After her daughter had eaten and drank enough, she fell asleep very contentedly, quietly, like a little lady.
Guan Ji pulled off her sweater and asked softly: "Why is Alang back so soon?"
Feng Junhou's eyes were still staring at a certain place, reluctant to leave.
Hearing Guan Ji's question, she responded in a low voice: "I missed you and wanted to see my son and daughter as soon as possible, so I left the army behind and rushed back with my personal guards."
Guan Ji noticed someone's gaze, her face turned red, and she kicked him secretly.
Feng woke up with a start and glanced at Zhang Xingyi next to him with a guilty conscience.
Zhang Xingyi's eyes were about to burst into flames, and his teeth were chattering.
She made a "poof" gesture at him, then turned around and prepared to leave.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
The daughter in Guan Ji's arms stretched out her little hand.
Feng Yong quickly reached out his hand to hug his daughter.
Guan Ji handed it over with some worry and said, "Can you hug me?"
"Don't worry, didn't I hug you just now? Besides, even if you didn't hug me, I haven't seen it yet?"
Feng Yong took it carefully.
Who among rural children didn’t take care of younger siblings when they were young?
"Spitting up milk?"
"ah?"
Guan Ji was stunned and didn't understand Feng Yong's question.
"Will my child vomit after eating enough?"
Feng Yong asked again in explanation.
Only then did Guan Ji understand. Her face was a little red, and she pinched Feng Yong lightly, "No."
At the same time, he signaled that Siniang was still nearby.
Unexpectedly, she turned her head and found Siniang gently opening the door, apparently wanting to leave some space for herself.
Feng Yongyong didn't care about anything else. He only lowered his head to look at the child. He smiled with satisfaction after hearing this. He was such a good child.
Even so, he carefully tilted the child slightly.
After a while, the wet nurse came in and wanted to take the baby away.
Feng Yong shook his head, reluctant to let go, "I'll do it."
He carried the child to the compartment, carefully placed his daughter side by side next to his sleeping son, and touched the kang. He felt that the temperature was just right, and then he nodded with satisfaction.
Nanxiang's pediatric doctors have indeed accumulated a lot of experience in this area.
After the child fell asleep, Feng Yong had time to notice other things.
"Didn't you say that Madam is here? Why don't you see anyone?"
"After the child is one month old, with the help of a wet nurse and a medical worker, I can see it by myself."
Guan Ji explained as she and Feng Yong walked out of the room, "Didn't Alang tell Amei what to do?"
"I heard that the progress was not going well. My aunt came over and could help me take a look, so I went to the Manufacturing Bureau."
Speaking of this, Guan Ji was a little dissatisfied.
"I don't know what A Lang asked Amei to make. Even my aunt found it difficult."
"You said you came to see me, but you didn't know that I go to the manufacturing bureau early every day these days, just like I'm on duty there."
When Feng Yong heard this, he was a little surprised and surprised: "Madam, you went to the manufacturing bureau to help develop the bed crossbow?"
This is a great thing!
Among the engineers he knows so far, Feng Yong only recognizes two and a half, one is Huang Yueying and the other is Ma Jun.
The other half is Pu Yuan, who specializes in blacksmithing, unlike Huang Yueying who is cross-domain.
Huang Yueying and Pu Yuan are both in Dahan, and they are also related to Zhuge Lao Yao.
Ma Jun is very good, at least not worse than Huang Yueying, maybe even better?
Fortunately, he had always been a minor official in Wei State and was not taken seriously.
"Not only did he go, but he also praised the manufacturing bureau's rules and said that standardization is a great way to gather the efforts of everyone."
"By the way, are you hungry, Alang? My aunt should be back soon. I will go and order the servants to prepare dinner first. Is Alang going to eat something to fill his stomach first?"
Guan Ji asked with concern.
"I'm quite hungry."
Feng Yong said something, then looked back at the inner room. The door was closed. The wet nurse would not come out before the child woke up.
