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In just a few hours, the matter of the wives and concubines fighting in the Dewang Mansion was known to all the provinces, and Yan Hagi wrote a letter to the county lord of Heyi; The lord of Heyi once said, "I am happy to know that she is not doing well." ”

can let the county lord of Heyi, who has never hold grudges, say such things, it can be seen that Lu Xiuqun must have done something very excessive; In this case, of course, Yan Hagi had to use Lu Xiuqun's tragic situation to make the county lord of Heyi happy.

April turned the page in this way, and on the first day of the fifth month, Yan Hagi asked the kitchen to buy glutinous rice, dumpling leaves, and fresh meat. Zhuo'er saw it, staggered over, pointed to the meat in the bowl, and then patted her small breast, "Meat, Zhuo'er, eat." ”

"Okay, give the meat to Zhuo'er." Yan Hagi smiled.

"Mother, eat." Zhuo'er is still very filial.

Yan Hagi squatted down and kissed him, "Okay, my mother will eat it too." ”

Wrapped more than 300 zongzi, divided into two pots and boiled out, the Yan family's old house sent fifteen sweet zongzi, fifteen salty zongzi, fifteen meat zongzi, and the number of zongzi sent to Rongwang's mansion was the same as all kinds; gave 12 sweet, salty, and meat dumplings to his mother's family; The Yan family's second, third, and fifth rooms, Dongning County Palace, British Mansion, Baojia sweet, salty, and meat dumplings are ten each. Zongzi was sent over, and each family also had a return gift. In addition to returning zongzi, Rongwangfu also returned two jars of wine.

"Eat, eat, Zhuo'er." Zhuo'er watched him peel the dumplings, and his saliva flowed.

Yan Hagi peeled a meat dumpling and fed it to his son, who was like a mother, and they all loved meat, "Is it delicious?" ”

Zhuo'er smacked her lips, "Mother, ah." "You want to eat, feed it.

"Don't worry, you take a bite and I'll take a bite." Yan Hagi fed a big mouthful to herself, and she could make Zhuo'er eat five bites with this mouthful.

Zhuo'er is still young, I don't know if his mother is playing such a trick, anyway, I just have to eat.

In the afternoon, Chun Gong was wrapped into small rice dumplings with five-colored silk threads and hung at the head of Zhuo'er's bed. According to the custom, Yan Hao used five-colored threads to weave a long-lived thread and put it on Zhuo'er's wrist.

In the evening, Fu Zhixing came back, and Zhuo'er showed off to him, "Mother, Zhuo'er." ”

"My mother made it up for Zhuo'er." Fu Zhixing wisely understood what his son meant, and then looked up at Yan Hao faintly, why didn't he?

"I made it up for you, do you want to wear it?" Yan Hagi was glad that he had made up an extra piece in the afternoon, which he could use to coax this jealous old man.

"You put it on for me." The corners of Fu Zhixing's lips raised slightly.

Yan Hao hurriedly took out the longevity thread from the embroidery tape and put it on for him, but even if she contributed the longevity thread, when she got to bed, she was still gnawed by Fu Zhixing.

The next day, Yan Hagi slept until the hour was just getting up, the sun shone in through the open window, and the bright hall was bright, the man who pestered her for half the night last night had already gone to the yamen, and the son was carried to Zhengde Hall by the nurse.

After Yan Hao freshened up, after breakfast, he raised his hand to look at the five-colored longevity wisp, and went to Zhengde Hall with a smile. When I walked outside the door, I listened to Han teaching Zhuo'er to recite the poem, "Looking at the lake sky, looking at the lake sky, the drums and noises in the depths of the green poplars." Fortunately, every year in February and March, the lake is lined with boating every day. ”

Zhuo'er is very smart, but after all, he is only more than one year old and two months old, and he can only go out word by word, and he can't say such a long sentence; Han worked hard for a long time, and Zhuo'er learned, "Look, boat." ”

But just like that, Han was also happy, and praised vigorously, "Zhuo'er is so smart and can recite poems." ”

The corners of Yan Hao's mouth twitched slightly, and the twenty-seven words of the poem said the first word and the last word, which is called being able to memorize poems? Well, and the old grandmother who dotes on her grandson, there is no reason to talk about it. Yan Hagi didn't bother to do that, just listened to Han's praise of her grandson in the sky and nothing on the earth.

