In the spring of the sixth year of Taikang, in the east of the capital, in the alley dedicated to the residence of the official viscount, a baby's cry pierced the dark night, and the magnificent view of the morning glow fell in the sky, and it was rendered to the whole sky at great speed.

That day was the day when the young master of the Meng Mansion was born.

Mengfu, a century-old hairpin family, a big family in the capital with deep roots, its existence can be traced back to a long time. There is a folk saying: "The Meng family has a face in 50 years, and a talent in 70 years." That is to say, in about 50 years, a prime minister can be produced, and in 70 years, a talent can be produced to govern the world, and its prestige is not low.

However, the Meng family has many infatuated species, especially in the past hundred years. Each head of the family only marries one person, and there is no backyard, so it is withered by children and grandchildren, and it is difficult to receive green and yellow.

When Meng Yi, the head of the Meng family, worked in the Criminal Department, served as a scholar, and in his early years, he had the merit of the dragon to become the descendant of the court, and won the emperor's heart. It has been five years since the daughter of the eldest princess, the county lord of Xiyao, married Meng Yi.

This is the second time that Lord Xiyao has given birth. He got a son in just one year after entering the house, and his eldest son, Meng Wangshu, was already four years old.

He supported his little arms and legs, and a small mouth on his chin made a deep mark, and followed his father into the inner room.

The bloody atmosphere in the hall made people dizzy, and the small body breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the sleeping person on the bed without saying a word.

"How's Madame's body?" Meng Yi asked.

"Back to the master, Mrs. just fainted due to trying her best to give birth, and there is no big problem." The doctor stepped forward and bowed.

"Reward"

"Thank you, Master"

At this time, Meng Yi took his second son back to the back hall of Meng's mansion. Meng Wangshu glanced at it, retracted his gaze, and helped his mother who woke up leisurely.

"Shu'er, you're here, where's my brother?" The woman smiled softly.

"Father took it away."

Meng Muteng sat up suddenly, thinking of Shu'er being carried to the back hall when she was just born, and her heart was a little empty and uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, I'll go see my brother in a while." Meng Wangshu held his mother's soft wattle with a calloused hand, held it carefully, and said in a milky voice.

On the other side, Meng Yi had already carried his youngest son into the back hall.

"Father, look at this kid—"

The old lady Meng took over the little grandson, "Okay, good, a good boy again." I have named him, and he will be called Guanlan. There is Shu'er in the back hall, Lan'er will let Yuan Niang raise it first. The boy is blessed, and let him loosen up for two years. ”

"Yes, Father"

Meng Yi, who is a dignified second-class scholar, has an attitude in front of the old lady, not a father and son, but a relationship between superiors and subordinates. Meng Yili finished and withdrew from the door with Xiao Lan'er.

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The lost child returned to the palm of her hand, and Mrs. Meng hugged the child tightly, persistent and happy.

"Brother Lan, mother's Brother Lan." A whisper echoed in my heart.

The delicate and tender little brother in the swaddling clothes is unaware at the moment.

His eyes lifted slightly, but it was a foggy scene, and he couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't find the source of the sound.

What brother? Father? Lan'er's?

Where is this? How did you become a baby? I remember that it was like being photographed surfing in the sea, and as soon as I woke up, it was like that. Could it be that it is crossing?

After thinking about it for a while, he became a little tired and fell asleep.

In just a few days, the baby's eyes can already see normally, Meng Guanlan found that the things around him really did not resemble his home, and there was also this Zhu Huanchai Feng's mother, everything proved that this was no longer the world he was familiar with.

I think of the master, in my previous life, I was a rich second generation, and I took the company's shares and dividends every day, and I lived a good life. I didn't expect to catch the trend and cross it once.

Alas, fortunately, this family seems to be a rich official family, and there is a brother in front of him, so he must still be able to make a salted fish (ps: rich).

Thinking of this, Meng Guanlan stretched his waist and shrank on his small rocking bed and lay down.

However, in the past few days, the cheap brother and the cheap father have never even met, and they stay in the house with their mother all day, which is a little boring. Now that his body has severely restricted his movements, Meng Guanlan didn't dare to turn over hard, don't fold this crisp and tender little waist.

"Brother Lan, Brother Lan" Mrs. Meng held the child all day long and did not let go, she lay in front of the collapse, chanting and shaking, not idle for a moment, after all, this is her only sustenance now.

