《My Love (A Xianwang FF )》Chapter 17.
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A mid aged lady was waiting while walking here and there and blubbring something. When two handsome men entered in the palace. The lady went towards them.
Introduction: madam yu
Wife of Jiang fengmian
Mother of Jiang Cheng, Jiang yanli and Tang san (addoptive son)
"Why are you both this late?" she asked with anger.
"Ahh... mother we are late because of him." Both said in same time pointing towards each other.
"Ahh.. mo.. mother what are you doing." Cheng scream when madam yu pull his ear.
Introduction: Jiang Cheng
Son of Jiang couple
Younger brother of Jiang yanli and Tang san
"You both don't have any work accept blaming eachother." madam yu said and also pull san's ear. She take both of them inside pulling their ear.
"Mother.. please leave it's hurting." Cheng said annoyingly.
"Mother.. please" san said with puppy eyes. And madam yu leave their ear.
"Don't be angry my cute mother." san said and hug madam yu and her anger vanished in air.
"Ok, now go and change your clothes it's all are dirty and come for dinner. Your father also will be coming." she said in loving tone and both brothers went towards their chambers.
After sometime they both come to dinning room and they saw their father was already there. They both went towards him and greet him.
And sat on their respective seats.
"How was your day sons?" jiang fengmian asked.
Introduction: Jiang fengmian
War general of golden dragon city.
"It was good, father" Jiang Cheng said.
"Hmm, and what about you A-san" he asked to San.
"It was great" san said with a smile.
"Actually I want to ask something to both of you" fengmian said And both brothers nod in reply.
"Actually i have some work tomorrow and for that I have to go somewhere and i want one of you to come with me" Jiang fengmian said.
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"Hmm father i have some work tomorrow so I can't come with you" Jiang Cheng said.
"Oh.. and what about you A-san" he asked to San.
"No i don't have any work tomorrow i can come with you" san said with a smile.
"Hmm..." Jiang fengmian was about to say more but madam yu cut him.
"Now stop talking about this all nonsense and eat food. and if you want to talk then talk about my daughter who is coming after two days " madam yu said.
"I am so excited to meet with shijie and my cute nephew." san said. And they all eat thier food and after eating they all went to their rooms.
"A-yun, it's time to wake up baby." a beautiful lady said.
"Amm.. mother..5min more" xie yun said.
"Come on wake up" she said and pulled yun from bed.
"Ok.. ok, I'm up" xie yun said and stand up from bed.
"Good morning my son" xei ya said.
"Good morning my beautiful mother" xie yun said with a bright smile and hug his mother.
"Now go and take bath i am going to prepare breakfast" she said.
"Ok" yun said and they both went for their works.
After taking bath xie yun come out from his room and went for breakfast.
His father and mother was already there.
"Good morning father" he said and sat down on his seat.
"Good morning son" xie haitao said with a warm smile.
"Did you sleep well" haitao asked to his son.
"Yes father" yun said with a smile. And they all started to eat thier food.
After eating food haitao went out for some work even he was in a leave today. Xie Hua become busy with her household work. And xie yun was playing with his rabbits. When his mother call him.
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"A-yun..." She called out.
"Coming mother" xie yun said and went towards his mother.
"What happened..." he asked.
"Actually son, fuel has about to finish and i forgot to buy it yesterday. So can you..." Before she could say more xie yun cut him.
"Ok, I'll go and bring it." he said knowing what his mother was about to say.
"Wait I'm coming in a minute" she said and went towards her room and come with some money in her hand.
"Take it with you." she said and handed money to xie yun.
"hmm... I am going now." Xie yun said.
"Okay..." she said while nodding her head and yun left from there.
He went to market near by his house and search for fuel but didn't find it. So he decided to went another market and buy it from there so he left to another one.
It's become afternoon when he entered in his house with a basket in his hands. He saw that his father was already there and talking with a mid aged man and there was a young man with that mid aged man who was back facing him.
He silently went towards kitchen and give the basket to his mother and went to his room for changing. After changing clothes he again went to kitchen and asked to his mother about those people who were present in his house.
"Mother who are they?" he asked to his mother in a low voice.
"Actually son, that mid aged man is our general and that young man is his son" she explained everything.
"Ohh..." he said making a O face.
"Now take this, go and serve them" she said handing a tea tray to him.
"Ok" he said and went outside.
He come outside and went towards them. He greeted to them while bowing. He started to serve them tea. But when he turn towards that young man he became shocked. He found that the young man looking at him with a silly smile.
"Son.." haitao called out.
"Aa.. yes father" xie yun come out from his thoughts by his father's voice.
"Where are you lost." He asked.
"Nowhere father." Yun replied.
"Oh.. okay, meet my old friend jiang fengmian. He is our kingdom's respected general and he is his son Tang San." haitao introduce them to yun and yun look at san who was still staring at him like an idiot.
"And he is my son, xie yun." he said to his friend.
"You are really a mannered and nice boy, son." fengmian said to xie yun.
"And also more beautiful than you told me haitao." fengmian said to haitao while smiling.
"Thank you for complement uncle." xie yun said and bow to him.
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