There was no one else around, so his eyes began to flicker and he asked quietly: "I saw that my daughter only ate one side just now?"
"What side?"
Guan Ji didn't understand at first, and then when she saw where someone's eyes were, her face turned red and she said "poof" shyly.
"Won't it go up?"
Feng swallowed his saliva and asked with concern.
"Well, it's a bit full, but don't worry, just feed two next time. This time they are both hungry, so I can only feed one first."
Guan Ji was a little shy and explained.
It’s so easy to make…the quantity.
Feng Junhou felt a little proud. I knew from the beginning that my children would definitely not go hungry.
"I'm hungry too..."
"ah!"
This is Guan Ji exclaiming in a low voice.
"Snapped!"
This is the sound of Guan Ji hitting someone.
Huang Yueying and Amei returned from the manufacturing bureau an hour earlier than usual.
In the residence of the Colonel Protecting Qiang, many servants were walking back and forth, their steps were light and the atmosphere was full of joy.
The prince who won a great victory has returned home!
The servants don't understand any big principles, they only know that their lives are closely connected with the Hou Mansion.
The more powerful the monarch is, the longer everyone's good life will last, and it is best to last forever.
Seeing the Prime Minister's wife and Mrs. Mei returning to the mansion, the servants passing by all saluted.
Zhang Xingyi stood at the door of the small living room before dinner, instructing the servants, and seemed to be preparing dinner.
In the Nuan Pavilion, Feng Junhou was lazily leaning on the cashmere-covered bench with a satisfied smile on his face.
Guan Ji's cheeks were slightly red, and she was far away from him, looking through documents, but her eyes were always wandering inadvertently, as if she had done something wrong.
Seeing Huang Yueying push the door open and come in, she quickly stood up like a frightened little rabbit and said, "Uncle, you are back."
Huang Yueying nodded slightly and looked at Feng Yong.
"Meet Madam."
Feng Junhou solemnly saluted.
"We are all one family, there is no need to be so divided."
After not seeing each other for three years, Huang Yueying was happy to see that Feng Yongyong had not only become calm, but also had the power of a superior person. She regarded him as a nephew.
"It has really changed! In the past three years, although you have not been in Jincheng, there are still news about you in Jincheng from time to time."
Huang Yueying walked up to him and looked at it carefully for a while, with appreciation in her eyes, "It's a little less delicate than a few years ago."
"My body and bones are much stronger than before. It seems that I suffered a lot in the army."
Feng Yong giggled and did not explain.
Huang Yueying asked Feng Yong and Guan Ji to sit down and said, "After the Battle of Longyou, the news about you spread all over Jincheng. It is not an exaggeration to say that your reputation is spread throughout the world."
"After hearing the news from the front, I felt really scared."
"To be honest, it's hard to say what the Northern Expedition would have been like without you."
"Thinking about what you were like a few years ago, I don't think you have such courage. Even the Queen Mother in the palace said that Feng Mingwen was born in the Han Dynasty and was excellent in both civil and military affairs..."
Huang Yueying may have been too happy, so she was a little nagging and asked a lot of questions.
Feng Yong answered one by one.
Amei was not qualified to interrupt, so she stood there, but the joy in her eyes almost overflowed.
I don't know how long it took, but the door of the room was pushed open, and Zhang Xingyi walked in, "Uncle, sister, it's time for dinner."
I don't know if it was because of what my aunt said that the couple in the house started crying at this time.
"Is the child hungry?"
Huang Yueying still didn't finish her meaning and said something.
Guan Ji hurriedly entered the inner room and took the child from the wet nurse.
I don’t know whether the son or the daughter took a few puffs, but found that nothing could come out, and suddenly started dancing and crying again.
Huang Yueying heard the crying, walked in and asked, "Why are you still crying?"
Guan Ji was so frightened that her hands trembled, her face turned red, and she muttered a few words.
Fortunately, the child cried loudly, and Huang Yueying's attention was all on the child, but she did not notice Guan Ji's abnormality.
