There was no breeze in the garden of General Ningyuan's Mansion. Under the blazing flames, the bluestone slabs in the garden were steaming upwards, and no one could be seen walking around in the entire garden.
The garden occupies a large area. It is full of greenery and the flowers are in full bloom, but no one is interested in enjoying the scenery.
In the whole garden, only the cicada sang the most cheerfully, but the more you listened, the more irritated it became.
Under the tall and dense jujube trees in the garden, several young men stood in a circle, all raising their heads and looking upward, with sweat dripping down drop by drop.
If it drops in the eyes, it will be so spicy that you can't open your eyes.
But no one dared to relax.
He wiped his face with his sleeve and looked up carefully. The clothes on his body were already soaked, and no one cared at this time.
A group of people were surrounding this jujube tree, and those who didn't know it thought they were waiting for a gold ingot to drop from the tree.
Following the gazes of the boys, I looked up the tree. On the tall jujube tree, under the thick branches and leaves, there was a six or seven-year-old boy lying on a branch six or seven feet above the ground.
Wearing rich clothes, she looks plump and cute.
The child was half-lying on the branch, holding the branch with both hands, and his legs hanging down. He had a wronged and stubborn look on his face, his eyes were lively, and he was lying there steadily facing off against the boys.
When people see it, they can't help but praise it for its good quality.
But the people under the tree were so anxious that their throats were on fire.
"Young master, please come down quickly, please..."
"Yes, yes, it's so hot. Let's go back to the room quickly. It's not as comfortable in this tree as in a room..."
A group of servants hurriedly nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, Xiaodouzi has already prepared an ice basin in the room, as well as iced sandy watermelon, and iced mung beans, all of which the young master likes to eat...
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"Yes, the ice will melt soon. Young Master, please come down quickly..."
"If you don't go down, you won't go down! You won't go down even if you kill me!"
The boy looked stubborn. The more the servant tried to persuade him, the tighter he hugged the tree trunk and remained still.
In fact, if you take a closer look at the boy's eyes, they would have turned red from suppressing his emotions. He is afraid that he will drop the golden beans in grievance at the next moment.
He had already lay down stiffly.
The clothes on my body looked like they were fished out of the water. It was so uncomfortable.
I really want to hold a cold ice basin and take a few bites of the delicious and thirst-quenching watermelon. Well, how many bites are enough? He must eat half of it. No, he must eat the whole one!
I want something big, sweet and gritty! No one can compete with him!
The kid almost drooled just thinking about it. He stretched out his pink tongue and licked his lips, but the more he licked, the drier he became.
Wow, daddy, come and save the kid...
The kid really wants to eat a big watermelon...
A nanny-like woman under the tree was also anxious. The young master was stubborn again.
He got into trouble outside in the morning and pissed off his wife. She will not come to persuade him now. If something happens to the young master later, she will be in trouble. When the master gets angry, it will be very scary.
The mother trembled involuntarily. She took the handkerchief and wiped it on her face again.
On this hot day, the little mistress was suffering on the tree, and her servants were suffering under the tree. The handkerchief in her hand was almost squeezed out of water.
The nurse looked up at the tree from time to time, stretched her neck and looked out of the garden twice. While wiping her sweat, she looked up and persuaded: "Young master, listen to mother. Come down, ah? Are you hungry, young master?"
We haven’t even eaten lunch yet. How about mom come down and accompany the young master to dinner? Can we just make the meatballs that the young master likes to eat? "
Seeing the little ancestor smacking his lips twice, he felt relieved. The meatballs were the little ancestor's favorite, and he would eat two of them every meal.
Seeing that he was relaxed, the wet nurse slowly persuaded him: "Mom, can you let someone make meatballs now? I went to the barracks on the outskirts of Beijing, and I'm afraid I won't be able to come back until dark. Shall we come down to eat first?"
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The nanny was so anxious that her back was wet with sweat. The little ancestor hadn't eaten a few bites in the morning and had been out playing for a long time before returning home. Now it was already past lunch time.
When this little ancestor becomes stubborn, he really has to take action. But he won't be back for a while.
