Some people say they need to change clothes. Generally speaking, they mean going to the hut.
Of course, there are also people who use changing clothes to escape. For example, Emperor Gaozu used the excuse of changing clothes at the Hongmen Banquet to escape. This is the so-called Shit Escape and Urine Escape.
Zhang Xing also thought that she really wanted to change clothes, but when she was helped back to the house and looked at the clothes she had changed, she discovered that they were stained with blood.
I was so frightened at that moment that I burst into tears with a cry of "wow".
"What's wrong with Si Niang?"
Zhang Xiahou heard crying outside and rushed in quickly.
Zhang Xing threw himself into his mother's arms and cried, "Mom, I'm sick. I'm bleeding down there. Am I going to die?"
Zhang Xiahou, who had had a premonition for a long time, breathed a sigh of relief at this time. Hearing her youngest daughter's words, she patted her back with a smile and said comfortingly: "Sister, please don't cry. This is not because you are sick, but because you have come to Tiangui."
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"Tiangui?"
Zhang Xing raised his head with tears in his eyes, confused.
"Yes," Zhang Xiahou squatted down, wiped her tears and said with a smile, "Six Niang will grow up and will be an adult from now on."
Zhang Xiahou was happy that her little daughter came to Tiangui, but she was also a little bit sad.
I am happy that she is finally growing up, but I am sad that when she grows up, she will have to get married and leave her. I don’t know which family’s son I will take advantage of?
"Okay, okay, don't cry. Put on clean clothes first, and then go to the back room to rest."
Zhang Xiahou stood up, touched Zhang Xing's head lovingly, and said.
"What about you, grandma?"
Zhang Xing nodded obediently, but held onto Zhang Xiahou's hand tightly.
The little girl encountered the first major event in her life for the first time. Although she no longer felt afraid after hearing her mother's explanation, she still felt vaguely nervous.
"Good boy, be obedient. My mother will ask the servants to make some ginger soup for you to drink. Remember not to touch anything cold these days, okay? I won't be going to the palace today. You are not feeling well and are not suitable for travel.
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When Zhang Xing heard this, he let go of his hand.
"But, my daughter wants to visit my sister in the palace..."
"I'll go back in a few days when you feel better..."
Having said this, Mrs. Zhang Xiahou was startled for a moment, and then she remembered that her daughter had grown up, and I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to come in and out of the palace as she used to, right?
Although the emperor is her brother-in-law, there are differences between men and women after all.
Zhang Xing, however, didn't notice Zhang Xiahou's expression. After listening to his mother's words, he happily turned around and changed his clothes again.
I can't enter the palace today. My younger daughter just saw blood and my eldest daughter is pregnant again. It's always unlucky for the two of them to meet.
Zhang Xiahou thought this, then turned around and went out. She wanted to arrange things.
After Zhang Xing changed his clothes, he was about to go out. Suddenly he remembered something, turned around and picked up the wool pants he had changed into, and saw a large blood stain on them.
Immediately, he pouted and almost shed tears of distress.
These are new clothes given to me by Feng Langjun. I have only worn them for two days and they have become like this. I wonder if they can be washed clean?
Seeing that her mother was not there, she carefully wrapped her woolen trousers and put them behind her back. Then she opened the door gently and looked around. Except for the maid waiting outside the door, there was no one else.
Zhang Xing breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and immediately ordered the maid: "Go, bring a basin of hot water to my room."
Then he quickly returned to his room holding his pants.
The maid quickly brought the hot water. Zhang Xing waved her little hand and asked her to go out. Then she closed the door, took out her pants, and soaked the blood-stained area in the basin, imitating the servant's way of doing laundry.
He looked like he was rubbing it hard.
These woolen pants and that dress are a set, and now she is the only one in Jincheng who owns them, and Feng Langjun asked someone to make them specially for her.
Feng Langjun said in the letter that this was designed by him personally, and it was different from others!
That's why Zhang Xing was anxious to wash it clean, but he couldn't wait for his servants to wash it.
But she listened to her mother's words and knew that she was not allowed to touch anything cold these days, and she couldn't even touch cold water, so she thought smartly and wanted to use hot water to wash her.
Unexpectedly, it is better to wash the blood stain with cold water first, but once it comes into contact with hot water, it will be difficult to wash off.
So she saw that although the blood stains on the pants were washed away, no matter how hard she rubbed them, the faint red layer could not be washed away.
As he washed, Zhang Xing's tears just flowed down.
At this time, only two clicks of the door were heard, and Mrs. Zhang Xiahou asked from outside: "Siniang, open the door."
Zhang Xing was startled, and quickly wiped his tears with the back of his hand, then hurriedly hid the basin in a corner, and then ran to open the door.
Although her daughter's eyes were red, Zhang Xiahou knew that she had cried once not long ago, so she didn't pay much attention to it. She didn't expect that she cried again before opening the door.
"Here, drink this bowl of ginger soup."
Mrs. Zhang Xiahou put the bowl on the table and said to Zhang Xing.
"so spicy!"
Zhang Xing took a few sips, stuck out his tongue, and said to Mr. Zhang Xiahou with a bitter look on his face.
"You have to drink all the spicy food, it's good for your body. Besides, drinking ginger soup in winter will keep your body warm."
Zhang Xiahou watched Zhang Xing finish the ginger soup, then took her hand and told her in detail the private matters that her daughter's family should know.
After hearing this, Zhang Xing felt a fever on his face. He didn't know whether it was the ginger soup that had the effect or because he was shy.
"So, every daughter's family has to have this time. Si Niang, you have to remember that when you grow up, you will never be the same as before. A lady should look like a lady, and don't want to be laughed at.
go."
After Zhang Xiahou finished speaking, she patted Zhang Xing's hand and said, "Also, when you grow up, you need to have a correct name. You can no longer use nicknames. What kind of name does Si Niang want to choose?"
"What would my mother want to name her daughter?"
Zhang Xing threw herself into Zhang Xiahou's arms. When she heard this, she raised her head again and asked with a red face.
After the daughter's family has chosen her name, she is considered to be a maiden, and only after she gets married can her husband's family take her name.
"It stands to reason that your name was given by your grandson, but since your grandson is gone, it will be taken by your brother. But we are a family of military commanders, not as good as those families with poetry and books. Your eldest brother doesn't like reading either.
I can't even think of a good name for it."
Zhang Xiahou sighed, with a little regret on his face.
"Your second brother is quite knowledgeable. You can make him want to get married."
"Is my sister also named after my second brother?"
Zhang Xing asked curiously.
"Of course not. She chose it by herself." Zhang Xiahou couldn't help but smile, "Back then, your sister thought your grandson's name was not nice, so she made a fuss and wanted to choose it herself."
"At that time, there happened to be a colorful butterfly flying outside her window, so she picked a colorful character."
Zhang Xiahou had a look of reminiscence on his face, and he said this leisurely, seeming to have recalled interesting things about his eldest daughter who had become a queen.