The little guy looked at the direction the kite was leaving and cried. No matter how much the nanny tried to coax him, Xihe walked over and said, "Don't cry anymore. Your dad promised to tie you a new one tomorrow. It will be big and beautiful."
The little guy sobbed and looked up. When he saw Meng Yuchuan, he hurriedly hid behind Xihe and hugged her thigh.
Xihe was surprised and looked at Meng Yuchuan with confusion: "This..."
Didn't she like Meng Huaiyu's father when she looked at him before? Why do you look so scared now?
Meng Yuchuan glanced at the little guy who was holding Xihe's thigh tightly, with only one pair of eyes exposed. The smile on his face did not change: "Chen'er has been afraid of me since he was a child."
Xihe looked at Luwu, who nodded vigorously.
The young prince is terrified of the prince. Every time the prince hugs him, the young prince is too frightened to move.
Xihe couldn't help but glance at Meng Yuchuan, who was gentle and kind. He didn't know what the little guy was afraid of.
However, being interrupted like this, the little guy temporarily forgot about the kite and hugged Xihe's legs without letting go. Xihe had no choice but to bend down and pick him up.
However, she didn't know if it was because she was too tired, but she staggered.
The little guy was so frightened that he hugged her neck tightly, and the maids and servants screamed in surprise and came forward anxiously.
Meng Yuchuan frowned: "I'll hold you."
Xihe: "Huh?"
When his arms were empty, the little guy ran into Meng Yuchuan's arms.
Because after exercise, her fair and tender face was flushed. Now she was lying in her father's arms. She wanted to cry but dared not cry. She looked extremely aggrieved.
Xihe wanted to laugh for some reason, and stretched out a hand, and the little guy immediately squeezed her finger.
Xihe smiled: "I heard that the manor raised geese. Do you want to go and see them?"
Meng Huaiyu tilted his little head: "Goose?"
Xihe nodded and looked at Meng Yuchuan. Meng Yuchuan glanced at Qingzhu: "Lead the way."
The manor was not only planted with fruit trees, large tracts of farmland, but also a large pond. As soon as they approached, the sound of the geese's "quacking" could be heard on the path.
The little guy immediately stretched his neck and forgot to be afraid of his father.
It was around five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was covered with sunset glow, and the snow-white geese were swimming freely in the pond.
With its long neck, it flapped its wings and dived into the water with a fish in its mouth when it came out... Xihe swallowed, and several ways of doing geese appeared in his mind.
Meng Huaiyu's eyes widened in surprise: "Goose?"
Xihe nodded: "Stew the goose in the iron pot."
Everyone:? ? ?
Meng Yuchuan laughed out loud: "I will listen to the young lady tonight and eat goose stewed in an iron pot."
The maid immediately responded: "Yes, Your Majesty."
The servants prepared dinner by themselves, and they walked slowly around the pond, with the maid and boy falling far behind.
Xihe picked a few unknown flowers. Seeing that Meng Huaiyu was curious, he raised his hand and put it in his ear. The little guy reached out to touch and pulled off a small yellow flower. Suddenly he stretched out his hand towards Xihe.
Xihe: "What are you doing?" He stepped forward with a smile.
The next second, the little guy put Huahua on her head.
Xihe was stunned and couldn't help but smile when he saw the little guy's eyes turning into crescents when he smiled, showing his white millet teeth.
"Chen'er is awesome!" she said.
After walking around the pond twice, the servant came to report that the meal was ready, and the group returned to the manor.
As soon as the big goose stewed in the iron pot was served on the table, Xihe pointed at the pot: "Big goose."
The little guy looked astonished: "Goose!"
The cook in the manor is very good at cooking. The three masters all ate more than usual tonight. Maybe they were hungry because they exercised a lot today.
After eating, Meng Huaiyu couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep in the maid's arms.
Xihe ordered his servants to take care of him, and he went back to his room and took a comfortable bath. He just put on his pajamas and lay on the bed.
The door creaked open, and Meng Yuchuan walked in.
Xihe held his collar: "Is something wrong?"
Meng Yuchuan stood beside the bed, wearing a black robe with dark patterns. Under the candlelight, he had an intoxicating smile on his lips.
Xihe blushed at the sight and looked away uncomfortably: "Hurry up, I'm going to bed."
"Madam, are you tired today?"
"Kind of."
Meng Yuchuan sat down by the bed and reached out to brush away the stray hair from her ears.
It was windy at night, and the window lattice was being knocked loudly. The room was so quiet that one could hear the beating of the heart. Xihe stared at Meng Yuchuan's face getting closer and closer, and said in a low voice: "Madam."
Xihe turned his face away, his lips falling on his ear.
The room was eerily quiet.
A chuckle.
The laughter seemed to come from his chest, low and joyful.
Meng Yuchuan rested his chin on Xihe's shoulder, as if sighing: "Do you think your husband is not handsome enough?"
Xihe's face burned, a numbness ran from his spine to the back of his head, and his whole body seemed to be smoking: "My husband is as beautiful as a dragon, a phoenix, and there are few people in the world who can do that."
"You, can you let me go first?"
Being too close, she was afraid that she would be tempted.
"It's not good."
Unexpected answer.
Xihe subconsciously turned his head and met a pair of deep smiling eyes.
Meng Yuchuan raised her little face with his fingertips, and gently rubbed the tip of Xihe's nose with the tip of his nose. His movements were extremely gentle: "Does the lady think that her husband is not as noble as the prince?"
Xihe was dumbfounded, what's the problem?
He immediately explained: "Of course not, husband, you are the only high-quality marquis in this dynasty!"
The title of the Meng family is hereditary, but the level of the title is not static. What's more, the gold content of a marquis with real power and a marquis with a false name are also very different.
Everything Meng Yuchuan gets now is earned by him, and he deserves it.
Although the prince's status is noble, does he still have the same demands on Meng Yuchuan? And in the original plot, more than ten years later, the royal family was in vain, and the regent controlled the government.
The royal family's children were dead and disabled, and the eighteenth prince who sat on the throne was nothing more than a puppet.
The heroine Xie Waner married the regent, and her status was not that of a queen, but that of a queen.
Everyone in the capital was fawning over him, and he was extremely dignified.
By that time, the prince had long since passed away.
"Really?"
Meng Yuchuan asked with a smile.
Xihe nodded wildly, she was really telling the truth!
Meng Yuchuan gently pinched her earlobe and breathed on Xihe's neck: "Lady, what are you always hiding from?"
Xihe's body trembled, and a tingling sensation hit Tianling Gai. He couldn't bear it anymore, pushed him away, and turned his back to the person: "Your Majesty, it's getting late, you should go back to your room and rest!"
Ahhhh, how can this man be so flirtatious!
Meng Yuchuan stood up and finally stopped embarrassing her: "That lady had a good rest, and her husband went to sleep next door."
Xihe nodded hurriedly, "Go ahead."
Squeak,
The door closed softly.
Xihe then turned his head, stared at the door for a while, covered himself with a quilt and went to sleep.
The night was full of strange lights and she had many strange dreams. When she woke up the next day, Xihe yawned several times, causing Meng Huaiyu to keep staring at her.
After breakfast, Meng Yuchuan went to the study, while Xihe began to walk around the manor.
Meng Huaiyu tugged on Xihe's long sleeves and followed behind him hesitantly with his short legs.
He seems to particularly like following Xihe now.
The two of them were walking around the manor with their maid and servant, and they were caught off guard and bumped into a group of people. After saying hello, Xihe stared blankly at the little girl in the woman's arms.
Ah, the heroine is only a little older now.
