"Mom," the girl with picturesque features said in a sweet and soft voice, "What will bring dad back?"
"That's hard to say." The soft and beautiful woman smiled slightly and said, "Your father led the troops out to fight. Once the battle is won, it's time to come back."
The girl sighed and held her chin with her hand: "But, I miss my dad."
This girl is none other than Shen Hao, who was born five years ago.
On the day Shen Hao was born, the weather was hot and cicadas were chirping. Feng Shaojun was exhausted from the labor pains and fell asleep for two days after giving birth.
Shen You was so frightened that he insisted that he would never have children again.
If you have both children, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have any more children.
Shen Hao is like a miniature version of Feng Shaojun, with beautiful features and delicate features. She loves beauty very much. She wears beautiful little skirts every day, and her soft hair is combed into a bun. Standing in front of you and calling you sweetly, she can make you beautiful. People's hearts melted.
Of course, this is just appearance. Shen Hao not only looks like her mother, but also has the same cunning and duplicitous appearance. At a young age, with a delicate and cute little face, she can deceive her brother Shen Xu. Gotta go round and round.
Not only Shen Xu, Shen Miao, Shen Yu, Cui Dalang, Cui Erlang, Cui Sanlang, and the four boys from the Fang family all had no choice but to surrender when they met Shen Hao.
Yes, in the past five years, cousin Song gave birth to another boy. Li also gave birth to Silang to Fang Peng. Cui Sanlang and Fang Silang were one year younger than Shen Hao and were Shen Hao's little followers.
Shen You loves his daughter like a ball in his hand. He holds it in his hand for fear of falling and holds it in his mouth for fear of melting. The relationship between Shen Hao and his biological father is also very good.
Shen You had been out of seclusion for more than two months after leading his troops. Shen Hao had to count on his fingers every day, and he always had to ask the same question several times.
Feng Shaojun couldn't help but smile when he saw his daughter's cute look of longing for her. He stretched out his arms to hold his daughter in his arms: "Your father is away, so he must miss you every day."
Shen Hao leaned his head against his mother's and said sweetly: "Now that my mother is with me, I am already very happy."
Feng Shaojun laughed, reached out and pinched the bridge of Shen Hao's straight nose: "You little flatterer."
"Mom," a familiar voice sounded, and a handsome boy of seven or eight years old rushed over.
Five years have passed by, and the ignorant child of the past has grown up day by day. He looks like Shen You, handsome and heroic. His temperament...
"Mom!" Shen Xu ran over excitedly and said with a grin: "I opened my bow and shot an arrow today, and I can already shoot twenty steps."
Shen Hao looked at him with admiration: "Brother is so awesome!"
"of course."
Shen Xu puffed up his little chest proudly, like a cockereling little rooster: "Sister, you and mother come to the martial arts field together, and I will shoot arrows for you to see."
This movement and expression look so familiar to me.
Apart from her appearance, she looks exactly like a little Shen Jia.
Feng Shaojun was secretly amused. When she and Shen You were chatting privately, she hoped that her son would grow up happily and not be as gloomy and dull as Shen You was when he was young.
God follows people's wishes. Shen Xu grew up under the love of his father and his mother. He has a cheerful and lively personality. Occasionally, he is coaxed by his sister to suffer a small loss, but he doesn't get sulky and just turns around. Isn't he just like Shen Jia?
Feng Shaojun stood up with a smile: "Okay, let's go together."
Before his hand touched his son's arm, Shen Xu dodged away: "Mom, I'm already so old and I'm not a three-year-old, so don't pull me like this."
Feng Shaojun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and rolled his eyes at Shen Xu: "Where did you hear this fallacy?"
Shen Xu said confidently: "This is what Brother Fang told me."
Fang Dalang is eleven years old this year and is the eldest among the children. He naturally becomes the eldest among the children. Shen Xu plays with Fang Dalang and the others all day long and talks about how Brother Fang is doing.
Feng Shaojun heard it funny and followed his son's words and said: "That's okay, then I'll stay away from you."
Shen Xu scratched his head: "It doesn't have to be too far, just don't hold my hand."
While the mother and son were chatting and joking, they arrived at the small martial arts arena.
This place was originally a small garden. When Shen Xu started studying and practicing martial arts at the age of five, the small garden was renovated and turned into a small martial arts arena.
Except for the inconvenience of riding horses, it is enough to accommodate more than a hundred people practicing at the same time. There are two rows of wooden racks set up beside the martial arts arena, and various wooden weapons are placed on the wooden racks.
These wooden weapons, which are one size smaller, were specially made by Cui Yuanhan and paid a lot of money to craftsmen, specifically for children to practice martial arts.
Therefore, every afternoon, the martial arts arena is very lively.
Cui Dalang and Cui Erlang were both there. Cui Sanlang was still young and could not practice martial arts for the time being, but he came over in a noisy manner and stretched his head to look around.
Shen Miao, Shen Yu's two siblings, and the four Fang family brothers were also there.
The person responsible for teaching the children to practice martial arts is the guard of the Shen family. This guard is good at riding and shooting, and has great skills. He once went to the battlefield with Shen You in the past. Unfortunately, he injured his right arm when fighting the Tatars last year. The injury was healed, but he could no longer go to the battlefield. So he stayed in Shen's house and taught his young masters how to practice martial arts.
The children are practicing archery. There is a row of archery targets on the martial arts ground.
Fang Dalang stood thirty steps away, drew his bow and shot an arrow. With a whoosh, an arrow flew out and landed steadily on the target. Suddenly there was a burst of cheers.
Fang Peng had pockmarks on his face, but fortunately he did not pass it on to his sons. Fang Dalang was much more handsome than his father, and he was also taller. He had the demeanor of a general.
While Fang Dalang was admiring, he glanced at Shen Miao who was not far away.
Ten-year-old Shen Miao, with snow-white skin, bright eyes and white teeth, wearing a red military uniform, picked up the bow and shot an arrow. She also hit the bullseye.
Shen Xu and Shen Yu clapped together and said hello, and Fang Erlang, Fang Sanlang and the Cui brothers even praised each other and flattered each other.
Fang Dalang looked at the flattering faces of a bunch of young boys and felt that all of them were an eyesore.
It would be great if there were only him and sister Shen Miao on this martial arts field.
Cui Sanlang and Fang Silang are both four years old this year, one year younger than Shen Hao. They immediately rushed over happily, calling them good sisters.
In short, the children all have playmates.
Feng Shaojun ignored them and watched Shen Xu practice archery with great interest.
Shen Xu inherited the appearance of his biological father, Shen You, and also inherited Shen You's extraordinary martial arts talent. At a young age, he could already draw a bow and shoot an arrow. He could fire an arrow from twenty paces away.
Shen Xu shot twenty arrows in succession, and then ran over triumphantly: "Mom, how was my archery performance?"
Feng Shaojun smiled and praised: "It's quite improved. I'll let the cooks roast the leg of lamb tonight."
Shen Xu has been in the border town as long as he can remember and has no memory of the capital. His favorite food in his life is roast leg of lamb. Hearing this, he cheered happily, turned to his friends and shouted: "Don't leave tonight, let's eat together." Roast leg of lamb.”
The timeline has been extended to five years later, and this article has officially entered the final stage (*^__^*) It is expected to be completed in early December, and there will be some extras. If you like to see the extras, you can leave a message ~ I will try my best to satisfy everyone ~
