After my daughter had eaten and drank enough, she fell asleep very contentedly, quietly, like a little lady.
Guan Ji pulled off her sweater and asked softly: "Why is Alang back so soon?"
Feng Junhou's eyes were still staring at a certain place, reluctant to leave.
Hearing Guan Ji's question, she responded in a low voice: "I missed you and wanted to see my son and daughter as soon as possible, so I left the army behind and rushed back with my personal guards."
Guan Ji noticed someone's gaze, her face turned red, and she kicked him secretly.
Feng woke up with a start and glanced at Zhang Xingyi next to him with a guilty conscience.
Zhang Xingyi's eyes were about to burst into flames, and his teeth were chattering.
She made a "poof" gesture at him, then turned around and prepared to leave.
The daughter in Guan Ji's arms stretched out her little hand.
Feng Yong quickly reached out to hug his daughter.
Guan Ji handed it over with some worry and said, "Can you hug me?"
"Don't worry, didn't I hug you just now? Besides, even if you didn't hug me, I haven't seen it yet?"
Feng Yong took it carefully.
Who among the rural children never raised younger siblings when they were young?
"Spitting up milk?"
"ah?"
Guan Ji was stunned and didn't understand Feng Yong's question.
"Will my child vomit after eating enough?"
Feng Yong asked again to explain.
Only then did Guan Ji understand. Her face was a little red, and she pinched Feng Yong lightly, "No."
At the same time, he signaled that Si Niang was still nearby.
Unexpectedly, she turned her head and found Siniang gently opening the door, apparently wanting to leave some space for herself.
Feng Yongyong didn't care about anything else. He only lowered his head to look at the child. He smiled with satisfaction after hearing this. He was such a good child.
Even so, he carefully tilted the child slightly.
After a while, the wet nurse came in and wanted to take the baby away.
Feng Yong shook his head, reluctant to let go, "I'll do it."
He carried the child to the cubicle, carefully placed his daughter side by side next to his sleeping son, and touched the kang, feeling that the temperature was just right, and then nodded with satisfaction.
Pediatric doctors in Nanxiang have indeed accumulated a lot of experience in this area.
After the child fell asleep, Feng Yong had time to notice other things.
"Didn't you say that Madam is here? Why don't you see anyone?"
"After the child is one month old, with the help of a wet nurse and a medical worker, I can see it by myself."
Guan Ji explained as she walked out of the inner room with Feng Yong, "Didn't Alang tell Amei what to do?"
"I heard that the progress was not going well. My aunt came over and could help me take a look, so I went to the manufacturing bureau."
Having said this, Guan Ji was a little dissatisfied.
"I don't know what A Lang asked Amei to make. Even my aunt found it difficult."
"You said you came to see me, but you didn't know that I go to the manufacturing bureau early every day these days, just like I'm on duty there."
When Feng Yong heard this, he was a little surprised and surprised: "Madam, you went to the manufacturing bureau to help develop the bed crossbow?"
This is a great thing!
Among the engineers he knows so far, Feng Yong only recognizes two and a half, one is Huang Yueying and the other is Ma Jun.
The other half is Pu Yuan, who specializes in blacksmithing, unlike Huang Yueying who is cross-domain.
Huang Yueying and Pu Yuan are both in Dahan, and they are also related to Zhuge Laoyao.
Ma Jun is very good, at least not worse than Huang Yueying, maybe even better?
Fortunately, he had always been a minor official in Wei State and was not taken seriously.
"Not only did he go, but he also praised the manufacturing bureau's rules and said that standardization is a great way to gather the efforts of everyone."
"By the way, are you hungry, Alang? My aunt should be back soon. I will go and order the servants to prepare dinner first. Is Alang going to eat something to fill his stomach first?"
Guan Ji asked with concern.
"I'm actually a little hungry."
Feng Yong said something, then looked back at the inner room. The door was closed. The wet nurse would not come out before the child woke up.
