When I returned to the house, I didn't ask Yinzhen and Concubine De what they said about the mother and son's private relationship, and he didn't mention the marriage to me, but just named Lan Si's son Hongyun, ranking third elder brother. Then it is the normal day to go out of the house and return home, and the days go by day by day.

I don't know what Yinzhen thinks, if the daughter of the Song family who only lived for ten days doesn't count, and it is forgivable for Shushen to become a real big Gegege, could it be that Lan Si's son Hongyu, who has lived for two years, can't even occupy a position as an elder brother?

Sitting at Honghui's small desk, watching him study calligraphy seriously, he really looks more and more like him Amma, sometimes raising his eyebrows and sometimes stroking his forehead, although he will occasionally look up and grin at me, but his expression is precocious.

The changes of children are really changing with each passing day, and so are the two sisters and brothers, and their eyebrows and eyes have grown a little more in three months, and I can't find the wrinkled red face when I first saw them.

Thinking about the two little children in the past, these royal children really said that if they don't save zài, they won't save zài, and they don't even bother to mention it. Even if they feel the breath of their younger brothers and sisters by calling them, they don't have a chance, no wonder the poor people will say that their lives are thinner than paper, and it seems that if they want to make a stroke in the annals of history, how much blessing they have to bear or how heavy a burden they bear.

My Honghui, there are records in the history books, although I am only three years old now, I don't know if the future is as recorded, after all, the reality I have seen has obvious differences with history, and it can be seen that those records have also been changed by people.

Perhaps, such a lovely and well-behaved child will not leave my life so soon? There is no need to worry about myself at all, but what if there is such a day, what will I do?

"Eniang, Honghui's face is stained with ink?" Honghui looked at me curiously with a brush, wiped his left hand on his little face and stretched it out in front of him, and asked in confusion, "Why are you staring at Honghui?"

"E-Niang likes you, so I'm staring at you. I walked behind him and put on his thin shoulders, secretly sighed the boredom in my heart, bent down and gently hugged him, looked at the longevity characters on the paper and asked with a smile: "How do you rewrite the longevity characters?

Honghui nodded his little head in my arms, pointed to those small longevity characters and replied seriously: "Yes, what Ama said, to write a hundred longevity characters, called Honghui practice." ”

100 Shou Characters?100 Shou Tu? This is ...... suddenly remembered that this peaceful day passed as light as water, and almost forgot that the Queen Mother's birthday was coming, and this year was still her sixtieth birthday in the year of her sixtieth birthday. Yinzhen didn't even remind me, but he was preparing a gift.

Looking at the italic longevity characters on the paper, the little guy is really serious about practice, but where is it enough to write a hundred longevity pictures, it is estimated that Yinzhen just wants Honghui to write a word to please Kangxi and the Queen Mother. I couldn't help but smile and asked, "You Ama only taught you to practice this kind of font?"

Honghui looked up at me, his eyelashes fluttering, "yes, anything else?"

"Of course, there are many, but if you practice this well, when you help Ama write a word, it can be regarded as your filial piety for your descendants. ”

"Will E-Niang?" write to Honghui. Honghui said, grabbed my hand and stuffed the pen over.

I held the pen in my hand for a while, I was taught by Yinzhen on weekdays, I practiced very well, don't let me write a bad one, people who have learned words since childhood are most afraid of having a bad example, I don't like to mistake people's children, and I can't mistake my son.

Just as he was hesitating, a familiar voice came from behind him, "I haven't seen you write for a few days, write and take a look." ”

When I looked back, Yinzhen had already come closer, standing next to me and Honghui with a cool air, and when he saw me, he raised his hand and knocked twice on the paper, and looked at me with his hands behind his back.

I tried to recall the cross-stitch that I had embroidered for a week on my brother's thirtieth birthday, and the memory was really long, but it was still very clear, but the red cloth and gold characters blurred my eyes.

