"Win Qian, meet your father!" The villain stood tall in front of Fusu and saluted, without any timidity.

"I haven't seen my son for months." Fusu happily picked up his son Yingqian and kissed him fiercely.

"Father, your beard stubble has stuck with me." Ying Qian said with a disgusted face.

Well, this is especially embarrassing, after all, it was the first time in his previous life that he had a son, and Fusu was a little overwhelmed for a while.

"Whoever told you not to shave, you deserve it." Meng Qian rolled her eyes and said to Fusu.

Damn, where did I get the time to shave my beard when I fight every day, Fusu was speechless, and in order to alleviate the embarrassment, he picked up Ying Qian and did it on horseback: "Come, son, have you ever ridden a horse, I will take you on a horse!" ”

"Yes, Father!" Ying Qian surrendered instantly. 、

So the father and son rode on the back of chasing the clouds and hugging the moon one after the other, and returned to Afang Palace surrounded by a group of ministers and five thousand brocade guards.

Knowing that this day belonged to the Fusu family, Li Shanchang and the others were very content and did not come to disturb, so that the Fusu family of three spent a short and warm night.

In the previous life, Fusu had the habit of playing with lanterns every year during the Lantern Festival, and Fusu would never forget the Qinhuai lanterns in his hometown Jinling. He and Meng Qian met when they were seven years old because of the lantern riddle guessing game of the Qinhuai Lantern Festival, and the next day of that night, Meng Qian moved next door to his house by ghost, and then, and then the young and ignorant girl Meng Qian was deceived by Fusu obscenely.

Speaking of the Qinhuai Lantern Festival, it is also known as the Jinling Lantern Festival, Confucius Temple Lantern Festival, is a folk cultural activity spread in Nanjing, mainly concentrated in the Spring Festival to the Lantern Festival held during the Spring Festival every year, is the first batch of national intangible cultural heritage, has the reputation of "the world's first lantern festival" and "Qinhuai lantern color armor in the world", is China's only lantern exhibition, lantern festival and lantern market as one of the large-scale comprehensive lantern festivals, but also China's largest folk lantern festival.

The Qinhuai Lantern Festival has a long history, as early as the Southern Dynasties, the national capital Nanjing appeared to hold the custom of holding the traditional Lantern Festival, its grand occasion is the highest in the country, and it is the earliest lantern festival in China. After the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the painting boat (commonly known as the "lightboat") hanging lanterns on the Qinhuai River also became famous all over the world. The historical Qinhuai Lantern Festival is mainly distributed in the Qinhuai River Basin of Nanjing, mainly concentrated in the Confucius Temple area after the 20th century, and has now expanded to the east side of the "Ten Miles of Qinhuai" five miles of the area, the core area includes Confucius Temple, Zhan Garden, Bailuzhou Park, Wu Jingzi's former residence, Jiangnan Gongyuan, Zhonghua Gate, Laomen East, Dabao'en Temple Ruins Park and Zhonghua Road, Pingjiangfu Road, Zhanyuan Road, Pipa Road.

The Qinhuai Lantern Festival entrusts the good wishes and life pursuits of the people through various forms such as lanterns, lanterns, etc., and other folk culture and art categories such as Nanjing paper-cutting, bamboo, knotting, carving, shadow puppetry, animal dance, Yangge, and stilt walking have also developed rapidly, which has had a positive impact on folk culture and folk activities in other parts of China. Fusu introduced it to his son, and he got carried away for a while, so he simply copied and pasted the content of the textbook directly to his son.

"Father, where is Nanjing? And the Southern Dynasty is that dynasty? ”

"Uh, this ·····" , I said that I leaked my mouth, and Fusu suddenly had the heart to hit the wall.

"Call you a." Moncy said with schadenfreude on the sidelines.

Fortunately, the child's curiosity is also easy to divert attention, and after Fusu proposed to buy him with a lantern not to talk about today's conversation, the little guy immediately turned his attention to the lantern.

Poor Fusu once again lifted a stone to shoot himself in the foot, Nima himself was a liberal arts student in his previous life, bragging and pretending to be a unique job, when it comes to actual hands-on ability, it will be a dead end, not to mention the difficult handicrafts such as lanterns.

Forget it, I can only catch the ducks on the shelves, and the husband and wife ran more than a dozen times in an afternoon to make a rabbit lamp that is ugly and can no longer be called a lantern.

"Father and Queen Mother, this little dog lamp is so beautiful."

“······” Little beast, where did you see that it was a dog, you are obviously a rabbit, okay!

In fact, these are not the point, the focus is on the Lantern Festival cooked by Yingxi, at first glance, Fusu thought it was a gnocchi that accidentally fell into the cement······

"Good husband, is it fragrant?"

"My wife's cooking is the best!"

"Then finish eating him, look, how good I am to you, I don't have a son."

"Well, this, I'm urgent, go to the toilet first!"

"Sit down!"

"Oh."

"Eat quickly, the old lady watched you finish eating it, and you are not allowed to sleep if you can't finish eating!"

“······”

The poor emperor was forced by his young wife to swallow a bowl of cement, three times he ruthlessly knocked off his son's outstretched claws, and six times he ruthlessly ignored his son's pitiful gaze.

Fortunately, Meng Qian still has a lot of flour and sesame left over from the Lantern Festival, and it is not good to talk about handmade Fusu, but it is a must when it comes to cooking skills alone. In order to satisfy his son's little wish to eat Lantern Festival, Fusu rolled up his sleeves and plunged into the kitchen, so frightened that the chefs of Shang Shan Jian thought that tonight's meal was not to His Majesty's appetite, which made His Majesty angry and wanted to teach them a lesson.

One by one, they knelt down at the door of the Shangshan Prison and did not dare to come out, but later the beloved queen mother came forward to explain, and finally let everyone relax.

After eating the Lantern Festival made by Fusu, his son was not making a fuss, he lay in Meng Qian's arms and gradually fell asleep, and was hugged by the wet nurse.

The two who reunited after a long time had no obstacles, naturally it was dry firewood, several spring nights, for a long time, Meng Qian, who was tired and collapsed, happily lay in Fusu's arms and said: "Husband, should you give your son a throne, I don't care if he is the emperor in the future, but it's not too much to give a prince who has no worries about food and clothing, just like the second brother Hu Hai, when he grows up, he can lead a few vicious dogs every day and bring a dozen domestic slaves to tease the women of a good family on the street, my son must be the first gentleman of Daqin!" “

", wife, you don't have a fever, according to Feng Wenjue's test and Long Wenjue's confirmation, our son is a super genius of 128, 115, 97 and 110 in the fourth dimension, and will become the most awesome emperor in the history of Huaxia. Fu Su put his hand on Meng Qian's forehead and touched it: "But to be honest, I like your idea, hahaha, it's quite out of my way to wear it back before I have time to experience the feeling of being a gentleman, and I hung up, I thought about it, this wish must be fulfilled in my son!" ”

Early the next morning, the Fusu Dynasty announced that the eldest son of the empire, Ying Qian, was the king of Jinling, and the fief was Jinling County, Huiji County, with 5,000 households.

(End of chapter)