Coming out of the ancestral hall, Xiao Yu'er frowned and took Huo Xi's hand: "Mom, isn't Chenchen younger than Yu'er?" Why was she in front of him?
Yuer should be ranked fourth and Chenchen should be ranked fifth. Why should he be ranked behind Chenchen?
Huo Xi was very relieved that if her son had something on his mind, he would not express it on the spot. He would hold it in and ask her quietly afterward.
At a young age, he has a sense of stability and forbearance. He is very much like his father.
He touched his son's little head and said with a smile: "Isn't Yu'er called Uncle Chenchen? He is an uncle. He is older than us Yu'er, so he has to be ranked ahead of us Yu'er."
"What is seniority?"
Last year, Xiao Yu'er was also carried by Mu Yan to pay homage to his ancestors, but he couldn't speak fully at that time and didn't understand anything. This year, he has grown up and started to understand a little more.
"Ask your father." Huo Xi dismissed him with a smile.
The little Yu'er let go of his mother's hand and ran to find his father, shaking his short legs.
Mu Yan was walking beside the mother and son. He was a martial arts practitioner with sharp ears and eyes. How could he not hear it? He glared at Huo Xi. The mother was impatient to deal with her son, so she gave her son to him.
Seeing her walking in front talking to Yu Wenying and others, she lowered her head and looked at her son. His son ran over and held his hand. Mu Yan felt soft in his heart.
Seeing his son looking up at him with a strong desire for knowledge, he smiled and explained to his son his generation, clan, inheritance, and why he had to go to the ancestral hall to offer incense and kneel down to worship during the four o'clock and eight festivals.
It doesn’t matter whether my son understands it or not.
Anyway, he had grown up like this since he was a child, and his grandfather and stepfather would angrily push them to him, too much. When he was young, he didn't understand, but when he grew up, he gradually understood.
As the saying goes, father passes on to son, and son passes on to grandson. This is generally true.
Seeing his son blinking his eyes as if he didn't understand, "It's okay if Qi'er doesn't understand. All you need to do is remember it and review it from time to time. Only when you remember it will you understand it when you grow up. Do you know?"
"Got it."
"good."
Mrs. Geng walked aside, turned to look at the father and son, then lowered her eyes silently, and sighed secretly.
The old marquis taught Mu Yan really well, and he was a successor who could serve as the director of the family and take charge of the family. Now it seems that he is teaching Qi'er equally well. In the future, with Yan'er in the Mu family, the three generations of the Mu family will be safe.
He also has her blood flowing through him, but now he belongs to the eldest family and is Feng's grandson... Why don't you tell Sheng'er to change the ancestral tree? Let Yan'er return to the second family?
Mu Yan didn't know what she was thinking, and even if he found out, he and his wife wouldn't care.
Now I only focus on raising my son.
Seeing that his son was relieved, he understood that Chen Chen, who was younger than him, was in front of him, and jumped up and down to play with his little aunt. Mu Yan smiled.
Recalling that he had just turned over the ancestral genealogy and saw the Mu Zhang family written next to him, Mu Yan twitched the corner of his mouth.
The family had a reunion dinner on New Year's Eve, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. Mrs. Geng had a crush on Mu Yan, but looking at the little fishermen who called her great-grandmother around her, she also had a smile on her face, and they had fun playing with her.
a while.
Children are innocent and lively, what can they understand? The grudges and grudges of adults have nothing to do with them. On New Year's Eve, they set off firecrackers and lit fireworks, stayed up with the adults, and gathered around the adults to ask for lucky money. They were very happy, and everyone who saw them was in a good mood.
Even when everyone asked about Mu Wang's marriage, Xiao Yu'er and Yingying also followed the adults in making noises. They also ran to ask their uncle and brother if there was a girl they liked, saying that they wanted to be the wedding dolls.
Huo Xi looked at Mu Jie with a smile.
When they were young, Mu Jie and An An were very popular with everyone in Qionghua Lane. Whose family would not invite these two happy babies to their family?