Guan Ji handed the child to the wet nurse and motioned for the wet nurse to feed her, and the child stopped crying.
The child felt a sense of presence. After Huang Yueying came out of the room, she finally remembered something.
She asked Feng Yong, who was waiting outside: "The child's 100th day is coming soon, have you thought of a name?"
Feng Yong nodded: "My nickname was given by Sanniang. Anyway, I'm used to it, so I won't change it."
The son's name is Ah Chong and the daughter's name is Shuang Shuang.
They are called Ah Chong because they are easy to feed, and they are called Shuangshuang because they are in pairs.
"You are willing to accommodate Sanniang."
Huang Yueying said something.
Then he asked, "The child's name will be announced to the outside world in a hundred days. What name do you plan to give?"
"The son's name is Feng Ling, and the daughter's name is Feng Ying."
Feng Yong replied.
"What did you say?"
Huang Yueying couldn't figure out the meaning.
"When the child was born, it was when I captured Lingju City, so I chose the word Ling."
Huang Yueying listened to Feng Yong's explanation and nodded, "I see, it can be regarded as placing my hope as a father."
"Why is that pair named Ying?"
Feng Yong smiled slightly, "The moths are snowy and the willows are golden, and the laughter is filled with fragrance. This is a sentence I wrote for my daughter, so I chose the word Ying."
As soon as these words came out, not only Huang Yueying, but also Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi's eyes lit up.
"Good sentence!" Huang Yueying praised it, thought about it for a while, and then sighed, "The daughter of the Feng family will be able to dominate others just by her name."
Feng Yong smiled proudly.
Isn’t that right?
When others report their names, they are all dry and can only show off by saying: "Who is my master?"
Only my daughter did not need to say her name at all, but directly reported her unique symbol: "The moth is like a golden thread in the snow and willows, and the laughter is full of secret fragrance."
Then others suddenly realized: "Oh, it turns out she is the young master of Feng Junhou's family!"
"That's the only thing?"
But Guan Ji felt more and more uncomfortable the more she thought about it, so she couldn't help but ask.
This person's favorite thing to do when he was in the article was to read half of it and keep half of it. It was very annoying.
"This is all I have for now. I will write a song specially for her later. Even if it is a gift for her, it is not an article."
Today's poetry has just broken away from the Confucian classics of the Han Dynasty, and various rhythms have not yet been fully formed.
Guys were just freestyle a lot of the time.
Not to mention something further back like words.
If you write a long or short sentence, no one will say anything, and others will think that you are creating a new style of writing.
"You dote on your daughter." Huang Yueying noted this in her mind, secretly thinking that just these two sentences were exciting enough.
Not to mention the few articles written by this guy, few can compare.
Come to think of it, even the music is enough to make people look forward to it.
"Why don't you also write a few words for Ah Chong?"
Zhang Xingyi stood up for his nephew.
"Can't write it!"
Feng Junhou answered confidently.
Huang Yueying, Guan Ji, Zhang Xingyi and the others choked on the spot.
After eating the sumptuous dinner that Zhang Xingyi specially asked his servants to prepare, Feng Yong took another bath before going to bed.
A breakup was better than a wedding, not to mention that this was the first time Feng Yong could spend the night in Guan Ji's room after Guan Ji became pregnant.
During the past few months when the leader was away, his murderous aura was relatively strong. It would take a long time to eliminate the murderous aura in his body, so he slept late at night.
In addition, I was a little tired after traveling all the way back from Lingju, and I didn't want to wake up the next morning.
Feeling a bright light, Feng Yong reluctantly opened his eyes. Feeling that his eyes were astringent, he immediately narrowed his eyes again.
In the light of the candle, he saw a familiar figure swinging in front of the window.
"Xijun, what are you doing?"
Guan Ji turned around and said apologetically, "But are you disturbing A Lang?"
Look out the window, it's still dark.
It gets late in the winter, and I don’t know what time it is.