There was no one else around, so his eyes began to flicker and he asked quietly: "I saw that my daughter only ate one side just now?"
"What side?"
Guan Ji didn't understand at first, and then when she saw where someone's gaze fell, her face turned red and she said "poof" shyly.
"Won't it go up?"
Feng swallowed his saliva and asked with concern.
"Well, it's a bit full, but don't worry, just feed two next time. This time they are both hungry, so I can only feed one first."
Guan Ji was a little shy and explained.
It’s easy to make…quantity.
Feng Junhou felt a little proud. I knew from the beginning that my children would definitely not go hungry.
"I'm hungry too..."
"ah!"
This is Guan Ji exclaiming in a low voice.
"Snapped!"
This is the sound of Guan Ji hitting someone.
Huang Yueying and Amei returned from the manufacturing bureau an hour earlier than usual.
In the residence of the Colonel Protecting Qiang, many servants were walking back and forth, their steps were light and the atmosphere was full of joy.
The prince who won a great victory has returned home!
The servants don't understand any big principles, they only know that their lives are closely connected with the Hou Mansion.
The more powerful the monarch is, the longer everyone's good life will last, and it is best to last forever.
Seeing the Prime Minister's wife and Mrs. Mei returning to their residence, the servants passing by all saluted.
Zhang Xingyi stood at the door of the small living room before dinner, directing the servants, and seemed to be preparing dinner.
In the Nuan Pavilion, Feng Junhou was lazily leaning on a bench covered with cashmere, with a satisfied smile on his face.
Guan Ji's cheeks were slightly red, and she was far away from him, looking through documents, but her eyes were always wandering inadvertently, as if she had done something wrong.
Seeing Huang Yueying push the door open and come in, she quickly stood up like a frightened little rabbit and said, "Aunt, you are back."
Huang Yueying nodded slightly and looked at Feng Yong.
"Meet Madam."
Feng Junhou solemnly saluted.
"We are all one family, there is no need to be so divided."
After not seeing each other for three years, Huang Yueying was happy to see that Feng Yongyong had not only become calm, but also had the power of a superior person. She regarded him as a nephew.
"It has really changed! In the past three years, although you have not been in Jincheng, news about you still comes from Jincheng from time to time."
Huang Yueying walked up to him and looked at it carefully for a while, with appreciation in her eyes, "It's a little less delicate than a few years ago."
"My body and bones are much stronger than before. It seems that I suffered a lot in the army."
Feng Yong giggled and didn't explain.
Huang Yueying asked Feng Yong and Guan Ji to sit down and said, "After the Battle of Longyou, news about you spread all over Jincheng. It is not an exaggeration to say that your reputation is spread throughout the world."
"After hearing the news from the front, I felt really scared."
"To be honest, it's hard to say what the Northern Expedition would have been like without you."
"Thinking about what you were like a few years ago, I don't think you have such courage. Even the Queen Mother in the palace said that Feng Mingwen was born in the Han Dynasty and was excellent in both civil and military affairs..."
Huang Yueying may have been too happy, so she was a little nagging and asked a lot of questions.
Feng Yong answered one by one.
Amei was not qualified to interrupt, so she stood there, but the joy in her eyes almost overflowed.
I don't know how long it took, but the door of the room was pushed open, and Zhang Xingyi walked in, "Aunt, sister, it's time for dinner."
I don’t know if it was because of what my aunt said that the couple in the house started crying at this time.
"Is the child hungry?"
Huang Yueying still didn't finish her meaning and said something.
Guan Ji hurriedly entered the inner room and took the child from the wet nurse.
I don’t know whether the son or the daughter took a few puffs, but found that nothing could come out, and suddenly started dancing and crying again.
Huang Yueying heard the crying, walked in and asked, "Why are you still crying?"
Guan Ji was so frightened that her hands trembled, her face turned red, and she muttered a few words.
Fortunately, the child cried loudly, and Huang Yueying's attention was all on the child, but she did not notice Guan Ji's abnormality.
