I looked at the pure white jade pendant in my hand, my head only felt the buzzing of the precipitation, and grabbed the jade pendant tied on the belt of Yinzhen to compare the two, the appearance is very similar, the difference is that one is engraved with the word "Zhen", and the other is engraved with "Hui", the one of Yinzhen is slightly larger, and Honghui's is smaller.

What kind of plane did Lao Kang do? The princes all hung on their waists, and everyone I had seen them before, but did the emperors and grandsons also have them? If everyone has a share in giving Mao's name and then not giving it, and only giving it to him on his third birthday? If not, if not......

"Yinzhen?" I stared at Yu Pei's eyes and still couldn't figure it out, and raised my eyes to look at Yinzhen, but he looked at Honghui seriously, pursed his thin lips and asked softly, "What did Huang Mafa say to you?"

Honghui tilted his little head as if he was thinking very seriously, and his eyes turned around twice before he replied cautiously to his Amma: "Huang Mafa said to let Honghui bring it back and give it to Eniang." ”

Yin Zhen's brows furrowed a little, and his voice was a little softer, "Didn't let you tie it?"

Honghui just shook his head, grabbed my cuff and whispered, "E-niang......"

I let go of Yinzhen's jade pendant and sat up straight, grabbed Honghui and comforted him, "It's okay, Huang Mafa likes you, what did Mama give?"

Honghui immediately became happy again, got up from the bed with a smile and crooked eyes, knelt between me and Yinzhen, and mysteriously took out a small light yellow cloth bag in the placket of his chest for a long time. I looked at him amusefully, carefully placed on the bed, rubbed my body towards Yinzhen, and finally leaned straight on him, my little arm was on Yinzhen's lap, pointed at the small cloth bag, and said with a smile: "Amma, open." ”

Yinzhen's expression changed very slightly, and I looked carefully to distinguish that there was astonishment, incomprehension, curiosity, and a shallow joy and sadness dyed in the corners of my eyes.

This man, after so many years, he himself has been a father for at least six years, how can he be so persistent? Can't he still understand that the love of parents for their children is irreplaceable? It turns out that he is still puzzled.

At this moment, I was reviewing, maybe in that missed mother-son relationship, my daughter-in-law could help to make more efforts to bring their relationship closer, but the two mother and son, who are equally persistent, are willing to put down their bodies first and allow others to interfere? Obviously they both have a desire, but they all have a cold face, the same blood is wrapped in the same arrogance, completely awkward 100%, and the similarity is 200%.

"Amma, quick, open up. ”

Honghui's urging voice drew my attention back, and I also wanted to know what Concubine De had given to make this kid so mysteriously want his always strict Amma to open the gift. Watching Yinzhen slowly open the light yellow satin, a purse with a red flower pattern appeared in front of him, ho, it's just a purse, children are really rare and weird.

Yinzhen's expression is somewhat similar to mine, but in addition to his relief, he has some disappointment that I don't have. Honghui grabbed the purse and took out a small purse of the same style and pattern from the inside, held it in front of Yinzhen and shook it happily, shaking it big and saying "Ama's", shaking the small one and saying "Honghui's".

Yin Zhen's eyes did not squint habitually, but opened wide, staring closely at the dazzlingly red purse in front of him, and the voice seemed to come from someone else's mouth, "Mama sent it?"

"Yes!" Honghui nodded vigorously, leaned against Yinzhen and raised his head and said, "There are words in it." As he spoke, Honghui turned the edge of the opening of the purse outward, and saw a light yellow silk thread embroidered with the word "Zhen", which was small but clear.

Yinzhen let out a simple sigh, only staring at the small character, and only turned to Honghui for a while and asked, "What about yours?"

"Yes, Mama said one person, one for Amma, one for Honghui. ”

I turned from two similar serious faces to the two red purses in Honghui's hand, and suddenly felt a little like crying, I only felt that Yinzhen was bitter in my heart, until I had been a mother for three years, and at this moment I could better understand the mood of Concubine De, no wonder everyone in the world said that they pity the hearts of parents in the world. Although the purse is light, but that thread contains her mind, Yinzhen will understand, right?

I reached out and took the big purse in Honghui's hand, sat forward for a while, and reached out to Yinzhen's belt to untie the brand new purse that I had been replacing in the past few years.