Time flies as fast as flowing water, and in a blink of an eye, it is the end of the year, and Brother Lan is nearly one year old.

After the emperor sealed the pen and blessed him, he set up a banquet in the palace to entertain the important ministers, and the Meng Mansion was also among them.

Meng Yi has been busy sorting out the case files of the whole year in the past two days, and finally took care of the big head, and he left his post half an hour early tonight.

"Madam, you take Brother Lan with you, and Shu'er will follow me."

"The concubine is provincial." The county lord of Xiyao shallowly responded. Shu'er hasn't been here for half a month, and I'm afraid it won't be long before the mother and son are separated. That's it, there is still Lan'er after all.

She picked up Meng Guanlan and got into the carriage with the Meng family crest.

The carriage swayed gently, blowing the curtains on the side windows. The clamor of the night market is so loud that it makes people want to snoop.

A pair of fleshy hands grabbed the edge of the window, carefully looked at the things outside, and let out a giggle laugh, and the dimples were exposed.

"Brother Lan, why did you run away there? Come back. The woman scooped up the boy's limp body and held it in front of her.

Meng Guanlan was not happy. He can't walk freely now, and he is nested in the small courtyard all day, and he is about to get sick. I finally got to play on the street, but I didn't expect to be blocked. He kicked his calves in protest.

However, Mrs. Meng ignored him. Her mind has already drifted into the distance, and the occasion of the palace banquet is the most prone to accidents, and she will definitely put her son under her nose for a while and protect it well.

At the palace banquet, the ministers and their families sat separately, and the inner palace and the outer court sat separately. In front of her was the lady of the Zuodu Imperial History, and next to the lady stood a boy, about two or three years old.

He pulled his mother's sleeve and pointed to Guanlan in Meng's arms and said, "Mother, brother, that's brother." ”

"You want to play with your brother?" Madame asked with a smile.

Ji Yu nodded. After his mother's consent, he walked up to Meng Guanlan's eyes, took out a small wooden cicada from his pocket, and handed it over.

"Here you go."

"Thank you~Xie" Meng Guanlan, an adult who was in the child's body, thanked him in the spirit of coming and not being rude. This is the first friend I have ever met.

Hearing his son's answer, Meng Shi was pleasantly surprised, with the mother he called when he was half a year old, her acceptance gradually increased. This kid is afraid of early wisdom.

However, she always wanted to hide it, for fear that he would leave her.

"Brother, call brother, brother"

"Brother ~ Brother"

Ji Yu stretched out his arms and took him into his arms. Meng Guanlan's baby fat face was buried in the boy's chest, and it hurt when he moved with the gold thread. The delicate little face was already rubbed red at this time.

The child's pain was not obvious, but it was only after Ji Yu let go for a while that Meng Guanlan slipped out of the corners of his eyes and dripped to the ground, so pitiful.

"Brother, cute" Ji Yu on the side clapped his hands and smiled.

Damn, what kind of fetish does this bear kid have? I love to see people cry.

Meng Guanlan didn't know how pitiful he was at this time, with his slightly red cheeks and the tears that could not fall in his eyes.

Not long after, the emperor, the queen mother and the queen arrived together. There was a moment of silence in the noisy palace.

"Long live the emperor, long live, the queen mother, thousand years old, thousand years old!" All the officials, the children of the clan, the concubines, and the ladies present bowed down together, and the scene was grand.

Even Meng Guanlan was held in his mother's arms, and his head was thrown to the ground. The little guy who stayed at home was frightened, and sitting in the palace was the most noble person in the entire dynasty, and everyone's net worth and life were in his thoughts.

"Flat"

As his mother got up, Meng Guanlan glanced at the people on the high platform intentionally or unintentionally. The man was dressed in a pale yellow brocade robe, and half of his hair was rolled up in a gilded golden crown, with a majestic bearing and indescribable elegance.

Yes, tasteful. Now just after the year of standing, he has a clear and cheerful, handsome appearance, and the law of middle-aged fortune has not yet befallen him. However, he has been in power for several years, and the sharp momentum between his eyebrows is unstoppable, not angry but self-assured.

Although the food at this palace banquet was exquisite, it was a little cold, Meng Guanlan ate a few chopsticks of sauerkraut fish fillet, and squatted next to his mother hastily. The short is not tall, and it is still a little unsatisfactory for a one-year-old child, and a pair of red phoenix eyes are buried between the tables. He simply held the sandalwood table with two small hands, revealing only a pair of eyes, looking for his own brother who had several faces.