Guan Ji handed the child to the wet nurse and motioned for the wet nurse to feed her, and the child stopped crying.
The child felt a sense of presence. After Huang Yueying came out of the room, she finally remembered something.
She asked Feng Yong, who was waiting outside: "The child's 100th day is coming soon, have you thought of a name?"
Feng Yong nodded: "My nickname was given by Sanniang. Anyway, I'm used to it, so I won't change it."
The son’s name is Ah Chong and the daughter’s name is Shuang Shuang.
They are called Ah Chong because they are easy to feed, and they are called Shuangshuang because they are in pairs.
"You are willing to accommodate Sanniang."
Huang Yueying said something.
Then he asked, "The child's name will be announced to the outside world in a hundred days. What name do you plan to choose?"
"My son's name is Feng Ling, and my daughter's name is Feng Ying."
Feng Yong replied.
"What did you say?"
Huang Yueying couldn't figure out the meaning of this.
"When the child was born, it was when I captured Lingju City, so I chose the word Ling."
Huang Yueying listened to Feng Yong's explanation and nodded, "I see, it can be regarded as placing my hope as a father."
"Why is that pair named Ying?"
Feng Yong smiled slightly and said, "The moths are snowy and the willows are golden, and the laughter is filled with fragrance. This is a sentence I wrote for my daughter, so I chose the word Ying."
As soon as these words came out, not only Huang Yueying, but also Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi's eyes lit up.
"Good sentence!" Huang Yueying praised in praise, thought about it for a while, and then sighed, "The daughter of the Feng family will be able to overwhelm others just by her name."
Feng Yong smiled proudly.
Isn’t that right?
When others report their names, they are all dry and dry. The most they can show off is: "Who is my master?"
Only my daughter did not need to say her name at all, but directly reported her unique symbol: "The moth is like a golden wisp of snow and a willow, and the laughter is full of secret fragrance."
Then others suddenly realized: "Oh, it turns out she is the young master of Feng Junhou's family!"
"That's the only sentence?"
But Guan Ji felt more and more uncomfortable the more she thought about it, so she couldn't help but ask.
This person's favorite thing to do in the article is to read half of it and retain half of it, which is very annoying.
"This is all I have for now. I will write a song specially for her later. Even if it is a gift for her, it is not an article."
Today's poetry has just broken away from the Confucian classics of the Han Dynasty, and various rhythms have not yet been fully formed.
Most of the time, everyone just plays freely.
Not to mention the further things like lyrics.
If you write a long or short sentence, no one will say anything, and others will think you are creating a new style of writing.
"You dote on your daughter." Huang Yueying noted this in her mind, secretly thinking that just these two sentences were exciting enough.
Not to mention the few articles written by this guy, few can compare to them.
Come to think of it, even the music is enough to make people look forward to it.
"Why don't you also write a few words for Ah Chong?"
Zhang Xingyi stood up for his nephew.
"Can't write it!"
Feng Junhou answered confidently.
On the spot, Huang Yueying, Guan Ji, Zhang Xingyi and the others choked heavily.
After eating the sumptuous dinner specially prepared by Zhang Xingyi, Feng Yong took another bath before going to bed.
A breakup was better than a wedding, not to mention that this was the first time Feng Yong could spend the night in Guan Ji's room after Guan Ji became pregnant.
During the past few months when the leader was away, his murderous aura was relatively strong. It would take a long time to eliminate the murderous aura in his body, so he slept relatively late at night.
In addition, I was a little tired after traveling all the way back from Lingju, and I didn't want to wake up the next morning.
Feeling a bright light, Feng Yong reluctantly opened his eyes. Feeling that his eyes were astringent, he immediately squinted his eyes again.
In the light of the candle, he saw a familiar figure moving in front of the window.
"Xijun, what are you doing?"
Guan Ji turned around and said apologetically, "But are you disturbing A Lang?"
Look out the window, it's still dark.
It gets late in the winter and I don’t know what time it is.