Yin Zhen grabbed my hand, and a hoarse voice came from above my head, "What are you doing?"

"It's time for a change. I lowered my head and replied softly, and unfastened the thread button with his hand, but Yinzhen's hand strength did not change, but I changed Concubine De's purse and tied it.

I hugged Honghui in front of me, and gently tied the small gift that belonged to him, and carefully wrapped the jade pendant that Kangxi gave him with the light yellow satin cloth and stuffed it in, and instructed seriously: "Honghui, you put away this jade pendant, no matter where you go, you can't throw it away, and you can't show it to others, understand? ”

Honghui nodded as if he didn't understand, rubbing it on my chest stickily, his eyes were a little sleepy, "Eniang, I'm sleepy." ”

"Sleep, wake up and practice your words, don't think you can be lazy on your birthday, Wenquxing. I unbuttoned Honghui and teased him with a smile, the little guy's eyes actually widened, looked at me with thick long eyelashes flashing and asked seriously, "What is Wenquxing?"

"You didn't sue you?"

"No, Huang Marfa only said that he praised me, let me ask Eniang. ”

I helplessly looked at Yinzhen, who was sitting quietly watching our mother and son chatting, he actually leaned back on the head of the bed and raised his eyebrows and looked at me, didn't he understand?

took off Honghui's clothes, pulled him to lie on the bed, patted his back and laughed in a low voice: "You don't know what Wenquxing is, and you are so happy, it's really useless." Go to sleep, and I'll tell you when I wake up. ”

E-Niang said now, Honghui wants to know. Honghui hummed quietly, and actually half stood up and patted the mattress behind him to look at Yinzhen, "Ama came to sleep and listened to Eniang's story." ”

Fainted...... This kid thinks of me as Sun Jingxiu's grandfather? He also asked Ama to listen to it together, and he couldn't figure it out. The scary thing is that I am not afraid that someone will instigate "crime", but I am afraid that someone will be ignorant and follow the trend, and the always wise and assertive Lord Belle actually stood up and took off his clothes, and really lay next to Honghui and posed as if he wanted to sleep.

I looked at the bed beam helplessly for a while, resigned myself to the other side of Honghui by pulling the quilt, and continued to pat him softly: "The bedtime story begins, close your eyes." ”

Honghui was very obedient and closed his eyes, but Yinzhen looked at me seriously, and helplessly pulled the corners of his mouth and began to talk about the story slowly, "Wenqu Xing is the name of a star. ”

Honghui opened his eyes slightly, stretched out his little hand and tugged at the placket of my clothes, and asked curiously, "What are the stars?"

"It's the constellation, that is, the stars in the sky. In order to distinguish them, people divided the sky into three walls, which were called Ziwei, Taiwei and Tianshi. ”

"Eniang, what do you mean by ......?"

As soon as I was dragged by his little hand, I knew that I was wrong, because Mao wanted to talk so carefully? And the crux of the problem is that I only know the fur, and I can't talk about it carefully! Interrupting his words, he hurriedly said: "Honghui, now we make a choice, do you want to listen to Wenquxing? Or Wenquxing?"

"I don't have to choose...... Honghui's little face was about to wrinkle, and his tone was quite dissatisfied.

My son is so smart that he can understand no choice, happily touching his little brain and whispering, "Good, shut up, close your eyes, open your ears." ”

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Yinzhen's smile, this matter of not caring about himself, Ama was embarrassed to laugh, sighed in his heart and continued to tell the story of Wenqu Xing to his son, "There are twenty-eight constellations, Wenqu Xing is one of them, according to legend, he is in charge of Wenyun, so usually the person who writes well and is entrusted with important tasks by the imperial court, people will say that he is Wenqu Xing." For example, Shang Minister Yi Yin, National God Bigan, Northern Song Dynasty Prime Minister Fan Zhongyan, Kaifeng Mansion Yin Bao Qingtian, and Southern Song Dynasty Prime Minister Wen Tianxiang. ”

"What else?"

There are so many questions from the kid, I looked at Honghui quietly closing his eyes, only to realize that this was actually asked by his Amma, it was really ...... I thought only children would ask questions. I was so angry that I glared at him and whispered: "There is also Xu Shilin in the mythological story, that is, the son of the White Lady and Xu Xian." ”

"Yes. Yinzhen actually nodded with satisfaction, meaning Shenma.

