Feng Shujia was stunned, and then suddenly realized, no wonder the Bai family suddenly pushed her out today, it turned out to be the idea!

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Pan Yu'er looked at Feng Shujia's blank face, laughed, nodded her forehead lightly, and said with a smile: "Looking at your ignorant appearance, I know that you have never thought about these things." But that's fine, you're still young!"

Feng Shujia thought that this was not the reason for being small and not small, but that marrying someone had never been the purpose and meaning of her rebirth.

Fortunately, Pan Yuer just mentioned it casually, and no longer continued the topic, but talked about the war in which Xiao Gang, the king of Jin, colluded with the Xiliang rebellion in the first year of Longqing.

"Wu'an Hou became famous in the first battle and became the god of war of Daliang, and it is rumored that as long as the Xiliang thieves hear the name of Hou Ye, they will be frightened and flee, that situation, just thinking about it, makes people admire and be heroic!" Pan Yu'er asked Feng Shujia with a curious look, "Have you ever heard Hou Ye talk about that war?"

Feng Shujia thought about it and shook her head.

So far, the battle she knows best is the time when Feng Yuan was born, when Feng Yi escaped from the Jedi.

As for the rest, she had only heard about it, and she didn't necessarily know more than the people of Daliang.

"My father never told me about these things. Feng Shujia looked a little regretful and sighed, "Maybe I think I'm a girl's family, and it's not suitable to hear about those bloody and cruel wars." ”

Pan Yu'er choked and was a little discouraged, Feng Yi and the Bai family protected Feng Shujia really well......

Feng Shujia didn't even know about the ordinary war, and she couldn't inquire about the secret things she wanted to know.

"That's really a pity...... Pan Yuer said with her hands outstretched, looking quite helpless and disappointed.

Feng Shujia thought that the person who would be the queen mother in the future was different from what ordinary people like her thought, she would rather never have a war, be stable in all directions, and have less bloodshed and sacrifice.

War is never the business of a certain person or a certain group of people, it is related to the reunion and happiness of thousands of families. Those soldiers who remained on the battlefield forever never knew how painful their families would be for the rest of their absence.

When Feng Yuan's first birthday banquet ended, the wax moon also quietly came.

On the day of Laba, the sky was covered with heavy snow all day, from morning to night, densely turned, and never stopped.

The snow covered the ground nearly a foot, and as far as the eye could see, it was a white expanse, and I could barely distinguish the trees and houses in the vicinity. In the distance, only an undulating snow-white remains.

After Feng Shujia said hello in the morning, she simply stayed in the Summer Palace, accompanied her mother and younger brother to talk and enjoy the snow, so as not to go back and forth, the path is one foot deep and one foot shallow, and then fall or freeze sick.

The dragon was burned in the Summer Palace, and there was a red charcoal basin in the room.

Feng Yuan couldn't be idle, holding the small bow he grabbed on Zhou Li, running around the room, putting it on his neck for a while, and then on his arm, and soon he was sweating.

Mother He finally coaxed him to calm down, wiped the sweat stains on his face and neck with a handkerchief, and put a layer of soft and clean cotton cloth on his back to absorb sweat, and then untied the gold wire buckle on his jacket and wore it open.

Bai Shi looked at the misty snow outside from the window, and seemed to say to himself: "With such a big snow, the palace will not specially reward Laba porridge......

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an urgent report from the little maid outside, saying that the palace had come to reward Laba porridge.

The Bai family was busy with the support of Lamei, went down to the ground to tidy up his appearance, and said happily: "Fortunately, I have already prepared this heavy and cumbersome Mrs. Hou's dress, otherwise I would not have to be in a hurry at this time." ”

Cai Wei, Mother He and others were also busy dressing Feng Shujia and Feng Yuan, and went out together to thank the palace for the porridge.

The snow fell heavily, so that people could hardly distinguish the way forward, and there was a cold wind blowing on the face, like a knife cutting pain, the father-in-law who came to give porridge and the guards of the royal forest army were also unbearable to be frozen for a long time in this wind and snow, and after giving porridge and rewarding, they hurriedly said goodbye and left.

After sending the angel away, Bai Shi hurriedly led a pair of children back to the Summer Palace, took off the heavy jewelry and ceremonial clothes, put on a light and soft home-style jacket, and comfortably crooked on the Luohan bed.

Feng Shujia and Feng Yuan also took off their mink fur cloaks and sat beside Bai, listening to her read those poems, stories, aphorisms, and aphorisms.

For a while, in addition to the wind and snow whistling outside the window, only Bai's soft and mellow recitation was left, just like the spring breeze blowing through the thawing mountain spring, gurgling, flowing through the warm spring all the way.

As for the laba porridge rewarded by the palace, her own mother-in-law brought it to the small kitchen of the Summer Palace to warm it.

The palace is deep, and the Wu'an Hou Mansion is not very close to the palace, and the originally warm Laba porridge has long been too cold to eat.

Because Feng Shujia also stayed in the Summer Palace, Bai simply ordered that lunch be made in the small kitchen, so that the little maid would not have to go to the big kitchen to pick up food in the wind and snow and be frozen, and the food served could be just warm and delicious.

As for the big kitchen, it's just a matter of cooking people's lunch.

After lunch, Bai was tired and went to the inner room to take a nap.

Feng Shujia took Feng Yuan to play in the banquet room.

Feng Yuan was naughty, taking advantage of Feng Shujia's lack of attention, he quietly slipped to the window, stretched out his hand and pushed open the window suddenly, but Feng Shujia didn't know much, he himself was choked by the oncoming wind and snow and sneezed a few times, and a few pieces of flying snow were stuck to his eyebrows, pale.

Feng Shujia hurriedly raised her hand to close the window, hugged Feng Yuan in her arms, wiped the snowflakes and water droplets on his face for him, and said distressedly: "Is it frozen?"

He also instructed Mother He and Cai Wei: "Take the charcoal basin closer and warm Xiao Shizi's hands." Pour another cup of hot water. ”

Feng Yuan is still young, and it is not good to have a cold in the middle of winter.

Mother He quickly moved the charcoal basin over, and Cai Wei also handed the warm boiled water to Feng Shujia.

Feng Shujia moved to the side of Luohan's bed, let Feng Yuan get closer to the warm charcoal basin, and tried the temperature of the water in the teacup, and carefully fed Feng Yuan to drink.

The finest silver frost charcoal burns without the pungent smoke or smell, and it doesn't matter if it's closer, just be careful not to get splashed by the charcoal fire.

Fortunately, Feng Yuan didn't sneeze anymore, his face was ruddy, his energy was excessive, and he didn't feel any discomfort.

Only then did Feng Shujia put down her heart and taught Feng Yuan like spring breeze and rain, so that he understood that the weather was cold and that he must know how to keep warm, otherwise if he was sick, not only would he not be able to play to his heart's content, but he would also pinch his nose and drink the thick black bitter medicine.