Qiguo, the country name Qiyuan, from 456, the war between Qiguo and the frontier tribes in the next three years was in dire straits.

It wasn't until three years later that the war subsided, and the general of Hanfu, who led the battle, received the greatest commendation from the Emperor of the Curtain and became the object of pursuit in the entire capital.

Whether it is an official in the court or a common people, they all regard Han Yanwu, the general of the Han Mansion, as the god of war in their hearts.

Although Han Yanwu is a martial artist, he also knows that he is very low-key, and he is very low-key, and it happened to be the day when Han Yanwu's wife Huang was about to give birth, and Han Yanwu also asked for leave under the pretext of being like a saint.

is so well aware of things and knows how to avoid suspicion, the saint is not mediocre, and he agreed with a wave of his hand.

In the Han Mansion, Mrs. Han, who has a big belly, is sitting in the gazebo in the garden embroidering, her face full of joy of becoming a mother.

Although she already has a son, Mrs. Han is still happy about her upcoming life.

It was the season of winter to spring, and although it was still a little cold, the flowers in the garden were about to bloom, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air.

In the distance, a round head was hiding behind the stone door and secretly looking at the mirror image here, his dark round eyes were full of agility, biting his fingers, as if he was struggling with something.

Although the action was not loud, it was still noticed by Mrs. Han, put down the work in her hand, and waved her hand to beckon people over, "Yu has something to do, why can't you just hide there?" ”

"Mother," but the five or six-year-old child called out and wanted to calm Hanfu Rao's arms, but he thought of something and stopped halfway.

looked at Mrs. Han's bulging belly, and there was still some resentment in her eyes, "Mother, my father won't let me get close to you, I'm clumsy, and I'll be a sister." ”

In the capital, it is always known that in addition to being brave and good at fighting, General Han also has a wife who loves him, has never taken a concubine, and now has only one son, Han Yu.

Seeing that her son was still a little resentful, Mrs. Han was also amused, and stretched out her hand to pull the person into her arms, "Don't listen to your father, how did he know that it was his sister, what if it was a younger brother?" ”

With Wen Xiang in her arms, Han Yu stretched out his hand and grabbed Han Furao's clothes with some difficulty, and raised his head, "Dad, I'm too naughty, it's good to have a sister, he likes his daughter." ”

"Mother, doesn't Dad like Yu?" Han Yu's eyes were already filled with a little loss, and he seemed to be filled with tears.

Mrs. Han shook her head and reached out to caress Han Yu's head, "Why doesn't your father like you anymore, he just doesn't want to." ”

is still five or six years old, and it is the easiest to be coaxed, and Han Furao resolved the doubts and worries in Han Yu's heart with a few words.

There was also the sound of Han Yu talking non-stop in his ears, but Han Furao's thoughts drifted a little away, as if talking to himself, "If it's really a daughter, that's excellent." ”

"Mother, what are you?" Han Yu looked at a pair of big eyes in confusion.

Mrs. Han hurriedly came back to her senses, afraid that her son would be too careful, and explained, "It's nothing, it's just that the wind is a little strong here, so my mother will take you back to the house to play." ”

"Okay," Han Yuhuan happily took Han Fu and went back.

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