Wrapped in a warm fine velvet quilt, Feng Yong asked lazily: "What are you doing up so early?"
He just felt sour and refreshed at the same time, and he didn't want to move at all.
"Alang is away on an expedition, and all the rest will be left to my concubine. Now that Alang has returned victorious, he just needs to rest peacefully, and leave the rest to my concubine."
Guan Ji stood up and walked to the couch.
Only then did Feng Yong realize that she was actually wearing a military uniform again, and she was full of heroic spirit - but her chest muscles were a bit exaggerated.
"What are you doing?"
Feng Yong asked in surprise.
"Alang has brought back all the personal guards this time?"
Guan Ji didn't answer, but asked a question.
"That's natural."
Feng Yong was a little confused.
Guan Ji nodded, but she was talking about another thing.
"About ten days ago, someone from Phanhan in Longxi sent several heads. According to the person who sent them, they were the heads of the leaders of the Hu rebels in Longxi."
"Oh, is there anything else?"
Feng Yong finally came to his senses, stood up and said, "Tell me carefully."
He really didn't know this.
Guan Ji said calmly, "Six Niang synthesized the information from all parties and came to a conclusion: the barbarians over there in Wuhan probably won't be able to survive this winter."
I recall that last winter the rebels in the west of Longxi were first robbed by the Xianbei, and then some of them were maimed by themselves.
It seems very reasonable that they cannot survive this winter.
"In addition, Xiping has now returned to the hands of the Han Dynasty, Wuhan is surrounded by the Han Dynasty on three sides, and there are high mountains to the south. Now they may not even have the strength to climb over the mountain."
Guan Ji sat on the edge of the couch, "It seems that Alang really beat them up last winter."
Feng Yong smiled proudly, "I don't even know who your Alang is!"
Guan Ji nodded and praised: "Alanguo is very powerful."
Unexpectedly, there was another twist later, "I just heard that after the siege of Didao Qiang and Hu was resolved last year, Alang was assassinated?"
The smile on Feng Yong's face suddenly solidified.
"I was looking through the archived files a few days ago, and that's when I found out about this. At that time, the personal guards failed to protect me well, and the thieves forced me to stand in front of Alang."
"Fortunately, Siniang arranged for a hero to be on the sidelines, so Alang was safe, right?"
Guan Ji looked at Feng Yong steadily.
Feng Yong had some sweat on his head and touched the kang, "This kang seems to be too hot."
"I don't mean to blame Alang." Guan Ji said softly, "With the leader outside, anything can happen. What's more, I heard that someone from the mountain sect is behind the plan."
"But it is a fact that the personal guards are not well protected, so I thought of taking advantage of the winter to train the personal guards more."
When Guan Ji mentioned the personal guards, her face darkened slightly.
Seeing the appearance of his own master, Feng Yong felt the need to explain to his subordinates: "I don't blame them, after all, the opponent was too strong at the time."
Guan Ji disagreed with Feng Yong's statement, and said firmly: "When I was at Nanjing Middle School, I once said that this kind of thing can only happen once."
"If the other party's cavalry came up, I wouldn't blame them. But they actually let someone take advantage of the loophole and let the eagle shooter shoot Alang."
"If Alang hadn't been wearing fine armor, I would have killed them alive."
When Guan Ji said this, her eyes flashed coldly.
"The personal guards are different from the infantry in the battalion. Protecting the commander is the first priority. If they are taken advantage of, it means they are not well protected. How can we refute it by saying that the enemy is too strong?"
Feng Yong swallowed his saliva. He suddenly wanted to drink water.
Looking at the tiger girl who suddenly became murderous in front of him, Feng Junhou felt that this should be the real general tiger girl, right?
"Yes...that's right!" Feng Junhou replied very spinelessly, "I didn't think carefully. I was just afraid that Xijun would have to work harder..."
At this time, trying to reason with your own superiors who are protecting you is both stupid and self-destructive.
Anyway, no one will die, so there is no harm in training more.