Chapter 1962 The men in the Yan Palace revolve around their children
Seeing Feng Danyuan's anxious look, Nan Ming became a little angry.
"Feng Danyuan, can't you sit down and talk carefully?"
"Isn't this what I'm talking to you about?"
Feng Danyuan raised his peach blossom eyes, which made Nanming startled.
I haven’t seen him for more than a month, and the man in front of me is like a hibiscus that has just emerged from the water. He has been raised in the mud without being stained, and the water is clear without being demonic. There is no trace of the violent energy on his body. Between his eyebrows and eyes, he can see the prosperous scene of He Qing and Hai Yan.
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Even though he was a man, he couldn't help but take a second look.
This - who is doing the confinement period?
From the room next door, the cry of the baby was heard. Feng Danyuan's eyebrows jumped and he said the last few words: "Anyway, you can take care of the border affairs in Northern Xinjiang. In addition, Zhongshu Ling is also older.
Now, you are ready to take his place after the new year, and at the same time clean up half of the civil servants in the court, it is getting more and more outrageous."
"Although it's the Chinese New Year, don't be idle. There are a lot of things to plan. That's all. You're busy, I'm leaving."
Another gust of wind disappeared.
"Hey——" As soon as Nan Ming stretched out his hand, Feng Danyuan had already entered the bedroom.
Nanming has good ears, so even if he doesn't want to eavesdrop, he can still hear what's going on in the room over there.
"Why do I feel that except you, no one will cry when hugging him?" It was Wei Zi's voice.
"This habit needs to be changed. Mother can't cry when she hugs her." It was Feng Danyuan's voice.
Nanming silently retracted his outstretched hand: "..."
He finally understood that the lives of the men in Prince Yan's palace revolved around their children, even the arrogant Feng Danyuan was no exception.
And he seems to be on the way to this path...
Nanming began to feel deeply worried.
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Nanming's worries reached their peak on New Year's Eve.
Mrs. Feng told him that he must come to Prince Yan's Mansion for a reunion dinner on New Year's Eve. So the next afternoon, he asked Shuangjiang and Dongzhi to come to Prince Yan's Mansion with large and small gifts.
Ruifu Hall is already packed with people.
The men in Prince Yan's mansion each have a child in their hands.
Prince Yan took the newly made toy and was explaining how to play it to the young prince. Feng Danning was teaching Xiao Xi how to walk, while Feng Danyuan carefully put the child who had just been put to sleep back into the cradle on the side.
The female family members of Prince Yan's Mansion gathered around Mrs. Feng, eating snacks and chatting.
Nan Ming's eyebrows twitched involuntarily.
In this case, which side should he go to?
"Nan Ming is here!" Mrs. Feng waved to Nan Ming enthusiastically.
Nan Ming was extremely resistant in his heart: No, I don’t want to sit with the female family members!
But I still had to go through it.
You have to pay New Year's greetings to the elderly.
Mrs. Feng asked Grandma Guo who was beside her to give Nanming a big red envelope.
Nan Ming is a little surprised that he has not yet followed Feng Weihuan to get married.
Mrs. Feng smiled and said: "Our Prince Yan's Mansion is not so particular. Today you are here and you are the son-in-law of Prince Yan's Mansion. I recognize you."
Nanming's heart moved.
This is a very strange feeling, as if a ray of sunshine shines into the cracks in the heart. Those places that have been hazy for many years and covered with moss suddenly meet the brightness that they have longed for.
On New Year's Eve many, many years ago, he was walking alone on the long street when he was young.
On both sides of the street are houses covered with red paper, big and small, tall and short, old and new, all reflecting the light yellow warmth.
Through the uncovered window, he saw a table full of sumptuous food. A child of his own age was sitting at the table. The old man beside him handed a small bag made of red cloth to the child and said with a smile that it was New Year.