Turning his head sideways to avoid Yinzhen's sight, he picked up the pen and wrote it carefully under Honghui's words, regular script, official script, line script, and cursive script, but it was not difficult for me to spend a lot of time on the small seal, and I always felt that how to write was lacking in the pen, and I was entangled in putting down the pen and standing silently behind Honghui.

Honghui pointed to the strange insect-like word and looked at me in surprise, "Eniang, this is also the word for longevity?"

"I don't know, maybe...... Possible...... No way. I felt embarrassed, glanced at someone who was silent, and picked up the pen to destroy the corpse. Yinzhen covered her mouth and coughed, took the pen in my hand and added two strokes to the awkward word, before looking at Honghui and guiding her son on the right path, "That's it." ”

Honghui didn't seem to understand, he didn't nod his head to confirm, just stared at those words, grabbed Yinzhen's belt with his little hand and smiled flatteringly, "Ama teaches Honghui." ”

Yinzhen handed the pen to Honghui, leaned down slightly and looked at him and said seriously: "Write today's words first, and I will naturally teach you later." ”

I think his way of discipline is very □□, and he doesn't explain that he is not enthusiastic enough for the growth and education of children, but Honghui's admiration for him is increasing day by day, and it seems that his psychology is much stronger than I imagined. One big and one small are very tacit, is this considered the nature of father and son, and there is no need to deliberately integrate it naturally? In my opinion, there is some magic, or the power of the blood of life is very sacred.

In the past, I often heard people say that boys should grow up with their fathers, because boys who are taught by men will become men when they grow up, while those who are taught by women are mostly boys. However, most fathers are accustomed to women taking care of their children, and they would rather work their own than spend more time educating their sons. So some people build a kindergarten that should have male teachers, but every time I see those sissy male aunts, I will panic, and I feel that it is better to let the real aunts teach more healthy and normal boys to be more beneficial to the society.

Yinzhen's expression was beyond my expectations, and his willingness to spend time teaching Honghui made me feel incredible. After all, he is too cold, he doesn't pay enough attention to many things, and he doesn't look like the kind of man who will stay at home and coax his children.

"Amma, teach Eniang too. My hands tightened, and when I heard Honghui's mention, I found myself staring at Yinzhen, he also raised his eyebrows and looked at me, and hurriedly turned his eyes to look at Honghui, he was smiling and shaking my hand, "Honghui and Eniang study together, as well as younger brothers and sisters." ”

I couldn't help laughing, squatted on the side of Honghui's chair and said, "Then you have to wait, your younger brothers and sisters can't even speak now, and when they can hold a pen and write with you, you must be very good at writing." ”

Honghui raised his eyebrows, and looked at me with the same expression as Yinzhen who was standing behind him, "Can you write better than Amma?"

In this kid's heart, is it true that he Ama has been deified? Is this also up to me? I couldn't help but smile and patted him on the head and persuaded, "Practice hard, maybe...... Yes. ”

"E-Niang watch her younger brothers and sisters go, Honghui wants to practice calligraphy. Honghui jumped down from the chair and pulled me out, Yinzhen followed behind, looking at the two of us, and the corners of his mouth were laughing.

When I was about to reach the door, Honghui stopped and looked up at me, his little hand caressed my already flat belly, and whispered like a human spirit: "With my younger brothers and sisters, Eniang's belly is gone, and so is Aunt Li." Honghui also came from here?"

This kid's mind is jumping fast, and I can finally understand the embarrassment of parents when facing this kind of problem with their children, but fortunately he didn't ask me how he had. Even if I wouldn't lie to him that he picked up Yunyun from the garbage heap and dared to tell him the real answer, I was afraid that in this era, I would be heard and would shoot me to death.

Before I could reply, the kid tugged at my sleeve and said expectantly, "When will you bulge again?"

This question...... It really makes me can't even take care of the embarrassment, it seems that two non-diet men and women who haven't solved the problem yet, it's unlikely that they will conceive a child again.