When the boy hanging on the tree heard the nanny's words, his little mouth suddenly shrank, and he asked with a sad face: "Mama Zheng, does daddy really have to come back after dark?"
Seeing Zheng's mother nodding her head repeatedly, she almost burst into tears.
He rolled his eyes and asked miserably: "What about my sister and brother?"
Seeing that he was willing to talk, Mother Zheng was very happy and hurriedly replied: "Young master, have you forgotten? The eldest lady went to Baoxiang Temple outside the city with her two aunts and uncles, and she won't come back until dark."
The young master is in the academy, and I'm afraid he won't be back soon. Young master, can we come down first? If the madam comes later, I'm afraid the young master will be punished."
When he heard that no one at home was rescuing him, he was a little nervous and thought about whether to come down because he was so hungry. But when he heard the word "Madam" again, the child hugged the branch again.
"If you don't go down! Mom will spank me if I go down! I will wait for daddy to come back on the tree!"
When Mother Zheng heard this, she almost knelt down.
Seeing that the young ancestor could not be persuaded, and seeing that his wife could not be persuaded, a group of people had no choice but to accompany him as a statue under the tree.
It's hot.
A group of people were helpless under the tree.
Qiao Mingjin, who was in the main room, could hear the servants going back and forth, but she didn't feel soft-hearted at all.
If this kid doesn't suffer a little, he won't have a long memory.
Qiao Mingjin's head started to hurt again when she thought of her naughty child.
Ten years have passed in a flash. Thinking about the past, it seems that she just came to Beijing from Yizhou... Now that she came to Beijing to find her husband, she took root in Beijing...
Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.
In these ten years, she gave birth to two sons for Yue Zhongyao.
The eldest son, Yue Qingying, is nine years old this year. Throughout his life, Yue Zhongyao regarded him as the jewel in his palm.
Qiao Mingjin still remembered that when she gave birth to Ying's child, Yue Zhongyao insisted on breaking into the delivery room to accompany her despite the obstruction of his servants, insisting on watching the birth of the child. In the end, it was Qiao Mingjin who persuaded him to leave.
When Ying'er was still in her belly, Yue Zhongyao was thinking about the name of the child.
Yue Zhongyao had only studied for a few years and had limited ink in his stomach, but he still insisted on choosing a good and resounding name. Whenever he had time, he would think about it day and night.
He was not at home when Wan'er was born, and Qing Wan's name was given by Qiao's father. He was grateful but also a little bit grudge. He had been looking forward to this son for many years, and finally waited for it, and he was not willing to take advantage of others.
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Not even Qiao Mingjin was allowed to ask questions.
Qiao Mingjin would find it funny every time she saw him biting his pen and frowning in deep thought in front of his desk.
Whenever she wanted to lean over to see what good names he had drawn, Yue Zhongyao would always lie down on the table and cover the rice paper on the table before she came. His face was red and he would not let her see it.
I thought my handwriting was too ugly and I was afraid that Qiao Mingjin would read it as a joke.
In fact, since he came to Beijing, he has been reading some books and recognizing some words in his free time. He also practices calligraphy when he has time. Qiao Mingjin no longer needs to explain those military books to him, and his handwriting is getting better and better.
.At least he is much more educated than his colleagues in the barracks who cannot read a single word.
This continued until the day Ying'er was born.
After Qiao Mingjin was sent to the delivery room, he hung around outside the door. In fact, he had taken leave a few days before Qiao Mingjin gave birth to stay with her at home. This made a lot of people in the barracks laugh at him.
That day, he accompanied Qiao Mingjin to endure hardships outside the door. He didn't even know that he bit his own palm in the end... When the child was born, he took the child from Granny Wen's hand with a face full of joy. He held it in his arms, carefully.
No one is allowed to touch it.
He hugged her happily, laughing to himself like a fool, which made people laugh secretly for a long time.
In the end, he named his son Qingying.
After Ying'er was born, because Qiao Mingjin had to feed the child by herself, Yue Zhongyao ate and slept with Qiao Mingjin, and did not sleep in separate rooms when Qiao Mingjin was in confinement.
