"Sigh. Pregnancy care and childcare are just four words, but for someone like me who doesn't understand anything, I'm really blind." Unfortunately, my parents and husband are not around. Although my parents-in-law are nice, but in front of them , are always not very open-minded. One is too serious, the other is too nervous...
The frost on Fu Yun's brows had long since vanished: "If you don't understand anything, just ask. You can't go out by yourself. Aren't you just raising maids and servants to run errands? My family won't be blown to the south of the Yangtze River by the wind."
"Miss Yun'er is really a sharp-tongued person." Gong Yueyue was flattering the iceberg beauty, and she didn't forget to fill her hand with a full bowl of soup. It would be good for herself to have a good relationship with this rare surgeon. , it is harmless to the sixth aunt who is also afraid of pain.
"Wait, you can't eat this." Fu Yun suddenly stopped Gong Yueyue who was about to put a piece of chicken into his mouth. "You should be careful when eating in the future, especially when eating in these restaurants. Remember to remind those stores that the side dishes are Don't put these things that are taboo for pregnant women." As she said this, she pointed to the finely chopped turtle meat on the plate.
Gong Yueyue said fearfully: "Yeah! I remember."
Xiaomei and Tian Hai on the side also nodded. "I remember it too." "Same for me, little one."
After the dinner was over, Pan Zhuqing took Fu Yun back to her lonely little house as he should.
In the carriage, he always looked at her with a meaningful smile, and finally couldn't help but ask: "You don't seem to hate her so much now?"
Fu Yun replied straightforwardly: "I heard rumors that she was a monster in the past, but now it seems that she is just a little lady who is infatuated with her husband. Why should I hold onto prejudice when it's time to let it go?" I once thought that she was just a little girl who was infatuated with her husband. He deliberately seduced Pan Zhuqing, but now he found out that it was just wishful thinking and unrequited love. She, Fu Yun, has always had a clear distinction between grudges and grievances, so naturally he will not be resentful towards her anymore.
Pan Zhuqing smiled and shook his head: "Sister Yun'er's changeability really amazes me."
But Fu Yun couldn't laugh at all, and said to him seriously and sincerely: "Brother Zhuqing, what Yun'er is best at is cutting off bad things with a knife. You can say this is fickle, but I think, If some things grow on the body, it is okay if it is beneficial to oneself. If it is not beneficial to oneself, it is better to cut it off as soon as possible. Otherwise, it will be allowed to grow and spread, confuse the mind, and destroy the five internal organs. By then, it will be difficult for gods and Buddhas to save it. .”
Unexpectedly, these words caused him to laugh even more wantonly: "Hahahaha, that's good. But I never pray to gods and Buddhas, I only believe in myself."
Fu Yun stopped talking because she felt that the man sitting opposite him had lost his mind.
In another carriage in the opposite direction, Gong Yueyue's master and servant were laughing and laughing along the way.
Xiaomei said: "Miss, this Fu Yun looks cold, but he seems to have a good heart."
Gong Yueyue held a plum blossom branch in her hand and tapped her head gently: "I told you not to judge people by their appearance, right?"
Xiaomei pursed her lips and complained: "Isn't it because I can't stand her being rude to the lady?"
Gong Yueyue quickly rubbed her arm to coax her: "I know you are protecting me. When you get married, I will prepare an extra cart of dowry for you."
Tian Hai, who had been silent and silent, suddenly became energetic: "Thank you, young lady!"
Xiaomei was thin-skinned, blushing and playing tricks with him: "Who wants you to talk too much! Who wants to marry you! Don't be ashamed!"
Tian Hai giggled and said nothing, but Gong Yueyue would not let her go. She pretended to be serious and asked: "Oh? Why don't you like him after a long time? Then I will point you out to Xiao Huzi? Or do you prefer rocks? Otherwise
Xiao Jun?"
In the dark carriage, Tian Hai's panicked expression could not be concealed. He almost cried and begged for mercy from his master: "Oh, young lady, please don't mess around with me. I managed to trick a girl. Don't scare me."
I...I...I also want to help our Lao Tian family spread their branches..."
Xiaomei was also afraid of her, turned away her face and said in a strong voice: "Miss! If you make fun of me again, I won't hurt you anymore! From now on, anyone can bully you!"
"Ouch, ouch, I'm still annoyed..." She stretched out her hand and pretended to scratch Xiaomei's itch, which made the other person have to surrender to her and beg for mercy.
A gust of wind blew the car curtains, and fine snowflakes floated in. "It's snowing again..." Gong Yueyue murmured to herself, subconsciously stretching out her arms to hug herself. She was wearing the "
"Bulletproof vest", I hope that when I miss him, I can reach out and hug his warmth.
"Even if you are not here, I still want to live a happy life. Because I know that you who love me will not let me be sad."
The visitor dismounted and took out a letter from his arms and handed it to the sentry: "The young man is a member of General He's family. He has come to deliver an urgent letter to the general. Please be sure to pass it on."
The sentry pinched the envelope and said to him: "Leave it to me. All letters during the march must be reviewed and approved by the marshal. I will submit them to the marshal first for you."
The visitor was familiar with the rules of the military, and without any nonsense, he cupped his fists and said thank you: "Thank you, Master, thank you for your help, Master!"
The lights in the commander's tent were still bright. At this moment, Zhao Changyuan and several generals were laying a sand table and talking about the art of war.
