After a moment, An Qing said, "I do like to be with you and don't want to go back to the palace. But have you ever thought that Jing Yun's thoughts may be different from yours?"
Han Du was stunned when he heard this and looked at An Qing in confusion.
An Qing looked into Han Du's eyes and continued: "You are a man, and you think what you men think. But what seems right to you may not be right to Jing Yun. Once a woman identifies with a man,
Even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, she will go through it with joy."
After hearing this, Han Du was silent for a long time, and finally sighed, "I'm just worried that she will be like this, and I don't want her to suffer." ??
"What is suffering and what is happiness? That is what Jingyun feels, not you. Maybe what you think is happiness is suffering in her eyes." An Qing patiently enlightened Han Du.
Han Du suddenly looked at An Qing for a moment, and then there was silence.
In the days that followed, Han Du fell into the ecstasy of having a child.
He's going to be a father soon, and he has to do something. He can't just point at his child's nose and ask him to call him dad, as the joke says, and that's it, right?
What about playing? This is my own child.
What does a baby in the cradle need?
Milk powder? This one doesn’t have it, but there is a wet nurse.
Clothes? You don’t have to worry about this. Your parents have already prepared it for you.
By the way, the cradle!
Of course babies love cradle the most, so make a cradle for them yourself.
As soon as he said it, Han Du took out the precious wood he brought back last time and started to work on it himself.
But Han Du didn't understand carpentry at all. Even though he had people prepare steel nails, he still nailed the cradle crookedly.
An Qing looked at the ugly wooden shelf on the ground and couldn't help but glance at his brows, "What are you doing, husband?"
Han Du looked at the wood residue and the crooked cradle on the ground, and smiled awkwardly, "I wanted to make a cradle for our child with my own hands, but I didn't expect it to be like this. I'm really not a work material.
.”
"What is a cradle?" An Qing was used to Han Du popping out a few words she had never heard of at any time, so she was not surprised and asked directly.
"It is used for our children to sleep in. Children like to sleep most when they are just born. The rocking of the cradle will make the children sleep very comfortably."
An Qing saw that Han Du's hands were cut open by wood residue in order to make this cradle, and he held it gently with distress, "I remember that there are carpenters in the princess's mansion. Whatever your husband wants, just let them do it.
, why do you need to wrong yourself like this?"
"It's not wrong to be wronged," Han Du saw tears welling up in An Qing's eyes, so he had to follow her wishes and said, "Well, they are the only ones who can do these things well."
Anqing recruited two old carpenters from the princess's mansion.
As soon as the two of them saw the wood residue on the floor, their legs went weak and they knelt down.
One of them, as if he had witnessed some tragic scene, howled in grief: "Oh my God, my God! This is rouge wood, a rouge wood that is hard to buy for a lot of money. How did it become like this, how did it become like this?"
?”
An Qing looked confused. She didn't know why the two carpenters just saw the wood.
He became like this, as if he were mourning for his heir.
Although Han Du knew that the wood he brought back was good stuff, he didn't know its value. After all, Han Du only brought the good stuff to his home and never sold it.
Looking at the looks of these two people, it seemed that he had done something wasteful. Han Du was embarrassed for a moment, and seeing the two people yelling at each other, he asked: "Why, is this wood expensive?"
The old carpenter sighed with a sad face, "Master Hou, this is not a question of whether it is expensive or not, but this rouge wood is very rare. It is not even found in the princess's mansion."
The old carpenter looked at the wood residue on the ground and the miserable cradle. He couldn't bear to look at it. The wood had become like this. No matter how much he said, it was useless.
Pointing to the crooked cradle, the old carpenter said: "These wood pieces can be easily dismantled and reused. Lord Marquis, I beg you, I beg you, just tell me what you want to do in the future, don't do it yourself, okay?"
"
Han Du nodded first, then shook his head, "No need to force it, you come with me."
The two craftsmen were confused, but still followed Han Du in an orderly manner.