Wrapped in a warm fine velvet quilt, Feng Yong asked lazily: "What are you doing up so early?"
He only felt sore and refreshed at the same time, and he didn't want to move at all.
"Alang is away on an expedition, and all the rest will be left to my concubine. Now that Alang has returned from victory, he just needs to rest peacefully, and leave the rest to my concubine."
Guan Ji stood up and walked to the couch.
Only then did Feng Yong realize that she was actually wearing a military uniform again, and she was full of heroic spirit - but her chest muscles were a bit exaggerated.
"What are you doing?"
Feng Yong asked in surprise.
"Did Alang bring back all the personal guards this time?"
Guan Ji didn't answer, but asked.
"That's natural."
Feng Yong was a little confused.
Guan Ji nodded, but she was talking about another thing.
"About ten days ago, someone sent several heads to Panhan in Longxi. According to the person who sent them, they were the heads of the leaders of the Hu rebels in Longxi."
"Oh, is there anything else?"
Feng Yong finally came to his senses and stood up, "Tell me carefully."
He really didn't know this.
Guan Ji said calmly, "Six Niang synthesized the information from all parties and came to a conclusion: the barbarians over there in Wuhan should not be able to survive this winter."
I remembered that last winter, the rebels in the west of Longxi were first robbed by Xianbei, and then some of them were disabled by themselves.
It seemed very reasonable that they would not survive this winter.
"In addition, Xiping has now returned to the hands of the Han Dynasty, Wuhan is surrounded by the Han Dynasty on three sides, and there are high mountains to the south. Now they may not even have the strength to climb over the mountain."
Guan Ji sat on the edge of the couch, "It seems that Alang really beat them up last winter."
Feng Yong smiled proudly, "Don't even look at who your Alang is!"
Guan Ji nodded and praised: "Alanguo is very powerful."
Unexpectedly, there was another twist later, "I just heard that after the siege of Didao Qiang and Hu was resolved last year, Alang was assassinated?"
The smile on Feng Yong's face suddenly solidified.
"I was looking through the archived files a few days ago, and that's when I found out about this. At that time, the personal guards failed to protect me well, and the thieves forced me to stand in front of Alang."
"Fortunately, Siniang arranged for a hero to be on the sidelines, so Alang was safe, right?"
Guan Ji looked at Feng Yong steadily.
Feng Yong felt some sweat on his head and touched the kang, "This kang seems to be too hot."
"I don't mean to blame Alang." Guan Ji said softly, "With the leader outside, anything can happen. What's more, I heard that someone from the mountain sect is behind the plan."
"But it is a fact that the guards are not well protected, so I thought that I would take advantage of the winter to train the guards more."
When Guan Ji mentioned the personal guards, her face darkened slightly.
Seeing the appearance of his own master, Feng Yong felt the need to explain to his subordinates: "I don't blame them, after all, the opponent was too strong at the time."
Guan Ji disagreed with Feng Yong's statement and said firmly: "When I was in Nanzhong, I once said that this kind of thing can only happen once."
"If the other party's cavalry came up, I wouldn't blame them. But they actually let someone take advantage of the loophole and let the eagle shooter shoot Alang."
"If Alang hadn't been wearing fine armor, I would have killed them alive."
When Guan Ji said this, a cold light flashed in her eyes.
"The personal guards are different from the infantry in the battalion. Protecting the commander is the first priority. If they are taken advantage of, it means they are not well protected. How can we shirk the blame by saying that the enemy is too strong?"
Feng Yong swallowed, he suddenly wanted to drink water.
Looking at the tiger girl who suddenly became murderous in front of him, Feng Junhou felt that this should be the real general tiger girl, right?
"Yes...that's right!" Feng Junhou replied very spinelessly, "It's because I didn't think carefully. I'm just afraid that Mr. Xi will have to work harder..."
At this time, trying to reason with your own subordinate who is protecting you is both stupid and self-destructive.
Anyway, no one will die, so there is no harm in training more.
