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"It's cold. If you don't pay attention to the cold, it will spread from ten to ten, and you will be in trouble."
Xin Wenyu poured himself a glass of wine and said calmly, "Father, don't worry, my son will be ready when it starts snowing."
"To be on the safe side, my son sent the doctor over to wait."
Shaking the wine glass in his hand, Xin Wenyu took a sniff and exclaimed, "The wine made by my father is more intoxicating than the most famous wine shop within a hundred miles."
"Cooking wine in winter is really a rare pleasure."
Sunge pinched Xin Qiji's chubby little face and said, "You are lucky to be able to drink the wine I brewed with my own hands."
But this is not the best wine she has made.
It had been many, many years since she had made the most satisfying wine.
While Sunge wasn't paying attention, Xin Qiji probably thought it was fun. He blinked his dark eyes, dipped his little finger into the wine in the glass in front of him, and quickly put it into his mouth.
The next second, he grinned and cried out.
His eyes were wet, his face was flushed, his mouth was open, his tongue was sticking out, and there was glistening saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth.
This look is very much like the newly born puppy of the big yellow dog raised in the manor at the foot of the mountain.
Sunge:......
Curiosity kills children.
Sunge burst into laughter, raised his hand to pour a glass of warm water, tested the temperature, and fed it to Xin Qiji.
"I'll let you drink secretly again!" Sun Ge picked up the wine glass and put it to Xin Qiji's mouth.
Xin Qiji shook his head wildly, with one chubby hand shaking constantly, and the other covering his mouth tightly. Every pore on his body was filled with rejection.
Sunge put down the wine glass and smiled even brighter.
"Wen Yu, if you drink enough, pick up a pen and paint this scene."
"When Qiji grows up, it will be another interesting thing."
Sunge's bad tastes are endless.
Who knows in future generations, Xin Qiji used his poetry and wine to reward his confidants in his youth and ambition.
When you are drunk, you are greedy for laughter, but you have to worry about how to gain time.
Independent and confused, drunk and unable to return. As the sun sets and the weather turns cold, I'm going home.
In the wine glass, everything is empty.
When I was drunk, I read the sword by burning the lamp, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company.
I, the sick man, came to sing and drink loudly, causing the snow to fly from the top of the building.
A glass of wine, ask what it is like, what is the name behind you.
In this sentence, how could Xin Qiji be wronged?
Jiu Mengzi, when he was a child, he secretly licked a sip of wine and it was so bad that he cried!
This dark history, if I don’t draw it down, I would be ashamed to see the snow falling outside the window and the comfort of cooking wine in the house.
It was decided that she would carefully record every dark history of Xin Qiji's growth.
Arms akimbo, looking up to the sky, laughing wildly.
Xin Wenyu's eyes twitched and he didn't understand.
But when he met Sun Ge's unquestionable eyes, Xin Wenyu silently put down his wine glass, stood up at his desk, and swung his ink in a flowing motion.
Xin Zan himself was a Jinshi and was both civil and military.
Being able to cultivate a grandson named Xin Qiji who is capable of writing to bring peace to the world, and who is capable of martial arts and horsemanship, and who is capable of both literary, Taoist and military strategies, his son Xin Qiji, even if his reputation is not great, will not be far behind no matter how bad he is.
Not to mention, one of the important reasons why Xin Wenyu is not famous is that he lived short and died young.
"By the way, have you asked the doctor to check your pulse on time?"
Half due to the smell of alcohol and half due to the lingering heat in the room, Sun Ge's cheeks turned red and he looked back and asked casually.
An old father who cares about his son's health like her is rare.
Xin Wenyu, who was painting with ink, paused. A large drop of ink smeared on the paper, and a painting that had not yet been completed was ruined.
Xin Wenyu rolled up the scrap painting with a guilty conscience, picked up the pen again, and pretended to be calm and said, "I have been busy recently, so I forgot about it."
Sun Ge frowned and didn't speak in a hurry, just waiting quietly for Xin Wenyu to paint.
The sound of the cold wind whistling outside the window rang in my ears, and Xin Qiji's babbling voice lingered in it from time to time. The scent of wine and ink was lingering in my nose, but Sunge's heart was like the big ball on the waste painting. Ink marks, plain and irritable.
Sunge gently patted Xin Qiji's little hand that had been holding the hem of her clothes.
"Father, the painting is done."
After a while, Xin Wenyu braced himself and spoke.
Sunge stood up with Xin Qiji in his arms and looked at the painting. It was lifelike and the writing power was amazing.
Just risk your life.
While waiting for the painting to dry, Sunge said calmly, "Why don't you take it seriously?"
"Father, in the two or three months after Qiji was born, I went to the doctor to check my pulse every half month. I was fine, healthy and strong."
"So, I started to slack off a little bit later."
"In addition, my father is busy with matters in the mountains and the manor at the foot of the mountain, so it is often difficult to see him for several days, so I feel lucky."
"But father, my son's body is really in excellent health."
Sunge was suspicious, was she wrong?
Is it because the doctor's medical skills need to be improved, or is Xin Wenyu's illness not yet due?
Well, it must be the latter.
If you doubt the doctor's level, it's no different from picking up the bowl to eat and putting down the bowl to scold your mother.
"Wen Yu, you still have to be careful."
"Father is not cursing you, he is just afraid and worried."
Sunge began his pretentious and exaggerated performance: "My father is in his old age, and the sun is declining. As people get older, it is easy to worry about gains and losses."
"You don't want to be woken up by nightmares every night for your father, remembering the pain of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man in the dream."
"Wen Yu, for the sake of my father's physical and mental health and longevity, you should check your pulse on time."
"Otherwise, I will die for my father with my eyes open in peace."
Xin Wenyu: Very shocked.
Fading into old age?
Is the sun declining?
Night terrors?
These words have nothing to do with father.
My father is a warrior who can scare a tiger into silence with one fist.
What makes his father's perception of himself so skewed?
Is it the father's love for him that is as high as the mountains and the deep sea?
Xin Wenyu swallowed his saliva and said tentatively, "Father, has anyone told you that your acting skills are exaggerated and false, and there is a lot of room for improvement."
Sunge sneered, "Shut up."
"It's unfilial to make an old father like me worry every day."
"Next time, I will kick you out of the house."
"Go and fend for yourself alone."
Xin Wenyu wiped the cold sweat that suddenly broke out on his forehead: "Father, my son has realized his mistake."
“It won’t be an example next time, and it won’t be an example next time.”
Xin Qiji smiled happily in Sunge's arms.
I don't know if I can understand even a few words.
"Will you continue to collect information about Lin'an City and General Yue?"
Sunge changed the topic and stopped scaring Xin Wenyu.
Getting back to the topic, Xin Wenyu said seriously, "The court in Lin'an is still full of smoke and smoke."
“If the bones of those in power are soft, they will no longer be as strong as they are strong.”
"Externally, be submissive."
"Inward, strike hard."
"The head and the rat are capricious at both ends."
"General Yue wrote to the court begging to be relieved of his military duties and return to his fields, but he was refused."
"I have not been punished, and I am fine for the time being."
"But according to the news, the DPRK and China are constantly impeaching General Yue, which is probably intolerable." (End of chapter)
