Du Wanchun had just given birth and was still a little weak. She raised her hand and gently held the fat boy's hand, "Sure enough, he is a little fat..."
At this time, the pink baby seemed to understand and burst into tears.
It made Xiao Mianmian laugh out loud, "Mom~ He doesn't seem to like being called fat..."
As soon as the word "fat" came out, the little baby cried harder and harder.
Zhou Ruiyuan heard the cry and immediately held the child in his arms to comfort him. ?.?????.???
He was tall and broad-shouldered, and the baby immediately became smaller and more exquisite in his hands.
"Be good~Daddy hugs~don't cry, don't cry..."
Zhou Ruiyuan hugged him and walked slowly around the room.
Soon the little baby stopped crying, and soon he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Zhou Ruiyuan gently placed the sleeping child in the cradle, then walked to Du Wanchun, covered her with a quilt, kissed her forehead gently, and asked: "What do you want to eat, I will make it for you."
Du Wanchun smiled and said, "Mom boiled eggs and brown sugar water for me just now. I'm not hungry yet."
Zhou Ruiyuan gently rubbed her hair, his eyes filled with distress.
Xiao Mianmian climbed onto the bed and sat next to them obediently without speaking.
The next day, the family gathered together and gave the little fat boy a nickname, Feifei.
The origin of his nickname was because Xiao Mianmian said he was fat.
Aunt Zhou thought fat didn’t sound good, so Xiao Mianmian said she should just be fat.
Fat and fat both mean the same thing.
In order to prevent them from being reckless, Zhou Ruiyuan decisively gave his youngest son the nickname "Feifei".
After hearing this, Xiao Mianmian's eyes lit up, "Daddy, isn't this still fat?"
Zhou Ruiyuan corrected Xiao Mianmian: "It's Fei, not Fat."
The pronunciation of the two words is different, but Xiao Mianmian has a milky voice and an accent, which really sounds like Fatty.
She liked this little brother very much and smiled at him: "Little Fatty~ Little Fatty~"
But my brother seemed a little unhappy.
Seeing Xiao Mianmian smiling so happily, Zhou Ruiyuan didn't correct her anymore.
These days, Zhou Ruiyuan goes to the Yamen less frequently and is basically at home every day.
During the day, she helped Aunt Zhou and Aunt Zhuang take care of little Feifei, and at night she taught her three children how to write.
When Du Wanchun occasionally got out of bed, he could see Zhou Ruiyuan, dressed in a green shirt, holding Xiao Mianmian in his arms or Yi'er Yu'er holding their hands, writing on the table one stroke at a time.
It looked just like when he taught himself to write.
Du Wanchun was slightly in a trance.
As the sky got darker, Zhou Ruiyuan held Xiao Mianmian in one hand and Yu'er in the other. The two children rested on his shoulders and fell asleep with his soft hums to coax them to sleep.
The moonlight shines on their figures, making them appear peaceful and peaceful.
At this moment, Zhou Ruiyuan seemed not to be a noble prince, but a loving father in a farmyard.
There was gentleness all over his body.
Inside the palace.
The emperor's body, which had just gotten better, was drained by the new concubine.
At night, he had a vague dream.
I dreamed that the queen who had been married to me for more than ten years was holding a small baby in her hands.
There was a man beside her, hugging him and calling her my wife.
The emperor looked at what he saw and was immediately furious, "Who is it?! Who are you?!"
He wanted to see the man's face clearly, but it was always blurry.
The emperor shouted angrily, "She is my queen! My queen."
The corner of the man's mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile, "No, your queen has been killed by you, she is just my wife now."
The emperor was furious and stepped forward to tear the man into pieces.
However, just as he was about to touch him, the man disappeared.
The emperor shouted angrily, "I will kill you! I must kill you! Even if my queen dies, she cannot be your wife!"
"emperor......."
The queen in the dream spoke.
The emperor strode over and said, "Queen, I was wrong. I shouldn't have killed you and the children. As the saying goes, a tiger's poison cannot eat its seeds. I was very wrong."
The queen looked at him coldly, "You killed my tribe, harmed my brother, and hurt my child. You want me to forgive you? Unless the river flows back and the sun rises, it will be impossible."
The emperor was startled and his steps froze in place.
"you hate me......."
"Of course I hate you!"
The emperor's eyes fell on the child she was holding in her hands, and he said in a slightly trembling voice: "Who is this child?"
The queen is smiling, "This is my child."
The emperor was stunned for a moment and asked, "Is he the prince?"
The queen continued to laugh, "No, she is my daughter."