Mu Xin also smiled and glanced at her son, "Yes, let you look at your uncle and your brother to get married quickly. Don't delay your wedding. My Yingying won't be a wedding baby if she grows two years old. Her brother was a baby when he was a child.
Xiwawa has saved a lot of reward money."
Hahaha... Everyone couldn't help but feel happy when they thought that there was a box in Mu Jie's room specially for putting wedding gifts.
Mu Jie was not angry that his own father was trying to make trouble for him, and even told his sister and nephew how much money he had in the box to reward him.
This led the two children to make trouble with Mu Wang again. Mu Wang just wanted to run away far away.
It was a deep night, and each room went back to its own courtyard. Huo Xi and Mu Yan also returned to their own courtyards with their sleeping sons in their arms.
The couple stayed indoors to watch the New Year.
There was a charcoal fire burning in the brazier, and the room was warm. Huo Xi leaned on Mu Yan and felt the heat. It was nice to have this constant-temperature stove in the winter. He stretched his hands into Mu Yan's sleeves.
Mu Yan was so excited that he trembled.
"Cold you?"
"Not yet."
Upon hearing this, Huo Xi leaned against him with peace of mind. Mu Yan, sipping the scent of her hair and body, couldn't help but feel a little distracted, and moved his big hands over Huo Xi's body.
"Mr. Mu Zhang?" Mu Yan raised the corners of his mouth again, and just thinking about it made him feel comfortable.
Huo Xi rolled her eyes at him and said, "My surname is Zhang, Huo, Mu and Zhang."
"Aren't you called the Young Madam of the Mu Mansion when you are outside? Young Madam Mu, Madam Mu Shizi? Mu Family?"
Huo Xi snorted. Mu Yan was in a good mood. He lowered his head and looked for her lips...
The two of them flirted with each other, you retreated and I advanced, you welcomed me forward...
"Let Yu'er sleep in his room and let the maid watch him at night." Mu Yan was dissatisfied with his desire.
"He will cry." Huo Xi was a little reluctant.
"He is a son, and he is our eldest son. Don't raise him too spoiled. If he cannot bear the burden in the future, he will have to look for his parents when something happens to him. I can only walk and talk when I was a child. My grandfather said that you have to take care of yourself.
It’s about that.”
Huo Xi sighed, feeling sorry for him, and pecked his neck.
"You are you, and Yu'er is Yu'er. He has a father and a mother to love him. In the future, he will act generously and brightly, his heart will be full of love, and his temper will not be so withdrawn."
Mu Yan also agreed with Huo Xi. What he couldn't get when he was a child, he wanted to give it to his son. However, his son affected the happiness of his parents, which was a bit...
I feel like my son is an eyesore on the bed.
"Let's wait until he is older. With my son by my side, I sleep soundly at night."
"I'm not enough?"
"You're not here every night."
Mu Yan was silent. In the past two years, he was often sent out by Emperor Yongkang to carry out various secret tasks. He would be gone for months at a time. Sometimes he would not come back for two or three months.
Since the beginning of Taizu, the Gongwei Department has been established, which is responsible for the supervision of civil and military officials and the collection of intelligence. It was later changed to the Jinyiwei. It is under the direct control of the emperor and directly reports intelligence, military investigations, and official secret visits to the emperor.
Arrest and so on.
Now that the canal is dredged and water transportation has developed unprecedentedly, it is even more convenient for Jinyiwei to do business.
Jinyiwei used the strongholds set up along the canal to investigate corruption cases in various places and collect military and political information, and even captured them with ease.
Mu Yan had to do more errands, and the smiles on his face became less and less. He often had a straight face, cold and cold, as if he should not be near strangers. He also often had a sharp smell on his body, and the smell of blood was strong.
A lot.
But as soon as he got home, he restrained himself well. When facing Huo Xi and his son, his face smiled more. His son was also willing to get close to him.
"Xi'er, tomorrow is your birthday again, what do you want?"
Whatever his Xi'er wanted, he would find it for her, even if it cost his life.
"I want you to be here every year for my birthday."
Mu Yan hugged her tightly, rubbed her ears and temples together, and whispered good wishes.
But I will grant your wish. You are my life. Without you, I will die.