Suddenly, his body rose into the air.

Meng Guanlan looked to the right, hey, it wasn't his mother, he was a little panicked. "Good son, go to your aunt."

Aunt?

The maid walked forward with him in her arms and placed him in the arms of a lady. This lady is not low, as can be seen from the glittering Dongzhu on the crown of her hair. Her position is only one step away from the palace, and she is obviously the master of the harem that others dare not mess with.

This aunt is Concubine Rong, the daughter of the eldest princess and the sister of Mrs. Meng, and she has a childhood sweetheart with the emperor.

The delicate woman has not yet controlled the correct posture of holding the child, and Meng Guanlan is lying straight in her arms like that, looking loveless. However, the young lady did not intend to let him go, sometimes scratching the soles of her little feet, sometimes pinching her face. Meng Guanlan dodged left and right, unable to avoid this dense attack, and struggled very violently, but the cheap aunt covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and her shoulders kept shaking.

Hmph, don't think you're covered, I don't know you're laughing!

"That's Meng Qing's second son?" The following movement attracted the emperor's attention.

The cheap aunt sold him cleanly, and she didn't have the slightest weakness to take advantage of others.

"This kid looks very alive and healthy, Meng Qing is blessed. Hold the prince over there, just the fifth and sixth children are playing together. ”

Everyone in the audience sighed for a while, and Meng Yi was urged to pour a few glasses of wine. Between pushing the cup and changing the lamp, after the superficial compliment, there are hidden edges everywhere.

So Meng Guanlan traveled several places to the prince's nest.

The four princes, the fifth prince, and the sixth prince gathered together, head to head, nestled under the table and didn't know what they were doing?

"Your Highnesses, this is the second son of Lord Meng's family."

The three princes looked at this peepie, who was younger than themselves, and quickly accepted him in.

"Brother"

Heh, why didn't he know that this banquet was for him to recognize his brother?

One or two, they all want to be his brother. Meng Guanlan was depressed, none of these princes could be provoked.

The two-year-old sixth prince of the "little brother" spoke up.

Meng Guanlan lifted his eyes speechlessly: Are you serious? Small! Junior! Junior?!

Xiaoliu is now the youngest among the princes. It was because of Meng Guanlan, a child younger than him, that he had a strong curiosity.

The first step to recognize the younger brother, pet, pet fiercely.

He secretly took the osmanthus cake placed under the table, and his eyes were quick, so he stuffed it into Meng Guanlan's small mouth.

Meng Guanlan didn't know why they put the pastry on the ground, so he deeply doubted how clean the pastry was. As a deep cleanliness party, he really can't tolerate this kind of situation.

The soft tongue pressed against the pastry, trying to squeeze him out. However, the strength of a two-year-old child is not what he can resist now.

Sure enough, under the competition between the two, the faint pastry was overwhelmed and turned into powder and fell into his mouth. The moment his mouth touched the pastry powder, his whole body was not good.

With the rapid secretion of saliva, the pastry has a tendency to melt, but I can't vomit. If you spit out, it will be considered a loss of manners, not to mention that it was given by the emperor. Thinking of this, Xiao Guanlan frowned and swallowed quickly, and poured the water cup handed by the fifth prince violently.

Seeing that he successfully ate the pastry, Xiaoliu was very happy, feeding his younger brother was a good errand. Next, Xiao Liu pulled Meng Guanlan into their small camp.

The four of them guarded the half plate of pastries and stuffed them into their mouths in full swing. Meng Guanlan also took two pieces, he didn't taste the taste just now, but now he thinks it is really delicious, it melts in his mouth, his mouth is fragrant, and the leftovers on the table are cold and scorching.

Soon, a plate of pastries bottomed out.

The four of them finally reappeared in front of everyone. The four little boys sat on their backs, smiling contentedly. Among them, the four princes ate the most, and the small ones only left an afterimage in the air. At this time, his little hands were on his abdomen, and there was a hint of arrogance in his eyebrows.

This stack of pastries is a meal that the queen gave to the six princes, and the osmanthus cake is made by the grandmother in the queen's kitchen, which can be called a must. However, the ladies in the harem are not simple, and they have been instructed early not to eat other people's pastries and tea, and several princes can only nest under the table and secretly share food.

With this "exchange", Meng Guanlan also hung up his cards at the prince's place.

After that, every time I entered the palace, if I met a few princes, I could also say a few words. Among them, he is closest to the six princes.