The Lord God is kneeling on the washboard again

In this peaceful and beautiful morning, golden sunlight filtered through the thin clouds, casting a veil-like light across the earth, illuminating every corner. Little Kexin's crystal-clear eyes sparkled with excitement. She carefully held out her delicate little hand and called out to her brother in a sweet voice, "Brother, where's my gift?" Her voice was as clear and melodious as the sound of a yellow oriole chirping out of a valley.

Little Mu Han, who was standing opposite to Xiao Kexin, had a look of confusion and doubt on his face. He scratched his head and asked in confusion: "What gift? Sister, did you remember it wrong?" Upon hearing her brother's answer, Xiao Kexin's little mouth pouted immediately. Her originally rosy face became even redder because of her anxiety, and she looked as cute as a ripe apple.

She stamped her feet, put her hands on her hips, and raised her voice and said, "Brother, you clearly promised me! As long as I can break through the second level of foundation building, you will give me a gift! Humph, you can't go back on your word!" At this time, Xing Xuanli, who had been sitting quietly on the side, couldn't help but chuckled with her hands covering her mouth. She watched the lovely brother and sister playing and fighting with interest.

Little Kexin held Xing Xuanli's soft and warm hand tightly, rocked it gently, and said in a baby voice, "Mom, please come and look at my brother!" She blinked her big watery eyes, looked at Xing Xuanli expectantly, her pink little mouth slightly pouted, and looked very cute.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han), who had arrived early in the morning to attend to busy official business, was absorbed in reviewing a mountain of memorials and reports. His deep, lake-like eyes gazed intently at the documents in his hands, his slender fingers tapping the tabletop as he pondered the wisest decision. Yet, even amidst this frenzy of work, his mind was constantly drawn by an invisible force, involuntarily lifting his head and casting his gaze out the window.

Through the half-open window, one could see a heartwarming scene in the yard: a mother gently holding the hands of her two children as they strolled along the garden path. The children's silvery laughter, as clear as silver bells, occasionally reached Yun Mohan's (Nangong Han's) ears, like a spring breeze caressing his heart, which had become slightly weary from his busy schedule.

Whenever this happened, Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) would narrow his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile. Although he knew that he had a heavy responsibility and could not easily put down the work at hand, the happy scene of the mother and son outside the window was like a warm sunshine, penetrating the haze brought by the heavy workload in the study and bringing him a moment of spiritual comfort.

He gently placed the ink-dipped brush on the table, slowly stood up, stretched, and walked out of the study filled with the faint fragrance of books with steady steps. He walked through the antique corridor and came to the garden with colorful flowers and shady trees.

At that moment, sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating dappled shadows. A gentle breeze carried the fragrance of flowers and the sound of birdsong. And amidst this beautiful scenery, a petite figure caught his eye—it was the adorable little Kexin. Little Kexin bounded toward him, a bright smile on her face, mumbling something incessantly.

When little Kexin ran up to him, she couldn't wait to grab the corner of his clothes, raised her head, looked at him with her big watery eyes, and said angrily: "Daddy! Brother is too much. He said that he would give me a gift after I broke through the second stage of foundation building!" As she spoke, her little mouth was slightly pouted, and she looked very aggrieved.

I saw Xing Xuanli sitting aside, sitting elegantly with a faint smile on her beautiful face, staring intently at the angry little daughter in front of her.

At this moment, the little girl had her hands on her hips, her cheeks puffed out like two ripe apples, and her big eyes were wide open, as if burning with anger. Her cute yet angry look made people laugh, but Xing Xuanli didn't have the slightest intention of mocking her. Instead, her eyes revealed a full sense of doting and tenderness.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) gently reached out his hand and caressed his daughter's soft little head tenderly. With a doting smile on his face, he softly asked, "My little darling, tell Daddy, what kind of gift do you want? As long as it's what my little Kexin wants, Daddy will do everything he can to get it for you!"

Little Mu Han looked at his sister with a conflicted expression. He was actually reluctant to give her the defensive bracelet he had painstakingly crafted a few days ago, but he couldn't resist his sister's pitiful look, which was just a way of acting cute. In the end, little Mu Han sighed helplessly, carefully removed the delicate bracelet that emitted a faint glow from his wrist, and then gently placed it on Xiao Kexin's slender wrist. He smiled and said to her, "Here, brother gives this to you. Wear it well, so that you can protect our lovely little Kexin from harm."

At this moment, in the distant land of Beiyu, the Lingxiao Sect was peaceful and tranquil. However, within one of the sect's exquisite pavilions, an oppressive atmosphere permeated.

Luo Lingshan sat quietly before her dressing table, her beautiful face shrouded in anger and resentment. Ever since the Qingmu Sect proposed changing the Lingxiao Sect's marriage partner, the rage within her had burned like a raging fire that could not be extinguished.

"Li Fengjue!" She cursed softly through gritted teeth, a cold glint in her eyes. How dare this man look down on her like this? It was a complete trampling on her dignity. What right did he have to look down on her? Was it just because of that damned Xing Xuanli?

The thought of Xing Xuanli intensified Luo Lingshan's hatred. It was all because of her that Nangong Han, who once belonged to her, was taken away from her. If Xing Xuanli hadn't interfered, she would have been the one happily married to Nangong Han!

Luo Lingshan gripped the comb tightly in her hand, as if it were an enemy. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she secretly vowed to make Li Fengjue and Xing Xuanli pay the price.

At that moment, Xing Xuanli, who was sitting nearby watching the two adorable children playfully, suddenly sneezed loudly without warning. The sudden sneeze made her body tremble slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed across her face, which had originally been filled with a cheerful smile.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han), who was standing by, felt his heart tighten upon seeing this. He quickly walked forward and asked with concern, "Li'er, are you okay? Did you catch a cold?" His eyes, as deep as a pool of water, were full of worry and pity, as if he was afraid that Xing Xuanli would feel uncomfortable or have any accidents.