Han Du came to a warehouse, opened the door, and waved to the two old carpenters to come in.
As soon as they entered, the two of them were shocked from ear to ear. Rouge wood, huanghuali, ebony, rosewood, etc., all kinds of precious wood were piled up in a warehouse.
"I want to make a cradle," Han Du told the two of them what the cradle would look like and how it would be made. "The wood here is at your disposal. You just have to make it when the time comes."
"
"Okay, I will definitely live up to the expectations of the Marquis." They both took a deep breath.
What the Marquis of Zhenhai wanted was just a little clever, not complicated, and the two of them were confident enough to make it. What made them feel uneasy was the precious wood.
Ordinary wood can be used to make the cradle, but the Marquis of Zhenhai wants them to use these precious woods. But no matter what, since the Marquis insists on this, then they have nothing to regret. On the contrary, they also
It is also a very enjoyable thing for them to be able to handle these precious woods.
The cradle is not complicated, and it only took the two of them one day to make it.
An Qing looked at the polished cradle without a trace of burrs, with a motherly smile on his face. This thing had never been seen before. When he thought that his child was the first to enjoy this cradle, An Qing's face filled with joy and expectation.
.
After the cradle was finished, Han Du did not let the two old carpenters leave because Han Du thought about what the child liked to play with when he was two or three years old.
Of course it’s a slide!
To this end, Handu vacated two vacant rooms and built an indoor slide.
Once the slide was finished, the happiest person was not Han Du, but Han Jingyun and An Qing.
Originally, Han Du prepared something for his son, but the two of them fell in love with it at first sight. Not only that, they also started playing happily.
Seeing the two people sliding down from a high place while yelling, Han Du couldn't help but say, "Have you two had enough fun? How old are you, and you still play with things that three-year-olds play."
When An Qing heard this, her face turned a little red. Compared to the fact that Han Du had prepared this for the child in her belly, she, the soon-to-be mother, started playing by herself, which was a bit bad after all. After a while, An Qing said something.
"I do like to be with you and don't want to go back to the palace. But have you ever thought that Jing Yun might have different ideas from yours?"
Han Du was stunned when he heard this and looked at An Qing in confusion.
An Qing looked into Han Du's eyes and continued: "You are a man, and you think what you men think. But what seems right to you may not be right to Jing Yun. Once a woman identifies with a man,
Even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, she will go through it with joy."
After hearing this, Han Du was silent for a long time, and finally sighed, "I'm just worried that she will be like this, and I don't want her to suffer."
"What is suffering and what is happiness? That is what Jingyun feels, not you. Maybe what you think is happiness is suffering in her eyes." An Qing patiently enlightened Han Du.
Han Du suddenly looked at An Qing for a moment, and then there was silence.
In the days that followed, Han Du fell into the ecstasy of having a child.
He is going to be a father soon, and he has to do something. He can’t just point at his child’s nose and ask him to call him daddy, as the joke says, and that’s it, right? .??.
What about playing? This is my own child.
What does a baby in the cradle need?
Milk powder? This one doesn’t have it, but there is a wet nurse.
Clothes? You don’t have to worry about this. Your parents have already prepared it for you.
By the way, the cradle!
Of course babies love cradle the most, so make a cradle for them yourself.
As soon as he said it, Han Du took out the precious wood he brought back last time and started to work on it himself.
But Han Du didn't understand carpentry at all. Even though he had people prepare steel nails, he still nailed the cradle crookedly.
An Qing looked at the ugly wooden shelf on the ground and couldn't help but glance at his brows, "What are you doing, husband?"
Han Du looked at the wood residue and the crooked cradle on the ground, and smiled awkwardly, "I wanted to make a cradle for our child with my own hands, but I didn't expect it to be like this. I'm really not a work material.
.”
"What is a cradle?" An Qing was used to Han Du popping out a few words she had never heard of at any time, so she was not surprised and asked directly.
