, Uncle Zhong has been with the Meng family for decades, and Meng Xin and Xuemei have always been at the mansion. They have always been loyal and have long considered themselves part of the Meng family. As the head of the family, we should be more considerate of these loyal elders!"

After hearing what Meng Yi said, Lu Su nodded slightly, indicating that she understood her husband's intentions.

Meng Yi felt very relieved when he saw that his wife understood his thoughts.

Then, Meng Yi chuckled, with a sly smile on his face, and leaned close to Lu Su's ear and whispered, "My wife, I have something different to do today!" His voice was a little ambiguous and teasing.

After hearing this, Lu Su's face flushed all the way to her ears. She lowered her head shyly, gently pushed Meng Yi, and said coquettishly, "Husband, it's still broad daylight! Why are you..."

Meng Yi looked at Lu Su's shy appearance, and the desire in his heart was instantly ignited, and a heat rose from his lower body.

He hugged Lu Su tightly in his arms and said gently but firmly: "My wife, I can't wait! Let's enjoy this wonderful time together!"

After saying that, Meng Yi picked up Lu Su by the waist and strode towards the room.

Qiuya and Xiazhu, who were standing by, saw this scene and immediately understood Meng Yi's intention. They smiled at each other, then stepped forward to take Meng Hao and coaxed him to walk to the other side of the small garden, leaving Meng Yi and Lu Su some space to be alone.

After entering the room, Meng Yi carefully placed Lu Su gently on the bed.

Then he leaned in and kissed her forehead, soft and delicate, like a feather brushing against her skin.

Lu Su trembled slightly, with a shy blush on her face. She whispered, "Husband, it's broad daylight, and you're making me feel a little overwhelmed."

Meng Yi smiled slightly, his eyes full of affection, and he responded: "My wife, you are so beautiful and charming that I can't help myself."

Then, his lips slowly moved to her cheek, leaving a trail of warm traces. Lu Su's breathing became rapid, and she closed her eyes slightly, enjoying this wonderful moment.

Meng Yi's voice was low and magnetic: "My lady, your skin is so silky smooth that I can't let it go."

A happy smile appeared on Lu Su's face, and she whispered, "Husband, why are you so sweet?"

As their clothes gradually fell off under each other's caresses, their skin touched, and the touch made their breathing become rapid.

Meng Yi's hands gently stroked Lu Su's body, and every touch brought a tingling sensation.

Lu Su couldn't help but sigh softly, and she whispered: "Husband, your hands are so hot..."

Just then, there was a slight noise outside the door. Although the sound was not loud, it was extremely clear.

When Lu Su heard this voice, her heart tightened. She was afraid that someone would suddenly break in and ruin this wonderful moment.

She nervously grabbed Meng Yi's hand, a hint of uneasiness in her eyes, and said, "Husband, is someone coming?"

Meng Yi didn't care. He whispered to comfort her, "Don't be afraid, my lady. The door is locked. No one will disturb us."

After saying that, he kissed Lu Su affectionately again, dispelling her fear with his tenderness and passion.

Lu Su also gradually relaxed and immersed herself in the sweet passion again...