The days in the other courtyard were relaxing and carefree, and Xihe almost forgot to return to the city until the old lady missed her grandson in a panic and sent a letter asking them to go back early.
Xihe poked the little guy's chubby cheeks: "Look how favored you are."
The child raised his head with doubts in his eyes: "Mom?"
There is a white mustache on his lips, making him even more ignorant and cute.
Xihe laughed, this is ice cream.
The weather is getting hotter and hotter. In the past two days, she guided Lu Wu to make an ancient version of ice cream. Although the taste is not as good as modern ones, it has still become the favorite of the little one, clamoring for it all day long.
Xihe wiped him clean with a handkerchief. Just as he was about to get up, Meng Yuchuan came over.
He was wearing a blue robe today. The material was light and thin. When the wind blew, he had a fluttering and fairy-like feeling. He looked less like a military officer than a Taoist priest from a Taoist temple not far away.
"Daddy!"
Meng Huaiyu grinned, revealing a row of millet teeth.
Meng Yuchuan sat down cross-legged, touched the little guy's head, and looked at Xihe: "Madam."
Xihe gave him the letter. After he finished reading it, he put his chin on his hands and said with a smile: "Husband, I will leave it to you on the road to Huaiyu." The meaning is self-evident.
Meng Yuchuan was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and sighed: "I'm afraid not."
Xihe:? ? ?
"The imperial edict to confer the title of Marquis has been issued, and we must all go back to listen to the edict."
After saying that, he saw her face fall instantly and the smile on her lips became deeper. He couldn't help but raise his hand and touch her head.
Xihe slapped her away: "I'm not your daughter."
Sighing, life in the other hospital was easy, and she wanted to stay a few more days.
Thinking of this, I looked at someone.
"Your Majesty."
"Um?"
"I will come again after receiving the order."
Meng Yuchuan said 'hmm', but didn't say whether he agreed or not.
Xihe stared at people until night, but couldn't get an accurate answer.
The next day, the maids started to pack their things. The little guy knew that he was about to go back to the city, and he was completely stunned.
Upon seeing this, Xihe took out a top and asked the boy to take him to the yard to play. After a while, bursts of laughter came from the yard. Xihe looked at it and smiled unconsciously.
"Young Madam, do you want us to help pack the prince's things?"
"Where's Qingzhu?"
"Should be following the prince."
Xihe looked around and saw that almost no one around Meng Yuchuan was around. He thought about it and said, "You guys pack up first, and I'll go ask the prince."
Meng Yuchuan's things are all taken care of by the servants around him, and the maids can't touch them at all. And as a marquis, he is also a powerful general, so the maids don't dare to touch his things at will. If they take something by mistake, A few heads are not enough to fall off.
Along the way, the maids and servants were busy in the yard, sorting things.
Xihe walked on the small stone path to the study room.
Knock on the door and go in.
Meng Yuchuan sat in front of the long desk, writing and writing with a serious expression.
Xihe walked over and explained the matter. Meng Yuchuan called out "Qingzhu", and Qingzhu hurriedly went to clean up.
The study suddenly became quiet. Meng Yuchuan was still immersed in writing. Xihe looked left and right, thinking that he should not disturb others here, and turned around to leave.
"Lady."
Meng Yuchuan put down his pen.
He folded the paper and inserted the letter.
Then he raised his head, smiled and waved: "Come here."
Xihe walked over with doubts. Meng Yuchuan pushed her to sit down on the chair, and then like magic, he took out a stack of attractive pastries from nowhere: "Try the pastries from Wufangzhai."
Wufangzhai is a famous pastry shop in Beijing. The supply exceeds the demand every day. Anyone who wants to try it has to queue up early.
Xihe glanced at him in confusion, and the next second, a piece of food was stuffed in his mouth.
Xihe stared.
Meng Yuchuan smiled and said: "Is it delicious?"
Xihe puffed out his cheeks and chewed, then looked at him with bright eyes.
Meng Yuchuan pursed his lips and smiled, then gave her another piece and sat aside, smiling at her eating happily.
At that time, thinness was regarded as beauty, and women did not dare to eat too much, and their waists should be kept slender. The original owner used to want to be better than others because of his life experience. He ate like a bird, taking one small bite at a time.
After Xihe came, he felt deeply that "three breaths in one step" was too weak, so he let go of his stomach and ate it.
In the past few days in the other hospital, my whole person has become visibly rounder.
The pale face became rosy, the eyes were bright, and the thin wrists became more fleshy.
After feeding and eating, the atmosphere in the study was just right. With a "squeak" sound, the nanny opened the door and came in with a smile and a teacup: "Your Majesty, this is a slave..."
Looking up, he saw two people sitting together in the study.
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.
Xihe blinked and was about to speak. The pastry beside her mouth moved. She subconsciously bit it... and chewed it for a few times before she felt that there was something wrong with this move and hurriedly swallowed it.
Unexpectedly, I swallowed too quickly, choked, and started coughing.
Meng Yuchuan quickly brought the tea over, and she caught it. After drinking it, she felt that she was finally alive.
Xihe suppressed his embarrassment and looked at the wet nurse: "Did the wet nurse come to see the prince?"
The wet nurse seemed not to hear it. She stared at the cakes on the table and gritted her teeth. She went to the city to buy them specially! !
When he didn't get a response, Xihe had no choice but to look at Meng Yuchuan and signal with his eyes: I'm looking for you.
Meng Yuchuan's hand patting her back went down, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and looked at the wet nurse: "What's the matter?"
The man's clear and clear voice brought back the wet nurse's spirit, and she quickly lowered her head and said in a low voice: "My slave has stewed chicken soup and brought it here for Madam to taste."
Xihe: "..."
This is treating her as a fool.
Meng Yuchuan said calmly: "Let it go."
The wet nurse stepped forward with small steps and put the chicken soup on the table. When she put it down, she couldn't help but look up and saw the rich prince wiping the cake crumbs from the young lady's mouth with a handkerchief, with intoxicating tenderness in his eyes.
She held the dish tightly. How could the prince fall in love with such a woman with such a bad reputation?
The nanny's gaze was undisguised, and Xihe looked over.
The wet nurse shuddered and quickly lowered her head.
"Slave, please leave."
After they left, Xihe pushed Meng Yuchuan: "What's going on between you and the nanny?"
Forget about the first wife, now there is a wet nurse.
She pushed him hard, trying to stay away from him, but suddenly she heard his rather pleasant laughter: "Is the lady jealous?" Then before she could turn her back, she said, "I don't know, this is her first time." Come to your husband once."
It means that the nanny has never been here before.
Xihe didn't believe it and pointed at the cake: "What about this one?"
Don't think that she didn't see the nanny's look just now. This pastry was obviously sent by her. Good guy, he can still lie to others.
Meng Yuchuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This is from Qingye."
Qingye and Qingzhu are brothers, they both work under him and are quite trustworthy.
Xihe looked at him and said nothing. Meng Yuchuan's heart moved. He looked into her eyes and said, half jokingly and half seriously: "Don't you understand my husband's heart? My husband will never be tempted by anyone except my wife."
"What about Zheng?"