At that time, the child had to get up at night to nurse, and sometimes Qiao Mingjin was too sleepy to get up. He would get up, pick up the child, and put it in Qiao Mingjin's arms for feeding.
After feeding, he pooped and peeed the child again. Sometimes the child stayed up after eating, and he would play with his son. After his son fell asleep, he would stare at him all night and have fun. He really loved Ying'er.
Now that Ying'er is nine years old, Yue Zhongyao has always regretted that he could not go to school because his family was poor when he was a child. When Ying'er was only four years old, he invited his husband to come to his home for enlightenment. After two years of teaching, he chose an academy for the child.
Send Ying'er to the academy.
Qiao Mingjin felt that the child was too young and should be sent to the academy a few years later, but he did not agree. He said that if his son did not have a father with outstanding literary talents, he could not lose at the starting line.
Qiao Mingjin finally followed him.
The child Ying'er actually understands his father's expectations for him. He is very sensible and obedient, studies hard, and is able to work hard on his homework. The gentlemen in the academy often praise him.
Yue Zhongyao was always overjoyed and went to brag among his colleagues, which attracted the children of military generals who lived in the same street to give up martial arts and become civil servants.
Yue Zhongyao thought that he was working hard in the capital alone without any brothers named Yue to help him. In view of this, he worked hard every night to create people... He wished that Qiao Mingjin would give him ten or eight sons so that they could support each other and help each other in the future.
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When Ying'er was three years old, Qiao Mingjin gave birth to her second son, later named "Qingcheng."
Yue Zhongyao loved his little son equally. He held him in his arms when he was born and never let go. He wished he could eat and sleep with him.
It's just that when Qiao Mingjin gave birth to Cheng'er, she didn't have enough milk. And Cheng'er was so good at eating that she could eat much more than her brother, and she only ate for less than an hour before she started crying for food.
At that time, Qiao Mingjin ate a lot of things that could induce lactation. Yue Zhongyao also personally went to Prince An's mansion and asked the princess to help him ask about the method of lactation when the imperial doctor came into the palace. Regardless of everyone in the palace making fun of him, he copied a lot of it.
I have come back with a long article on good tips for relieving breasts, and asked my servants to stew and eat them for my wife.
But Qiao Mingjin ate a lot, but she still didn't have enough milk. Finally, she had no choice but to stop breastfeeding and hired a wet nurse to breastfeed Cheng'er.
Seeing that she was free, Yue Zhongyao worked hard to create children again. However, in the past ten years, she only had two children, Ying'er and Cheng'er.
I don’t know whether it was because sons were too rare, or because Yue Zhongyao was too rare towards children and treated his two sons like jewels.
Ying'er is more stable, but Qing'er is lively and active. Since he was a child, he liked to follow his father and watch him play with sticks. Yue Zhongyao felt that his son looked like him, so he liked him more and more and pampered his little son.
Cheng'er often rode on his shoulders as a horse, and Yue Zhongyao didn't care at all about people's surprised looks. The father and son were very happy together.
In other families, they were loving mothers and strict fathers, but in their family, it was the complete opposite. In order to prevent her two sons from being raised crookedly by Yue Zhongyao, Qiao Mingjin had to play the role of a strict mother.
The two sons often play and play with their father, acting coquettishly and doing this or that, but in front of Qiao Mingjin, they are obedient and obedient like sheep.
The younger son had not yet entered the academy, but he still hired his husband to teach at home. He was very envious of his elder brother's ability to leave the house every day. So relying on his father's favor, he often sneaked outside to play.
The street where their family lives is full of mansions of military generals. The children of military generals' families are not as uptight as the children of civil servants' families, so you can often see a group of children whistling together on the same street.
Playful.
Yue Zhongyao loved children. Other families might only give their children wooden swords and guns to play with. But when he saw that the child liked to play with fists and kicks, he was very happy. When the child could only walk, he personally went to the weapons shop to order one for the child.
A complete set of real swords and guns in a smaller size.
This made the child even more proud. He often showed it off in the alley, and more and more children liked to play with him.
If you play this game too much, there will always be conflicts. No, today we are in trouble again. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest support.