The messenger handed in the letter sent by the sentry: "Marshal, here is General He Yong's home letter."
Zhao Changyuan took the letter, walked up to He Yong, who had a pale face, and handed it to him: "Open and read it yourself." This late-night letter home, you can guess what it is about by just thinking about it with any part of your body.
Several people in the camp knew about this, and they all held their breath and kept silent, which made He Yong even more nervous: "Marshal... I'm... nervous... you better... help me take a look."
Zhao Changyuan knew that he had little future at this moment, so he no longer refused to refuse, decisively opened the envelope and shook out the letter...
Only the crackling sound of the torch was left in the camp. Zhao Changyuan finished reading the letter, silently folded it and took back the envelope, twitching his lips a few times.
He Yong's heart dropped a lot: "Hey, Marshal, what's your expression? In the end...is it good news or bad news?"
"I don't know what to say, you better see for yourself." After Zhao Changyuan finished speaking, he covered his face with one hand to hide his unbearable smile.
This move was interpreted by He Yong as crying. As he opened the envelope, he asked with a tearful voice: "Could it be... that my wife is gone? Or is my child gone? Don't be like this... are they all gone?"
Except for Zhao Changyuan, everyone in the tent thought that the letter contained bad news. Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent. Only He Yong hummed in despair: "I...why is my life like this..."?
Half of it didn't stop humming.
After everyone waited for a long time, they looked up and saw He Yong covering his face and twitching all over. Yang Jinyi got angry and shouted angrily: "What's going on? Are you crying or laughing? I've been worried for a long time, who is it?
Can you tell me what the situation is?"
Holding the letter in his hand, He Yong squatted down and stood up again. He finally calmed down and turned around and cheered: "My wife has given birth to a baby!"
"Ah?" "Ah!" "Ah..." Everyone was stunned.
He patted his swollen and bleeding face and shouted while jumping: "I said it wrong, I said it wrong, my wife gave birth to a son, son, hahahaha! I have a son! I have a son!" before he finished speaking.
, the man had already run out of the tent. He must have gone to his own army to play harp.
Everyone in the camp was happy for him. Yang Jinyi shook his head and said with a smile: "This silly boy is just like my eldest brother when he was a father. Hahahahaha!" When he talked about his eldest brother whose life or death was uncertain, his eyes filled with mist.
To avoid losing his composure on the spot, he quickly changed the subject: "What did the letter say? How did it happen in the end? Are everything safe?"
"Everything is safe. My wife found a doctor to perform an abdominal delivery for her."
"Your little lady really has some tricks up her sleeve!" Yang Jinyi was delighted with this fake sister from the bottom of his heart.
Zhao Changyuan was naturally even more proud, with tenderness and sweetness in his eyes and mouth: "Well! She gave me a good sign."
After a while, Xi Dang's father ran back again: "Please Marshal, please come up with a name for my son."
Zhao Dabaitu thought he was joking: "Hey, you are his father, do you still have the nerve to let me catch you for such a thing?"
He Yong scratched his head and explained embarrassedly: "Hey, I, He Yong, am a rough man and have never studied. I just hope that my son will become a versatile man in both civil and military affairs... just like... just like you. Please give me a gentle name."
The name he ordered is better than the one I randomly gave him."
Yang Jinyi also helped: "Brother-in-law, just think of one for him. It will save him the trouble of thinking for a long time, and in the end he only came up with something like a hunk, a tiger, an ergouzi... It's not easy for a woman to have a baby.
, don’t ruin the name.”
Everyone burst into laughter after saying the same thing. "Hahahaha!" "Hahaha!"
"Let me think about it." Zhao Changyuan took a few steps and suddenly saw the door curtain blown by a gust of wind, and the snowflakes outside the curtain fluttered in, causing frost all over the ground. His eyes lit up: "How is He Muyun?"
"He Muyun... sounds good! Is there any allusion to it?"
Zhao Dabai Rabbit walked up to He Yong with his hands behind his back and said softly: "I still remember the first time you went hunting with me, the weather was like this and it suddenly snowed. My master said that you are good at riding and have excellent archery skills. You will also be a good man in the future."
It will be a great achievement. At that time, you were bending your bow and arrow on your horse, and he read a poem in my ear. The wind was strong and the horns were ringing, and the general was hunting Weicheng. The grass was dry and the eagle's eyes were sharp, and the snow was all over the horse's hooves. Suddenly, I passed Xinfeng City, and I still
Return to Xiliu Camp. Looking back at the Eagle Shooting Place, I see a thousand miles away from the dark clouds. He was born in the evening, and I hope he will inherit your father's majesty. Mu Yun, it seems good."
"Okay, this is what my son will be called! Without the cultivation of the Marshal and the promotion of General Cao, there would be no He Yong today. Let this be the name that the Marshal and General Cao gave my son together! It is He Muyun!"
The White Rabbit said a lot, and none of the rough guys in the tent really understood it, but they all thought it sounded smooth and easy to hear. Naturally, He Yong was very satisfied.
Speaking of this, Zhao Dabaitu remembered Cao Rui again, who was in a desperate situation: "Master will be very happy if he knows about it. I hope everything is safe for him."
After everyone dispersed and he was the only one left in the handsome tent, he took off his shirt and planned to go to bed. The cold bed and lonely pillow made him curl his lips. Damn war! He cursed helplessly in his heart.