"It is used for our children to sleep in. Children like to sleep most when they are just born. The rocking of the cradle will make the children sleep very comfortably."
An Qing saw that Han Du's hands were cut open by wood residue in order to make this cradle, and he held it gently with distress, "I remember that there are carpenters in the princess's mansion. Whatever your husband wants, just let them do it.
, why do you need to wrong yourself like this?"
"It's not wrong to be wronged," Han Du saw tears welling up in An Qing's eyes, so he had to follow her wishes and said, "Well, they are the only ones who can do these things well."
Anqing recruited two old carpenters from the princess's mansion.
As soon as the two of them saw the wood residue on the floor, their legs went weak and they knelt down.
One of them, as if he had witnessed some tragic scene, howled in grief: "Oh my God, my God! This is rouge wood, a rouge wood that is hard to buy for a lot of money. How did it become like this, how did it become like this?"
?”
An Qing looked confused. She didn't know why the two carpenters just saw the wood.
He became like this, as if he were mourning for his heir.
Although Han Du knew that the wood he brought back was good stuff, he didn't know its value. After all, Han Du only brought the good stuff to his home and never sold it.
Looking at the looks of these two people, it seemed that he had done something wasteful. Han Du was embarrassed for a moment, and seeing the two people yelling at each other, he asked: "Why, is this wood expensive?"
The old carpenter sighed with a sad face, "Master Hou, this is not a question of whether it is expensive or not, but this rouge wood is very rare. It is not even found in the princess's mansion."
The old carpenter looked at the wood residue on the ground and the miserable cradle. He couldn't bear to look at it. The wood had become like this. No matter how much he said, it was useless.
Pointing to the crooked cradle, the old carpenter said: "These wood pieces can be easily dismantled and reused. Lord Marquis, I beg you, I beg you, just tell me what you want to do in the future, don't do it yourself, okay?"
"
Han Du nodded first, then shook his head, "No need to force it, you come with me."
The two craftsmen were confused, but still followed Han Du in an orderly manner.
Han Du came to a warehouse, opened the door, and waved to the two old carpenters to come in.
As soon as they entered, the two of them were shocked from ear to ear. Rouge wood, huanghuali, ebony, rosewood, etc., all kinds of precious wood were piled up in a warehouse.
"I want to make a cradle," Han Du told the two of them what the cradle would look like and how it would be made. "The wood here is at your disposal. You just have to make it when the time comes."
"
"Okay, I will definitely live up to the expectations of the Marquis." They both took a deep breath.
What the Marquis of Zhenhai wanted was just a little clever, not complicated, and the two of them were confident enough to make it. What made them feel uneasy was the precious wood.
Ordinary wood can be used to make the cradle, but the Marquis of Zhenhai wants them to use these precious woods. But no matter what, since the Marquis insists on this, then they have nothing to regret. On the contrary, they also
It is also a very enjoyable thing for them to be able to handle these precious woods.
The cradle is not complicated, and it only took the two of them one day to make it.
An Qing looked at the polished cradle without a trace of burrs, with a motherly smile on his face. This thing had never been seen before. When he thought that his child was the first to enjoy this cradle, An Qing's face filled with joy and expectation.
.
After the cradle was finished, Han Du did not let the two old carpenters leave because Han Du thought about what the child liked to play with when he was two or three years old.
Of course it’s a slide!
To this end, Handu vacated two vacant rooms and built an indoor slide.
Once the slide was finished, the happiest person was not Han Du, but Han Jingyun and An Qing.
Originally, Han Du prepared something for his son, but the two of them fell in love with it at first sight. Not only that, they also started playing happily.
Seeing the two people sliding down from a high place while yelling, Han Du couldn't help but say, "Have you two had enough fun? How old are you, and you still play with things that three-year-olds play."
When An Qing heard this, her face turned red with embarrassment. Compared to the fact that Han Du had prepared it for the child in her belly, she, the soon-to-be mother, started playing with it herself, which was a bit bad after all.