On the fifth day of the fifth month of May, calamus and mugwort leaves are hung in the yard, and realgar powder is sprinkled on the corners. Yan Hagi held the realgar wine in one hand and the brush in the other, "Zhuo'er, my mother will draw the king character for you and be a little tiger." ”

"Stinks." Zhuo'er didn't like to smell the smell of realgar, covered her little nose, frowned, and looked disgusted.

"It doesn't stink, it's a medicinal fragrance. Well, come here, my mother will write a word. Yan Hagi dragged Zhuo'er over, held him down, picked up a brush and dipped the wine in the wine and wrote the word "Wang" on his forehead.

"Mother, bad, bad." Zhuo'er opened her mouth to cry, Zhuo'er was like Fu Zhixing, a little clean.

"Don't cry, my mother will help you write because she likes you." Yan Hagi kissed him, "Mother's Zhuo'er is the most well-behaved." ”

Zhuo'er was comforted by the kiss and giggled.

was teasing his son, Fu Zhixing came in, and Zhuo'er immediately stretched out her chubby little arm, "Daddy, hug." ”

When Fu Zhixing hugged his son, he also pecked Yan Hao's lips lightly by the way.

Zhuo'er was too young, so the family didn't go to see the dragon boat race, so they invited a small juggling team into the house and enjoyed a day at home.

As soon as the Dragon Boat Festival passed, the weather became hot, and the eldest princess of Chengyang asked: "Xiaoxiao, do you want to go to Zhuangzi in the suburbs to escape the heat?" ”

"No, no." Fu Zhixing spoke first, and frowned coldly at his grandmother who wanted to kidnap his daughter-in-law. During the day, he is in the Yamen, and he can only see his wife and son at night, what will he do if he goes to the suburbs?

The eldest princess of Chengyang glanced at him, "I didn't ask you, I asked Xiaoxiao." ”

Fu Zhixing looked at Yan Hao, Yan Hao pulled the corners of his mouth and said with a smile under his gaze: "Grandmother, it's not hot in the house, it's quite cool." ”

"Xiaoxiao!" The eldest princess of Chengyang intends to persuade her granddaughter-in-law.

"Grandmother, it's getting late, it's time for you to go back to the princess's mansion." Fu Zhixing said, took Yan Hao's hand and left, completely ignoring that his son was still sitting in Han's arms eating egg custard.

The eldest princess of Chengyang looked at the sun hanging high in the sky outside, is it too early?

Back at Pupan Courtyard, Fu Zhixing sat on the couch with Yan Hagi in his arms, "Did you want to promise your grandmother to go to Zhuangzi in the suburbs just now?" ”

"Nope." Yan Hao resolutely refused to admit it, "I want to accompany you at home, I can't bear you." ”

In order to show his sincerity, Yan Hagi held Fu Zhixing's face and kissed him.

What should a wife take the initiative?

Of course, it is mainly anti-customer.

When Yan Hagi woke up, the light was dim.

It's dark!

Yan Hagi stood up, and as soon as she moved, Fu Zhixing woke up, "Xiaoxiao." ”

"What time is it?" Yan Hagi wanted to crawl over Fu Zhixing, but was hugged by Fu Zhixing, "Don't make trouble." ”

"No trouble." Fu Zhixing pulled her loose hair behind her ears, "It's just past the end of the day." ”

戌時時正!

It's the middle of the day, woohoo, they haven't even missed dinner.

Yan Hagi rolled down from Fu Zhixing's body, lay back in his place, pulled the thin blanket up, covered his face, and said in a muffled voice: "I don't have the face to see people." ”

"Our husband and wife are affectionate, and the elders are happy to see it." Fu Zhixing didn't feel shy at all.

Yan Hagi hummed and chirped.

"Don't cover your head, it'll get stuffy." Fu Zhixing pulled down the thin blanket, "Do you want to have dinner?" ”

"Is it dinner? It's a late-night supper. Yan Hagi said angrily.

The couple got up and had what could be called a supper. After filling his stomach, Yan Hagi remembered, "What about my son?" ”

"Today he slept with his mother." The corners of Fu Zhixing's lips rose, it was really good that there was no stinky boy to disturb.