Yin Zhen walked over with a pace, I don't know what his expression was, I could only see that the black soap boots were walking very slowly, and a few steps made me feel embarrassed for a long time. When he got behind Honghui, he pulled my little hand and led it back to the table, put his hands firmly on the chair under his armpits, and whispered, "Finish today's words first." ”

I turned and flashed out the door, and although it was almost winter, the afternoon sun was dazzling.

There was a faint sound of footsteps behind me, and I hurriedly lifted the hem of my skirt and walked briskly to the room opposite the door. Yinzhen was faster than me, and the figure flickered out of my peripheral vision, and had already pulled me back to my room.

Yan Yuhe, who was sitting on the chair embroidered with patterns, stood up with rubbing, and when he saw that he ignored him and went straight inside, he hurriedly put down the embroidered bandage and went out with the door.

The two of us stood in the room, the sunlight shining through the window paper on his indigo robe, and the whole person looked much softer.

It seems that he has been wearing this very dark color for this time, but fortunately, he no longer looks like he was very thin in the summer, and his face and spirit are better. I lost weight and he grew back a little bit of meat, which is good.

The palm of the hand on my wrist was cold, and the cold air still spread to my limbs through my sleeve. I looked down at the jade wrench on his thumb, but I couldn't see the red line ring under his sleeve.

I have seriously thought about what Yinxiang said, and I want to help him solve Yinzhen's problem, but what is the core of this problem? In my opinion, it is fear, but what is he afraid of? He doesn't say that I can only guess, and if I guess wrong, I am afraid that it will be self-defeating.

I don't know what he is like to Lance and Song other than me, although he is curious but resists the answer. We stuck in this stalemate and made no progress, like a chasm between the two of us, and we couldn't get around.

"I'm going to see them, I'm afraid they're going to wake up now, it's time to find someone. "I said that I wanted to go out, but the hand on my wrist was clenched tighter.

"There is a nurse watching. ”

I stood still, no longer trying to dodge from under him. In this era, there is an advantage to having a baby, that is, you don't have to look hard by yourself, but if you really have milk, you are a mother?

I always feel that the gap between the nurse and the mother is still very big, although the children are still young, but they are the same as kittens and dogs, they have the most acute feelings, even if they can't say it, their hearts are like a mirror, and no one can fool them. For example, Hongwan, although he doesn't cry or make trouble when he can't see me, his face will be very bad, and the awkward expression of his little face when he is unhappy has to fight with him. It's very informal, it's okay to cry, it's like a faucet, the tears are like a faucet, the temperament is quite straightforward, and the crying and laughing are undisguised and twisted.

Yinzhen pulled me to stand in front of him, wrapped his arms around my waist, folded his palms on my lower abdomen, and pressed his chin against my shoulders and whispered, "Do you still want to have another child?"

I don't know if it's because I thought about not having this problem anymore, so I shook my head directly, hung my head and looked at his palms, and my hands were gently covered with them, and the two small pearls reflected each other with a shallow luster, and I could see it very clearly.

Yinzhen's chin on my shoulder was coldly pressed against my neck, and he whispered a good word, which sounded like a sigh of relief.

HE'S AFRAID OF THIS, THEN THE PROBLEM IS MUCH SIMPLER, AND IT'S EASY TO SOLVE, BECAUSE THIS GIRL DOESN'T WANT TO PLAY THE GAME OF HAVING A BABY ANYMORE, AND CAN JUST ANNOUNCE GAMEOVER.

I turned my head to reassure him that I really didn't want it anymore, but he looked up and didn't know what to say, and the corners of his lips just rubbed against my face.

Seeing his surprised and slightly stunned expression, I smiled and pecked him on the lips, Yinzhen took out a hand and put it on my face, and whispered against the corner of my lips: "Ming'er, you are waiting for me at home, and I will come back to take you out." ”

Ming'er?Take me out to play? Except for the last time I entered the palace to say goodbye, I really haven't been out of this Baylor Mansion for a long time.

Now I'm good, without this man, I'm already going to become an ancient housemaid who doesn't go out of the door.

Tomorrow, it seems...... The ninth day of September.