"Eniang, is Ama Xu Xian?" Honghui suddenly opened his eyes again, and asked me directly, a sentence made my head full of black lines, Honghui saw my awkward face and reluctantly turned around, buried his little face in Yinzhen's chest and changed the question sullenly, "Why are there so many Wenqu stars?"

Seeing the father and son hugging and lying together, my heart is really warm and awkward, I looked at the back of Honghui's black and bright head and Yinzhen's equally black and bright eyes, although he was speechless, he still willingly continued to pretend to be grandchildren...... Grandpa, "Because he wants to be reincarnated one life after another, but there are exceptions, such as Fan Zhongyan and Bao Zheng, the two of them are only ten years old, and they have lived the same age, how can Wenqu Xing be divided into two and become two people? So there must be one of them that is made up, and it is just people's good wishes." ”

Yin Zhen stroked Honghui's back, and his voice was soft and gentle, "Which one do you say is true?"

"I don't know, maybe it's Fan Zhongyan, after all, his literary achievements are higher, Bao Zheng is just judging the case, if it is judged by being an honest official, iron-faced selfless, and upright, Fan Xiang also has the same appearance, so he is more powerful than Lord Bao. It's just that others are too stubborn and don't know how to turn around, so they have been repeatedly killed, and I would like to ask an official who is always demoted, how many good things can he really do for the people? Some people say that it is good for him to be the governor of the state, but if this person has the ability to save the lives of all the people in the world, why should he succumb to the local area and only seek the well-being of a small party of water and soil? Therefore, Fan Xiang is still reluctant to give up his so-called literati temperament, strong on the outside and fragile on the inside, very pedantic, if it is really for the sake of the people of the world, he should throw himself out, the eldest husband can stretch and bend, then he is the real first minister of the Northern Song Dynasty. will not die of illness in Xuzhou in the end, leaving only a sentence of the worries of the world first, and the joy of the world after the world, and when he is demoted and has no official power protection, he can really only have no worries and no joys. Therefore, those who are officials should have the insight to recognize current affairs, be upright, and have the courage, strategy and forbearance to punish traitors and villains, not afraid to walk with evil, not afraid of being infamous, and be able to mix in it with ease, and wait for the right time to be captured in one fell swoop, so as to show the true character of a hero, so that he can be called a smart man and a big man. ”

Yin Zhen listened very carefully, and when he heard that he raised his eyebrows at the end, he didn't know whether he agreed with or opposed my statement, and after looking at me for a long time, he asked softly, "Where is Wen Tianxiang?"

"Wen Tianxiang, good prime minister, the country is ruined, the family is ruined, and the integrity is good, he should be the person who knows the most about the society and the importance of the monarch, and in his thoughts, he is loyal to the monarch because of his patriotism, such a person is rare. Therefore, after Emperor Song Gong descended to the Yuan, he would rather die and insist that the king surrender to his ministers than to surrender, even if he sympathized with the emperor and lost the country, but he did not abandon his patriotic beliefs because of blind loyalty to the monarch, which is great love. It's just that no one has died in life since ancient times, and it is heroic to say that Dan is heroic, but it is a pity...... People always have a dilemma when choosing, he achieved his reputation as a husband who will go down in history in the annals of history, and he abandoned the people. After all, once a son of heaven and a courtier, the times are always advancing, and if the kings of all dynasties want to stabilize their thrones, they must first govern the country. Even if the name of the country is changed to Yuan, will the subjects not be the people of the Song Dynasty? If Wen Tianxiang is willing to persist in surviving humiliation and burden, he will be reused by the ancestors of the Yuan dynasty, even if it is left behind for 10,000 years? Isn't it his original belief to protect the people of Limin?

A chuckle sounded in the quiet afternoon room, the smile in Yinzhen's eyes had not yet dispersed, and he looked at me and lightly opened his thin lips, "In your eyes, these people who are sought after by later generations have all become untalented people." Who's the man to you?"

I quietly leaned closer, looked at Honghui, who was already sleeping in his arms, imprinted a kiss on the top of his black hair, raised my eyes to Yinzhen and whispered a word, "You." ”