The rooster crows for the first time, the sky is dim, and the quiet capital wakes up from its deep sleep.
At the east corner gate of Dingguo Hou Mansion, two carriages drove out of the gate one after the other, heading south of the city.
The windows were tightly covered, and inside the carriage, Xihe put the baby, who was sleeping soundly with his little fists in his arms, into Meng Yuchuan's arms: "Your son."
Meng Yuchuan subconsciously hugged Meng Huaiyu, his hands and feet stiff.
Xihe glanced at it, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then yawned slightly, closed his eyes and rested.
Yesterday, she begged for a long time, even if she didn't hesitate to bring Meng Huaiyu, a little oil bottle, before Meng Yuchuan agreed to take her to horse racing in the manor outside the city. No, she dragged the unconscious father and son up early in the morning.
Before the mist cleared, people entering the city lined up in a long line at the city gate.
The carriage left the city gate, and the noise in his ears faded away. Xihe leaned against the wall of the carriage, head bit by bit...
His shoulders sank, Meng Yuchuan turned his head subconsciously, and saw a snow-white jade face with long eyelashes, bright red lips under the nose, and frowning eyebrows that seemed to be sleeping extremely uncomfortable.
Lu Wu's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but clenched his skirt nervously.
Meng Yuchuan pursed his lips and straightened his waist and abdomen. The next second, a furry head got into the crook of his neck, his cheek was rubbed, and his breathing gradually became longer and longer in his ears.
"..."
I don’t know how long it took, but Xihe was woken up.
She opened her eyes hazily, Lu Wu glanced at the Crown Prince, and whispered: "Young Madam, the manor has arrived."
The eyes blinked and blinked, as if to say, Madam, you are so amazing.
Xihe didn't understand and even suspected that there was something wrong with her eyes.
She moved her neck, intending to stretch, but suddenly her movements froze——
Slowly turning her head, the man's perfect jawline came into view, the bridge of his nose was straight, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes were lowered... At this moment, she was holding her hands tightly around his neck, almost hanging on him.
Meng Yuchuan was upright, holding his sleeping son in his arms.
Xihe let go of his arms, rubbed his sour neck, and said in the same tone as usual: "Huaiyu is not awake yet?"
She quietly glanced at his messy collar, and could still faintly smell the faint rosin on his body at the tip of her nose. Ahem, cough, cough, it was okay, as long as she was not embarrassed by others.
Meng Yuchuan loosened his waist slightly and said warmly: "It should be soon, it's already Chen time."
As soon as he finished speaking, the little baby in his arms opened his eyes, with dark eyes and plump round face, staring blankly at the two familiar faces in front of him.
Xihe grinned and bared his teeth at the little baby.
The little milk baby pouted and cried loudly.
"Wow--"
"Your Majesty, will you give me your little prince to your maid?"
The wet nurse rushed forward in a hurry, but Xihe was caught off guard and pushed to the side. Bang, he hit the wall of the car.
When the little guy reached the nanny's arms, he immediately stopped howling. The wet nurse couldn't help but smile, her pretty face glowed with a soft aura, and her whole body relaxed.
Lu Wu's eyes were full of panic: "Young madam, are you okay? How did you do things!" He turned around and shouted at the wet nurse.
The wet nurse was startled, then realized that she had accidentally knocked the young lady down, and the bulge on her forehead was particularly eye-catching. Suddenly he was at a loss: "Young madam, slave..."
The arms holding the little prince subconsciously tightened, and the little guy cried out in pain.
The carriage was very lively for a while.
Meng Yuchuan frowned, asked other maids to take the little guy, and looked at Xihe: "But it hurts from the fall?"
Xihe shook his head, and the group got off the carriage and entered the manor. Lu Wu glanced at the nanny beside him, whose eyes were filled with tears and her cheeks were red with embarrassment. He rolled his eyes and said, "You're crying. It's obvious that you bumped into my young lady, and she didn't even punish you!"
He bumped the nanny away with his shoulder, held his head high, and walked away.
Humph, she had long disliked this nanny. She looked at her master every day as if he wanted to steal something from her.
Bah, you are just a nanny. Do you really think that after nursing the young prince for a few years, you think you are special?
The manor is constantly looked after by servants and kept neatly and neatly. Flowers of all colors are blooming along the road. The house is cleaned cleanly and tea is placed on the table.
The little guy was coaxed by several maids, had breakfast again, and stopped crying.
A pair of round black eyes looked towards the opposite side from time to time——
The woman sat on the chair, her little face was forced to be raised. The man in front of her leaned over and was helping her apply medicine intently. The maids around her couldn't help but lower their heads.
Xihe's face was hot, and he refused in embarrassment: "It was just a touch, no need to apply any medicine."
Her eyes dodge, not daring to look at that overly handsome face, and she blames the smell on him for making her blush.
A big hand held her chin, and Meng Yuchuan glanced at her: "Don't move, the bruise will go away quickly." He rubbed the bulge on her forehead with his fingertips.
At this moment, Xihe grimaced in pain, and all his charm disappeared.
After applying the ointment, the maid brought breakfast. After finishing it, she went back to the house and changed clothes. She lay down to rest for a while while Xihe started walking around the manor.
The house is built against the mountain. The rhododendrons on the mountain are bright red. In front of the house, you can see the lush green grass.
The sky is blue and the soft grass is inviting to lie on.
"Young Madam."
The wet nurse came over with the young prince in her arms and bowed in greeting.
Xihe glanced casually, and the young prince stared at her with big eyes, unblinking.
Xihe nodded and saw the groom over there leading a bay-red horse. He took the whip, and amid the maid's exclamations, he quickly got on the horse, flicked the whip, and ran out.
Maid girls: Wow! ! !
The young prince's eyes widened even more.
After running several laps in the wind, Xihe finally stopped, dismounted and took a drink of water.
As a result, when he turned around, he found that the young prince broke away from the nanny's arms and trotted to the bay-red horse. He kicked his calves and tried to climb up.
"Puchchi——"
Xihe was happy.
The little guy had pointed ears and quickly turned his head to look over.
Xihe sat on the grass and took time to look at him. The little guy turned his head and continued crawling.
The small body is like a short winter melon, unable to step up.
The wet nurse was so anxious that she squatted in front of him and coaxed: "Young prince, this is too dangerous, let's not play anymore, okay?"
The little guy pursed his lips and suddenly stopped climbing. Then, under Xihe's surprised gaze, he staggered up to her and carefully grabbed her sleeve.
Xihe is as stable as a mountain: "Why are you dragging me?"
The young prince did not speak, his dark eyes were watery and shy, but his little hand did not let go.
Xihe remained motionless, with a gentle smile on his face, looking at him encouragingly: "Speak."
The old lady and Mrs. Lu felt sorry for the little guy who had lost his mother so early. The pain was as painful as his eyes. The whole family treated him like a little ancestor, holding him when he went out. Whatever he wanted, he was done without asking.
As a result, the little guy is already two years old, still walking unsteadily, and talking even less.
Xihe looked at the little guy with a slight smile.
The wet nurse couldn't help but said: "Young madam..."
Lu Wu immediately turned his head and glared at her.
