Nongxi Pavilion.
Ning Huayue chatted with Jiang Mihe and Lin Shuxian.
Jiang Mihe didn't like the Ning family's style of doing things, so she maintained her superficial politeness and listened to Ning Huayue's compliments to her daughter.
"I have met Princess Jianing several times at palace banquets before. The princess looks very similar to you. She will definitely be a one-in-a-million beauty in the future."
Ning Huayue felt that among all the people present, only the three of them had the highest status, and the three sisters-in-law should be more familiar with them, so she tried her best to close the relationship with the Crown Princess and Princess Qi.
But Lin Xianshu didn't seem to like her very much, and she liked to ignore her, so Ning Huayue stopped talking to her and only focused on Jiang Mihe.
Jiang Mihe has heard these words countless times. Even if she is happy to praise her daughter, it depends on whether the person can speak.
"Princess Jianing is the daughter of you and the crown prince. She is the legitimate daughter of the East Palace. She has a noble status and will definitely marry into a good family in the future." Ning Huayue said with a smile.
Jiang Mihe's expression turned cold. Her daughter was born noble, why should she have to rely on men?
But Ning Huayue didn't understand what she was thinking. After Ning Huayue praised her carelessly, Jiang Mihe interrupted her.
"Now in the entire royal family, you are the only one with a boy in your family. Speaking of it, the third brother and sister are the lucky ones."
Ning Huayue felt uncomfortable and withdrew the smile on her face: "Since ancient times, there have been differences between the legitimate sons and the concubines. I don't expect Brother Lan to be able to do something great in the future. I just want him to grow up in peace and be a wealthy and idle man."
She almost had the word "dislike" etched on her face.
Lu Qing listened to them quietly without any disturbance in her heart. Everything will wait until Ning Huayue really gives birth to a legitimate son. Even if Brother Lan is just a rich and idle person like Ning Huayue said, Lu Qing feels that it is good, at least his life will be easier than that of many people in the world.
However, after hearing Ning Huayue's words, many people present had complex expressions that were difficult to describe.
It is said that Princess Jin has not consummated her marriage with Prince Jin after being in the palace for so long. I don’t know if it is true, but Prince Jin’s dissatisfaction with Princess Jin is well known in the capital.
Jiang Mihe also looked down on Ning Huayue's magnanimity. There was a difference between the legitimate son and the concubine. Both the legitimate son and the concubine had to mention this matter. In the absence of a legitimate son, the matron of the house had to be generous and loving. Always doing embarrassing things to tarnish the reputation of the royal family.
She didn't say these words, and nodded perfunctorily, but she heard Mrs. Ning also say: "The legitimate son is the legitimate one, and his bloodline is noble, so naturally it is different."
Jiang Mihe said nothing and looked at Lu Qing.
Lu Qing smiled and agreed: "That's natural. Just like the princess said, I am satisfied that Brother Lan can grow up smoothly, and I don't dare to expect anything else."
Mrs. Ning raised her chin proudly and sneered lightly. She didn't say anything, but her contempt was clearly displayed.
A bastard is a bastard, and no matter how favored he is, he can't hide his humble background, just like those bastards and bastards who live under her hands in their house. They live by looking at her face and calling her "mother" one after another.
When she thinks of a good way to get rid of the Wei family, can the helpless and young concubine grow up in the house?
**
At the first-year banquet, Brother Lang is the protagonist.
He seemed to know this, so he was particularly lively today. Yan Fuguang carried him around for a long time and met many people. He neither cried nor fussed, and seemed to be in good spirits.
When it came to the Zhou Zhou ceremony, the female relatives also came out to watch the ceremony, and there were many people at the scene.
There is an Eight Immortals table in the room, with books, jade pendants, exquisite little sabers, pure gold abacus, purple hair pens on it...
As soon as Brother Lan saw Lu Qing coming, he excitedly reached out his hand in Yan Fuguang's arms.
He hadn't seen his mother for a long time, and he was panicking.
"Oh!"
Lu Qing smiled at him with her eyes bent, hoping that he would be more honest in Yan Fuguang's arms and hold her tightly before she went to hug him.
The scene was lively, with many distinguished old ladies smiling and praising Brother Lan: "The young master is smart and lively, and looks like a little fairy boy. He is so good."
Mrs. Ning sneered coldly: "You are already one year old and you still can't speak."
The others looked at her without speaking.
Ning Huayue did not dare to make a mistake in front of Yan Fuguang, and hurriedly came to the rescue: "I heard from Concubine Wei that Brother Lan is already learning to speak. I think it won't be long before he can speak. Don't worry about it being earlier or later."
Another woman who was close to Mrs. Ning smiled and joked: "That's true, but I heard that children who talk early are smarter!"
Yan Fuguang frowned, as if he was about to have an attack.
Langeer, who was insinuated that he was "not smart", rolled his big eyes, suddenly grabbed Yan Fuguang's clothes, and put his head on his shoulder, grinning and purring. He said: "Mom!"
Although the tone is not very clear, you can hear what he is saying.
Lu Qing's eyes widened in surprise. Yan Fuguang squeezed Brother Lan's leg and said proudly: "Shout again."
Brother Lan hugged Yan Fuguang's neck and called "Mother" obediently again.
Lu Qing had no time to observe the expressions of the people around her. She felt so sad that she almost shed tears.
She started teaching Lan Ge'er to speak some simple words two months ago, because Dr. Jiang said that most children can't speak until they are over one year old and told her not to worry, so Lu Qing never forced it.
She didn't expect that Lan Ge'er would give her such a surprise today.
Now Brother Lan stole the show, while Mrs. Ning was slapped in the face and silently retreated to the periphery, out of sight and out of mind.
"Young Master is amazing! He is only one year old and can speak so clearly!"
"That's not true. Don't look at whose child it is. How can the son of His Highness Prince Jin not be smart?!"
Compliments came one after another, and Brother Lan kept smiling at Lu Qing stupidly, waving his little hand to ask her to come over.
Yan Fuguang turned around and saw that she did not dare to step forward, so she called out in a deep voice: "Come here, Brother Lan misses you."
Ning Huayue stood next to Yan Fuguang. She watched Lu Qing bypass the person in front and come to stand on the other side of Yan Fuguang. Lan Ge'er was very excited when he came into her arms, and Lu Qing was a little unsure of her hold. Yan Fuguang quickly raised his hand to support Lan Ge'er, with his back to her, protecting the mother and child in front of him.
"Don't be naughty. If you make a fool of yourself, people will remember you when you are in your teens or decades. Don't blame your father for not reminding you."
Brother Lan looked at Yan Fuguang blankly: I don't understand.
Lu Qing was amused and quickly hugged Brother Lan.
Ning Huayue whispered a reminder: "Your Majesty, the time has come, let Brother Lan go and capture Zhou."
Lu Qing had trained Brother Lan earlier, and considering the thoughts of Ning Huayue and other women, she did not dare to let Brother Lan be too ostentatious.
She put Brother Lan on the Eight Immortals table, patted his round little butt, and whispered: "Go and get it back quickly."
Lange'er used his hands and feet to crawl over, with a clear goal.
He was about to return while grabbing the book, but was suddenly fascinated by the little golden abacus. He hesitated and reached out his little hand to pull it.
The abacus was made of pure gold and was quite heavy. Lu Qing saw him groaning as he dragged the abacus back first, then turned around again and took away the book Lu Qing wanted him to take.
Lu Qing: "..."
It wasn't quite what she expected, but it was pretty good.
Ning Huayue was very satisfied. Aren't books and abacus the symbol of an idle and wealthy person?
After all, it was unlikely to become a great thing, which made her feel at ease.
