"Ahh

A young woman's cry rang out hoarsely, piercing the sky, startling the two big birds that flew through the air and almost landed in the square courtyard with green eaves and red walls.

This is the capital of the Great Liang Dynasty, the evening palace of the inner court of the imperial palace.

Many palace maids with willow thin waists come and go, some hold copper basins, some hold sweat towels, and some simply walk around, looking very busy.

In the house, Fu Feiyan, the queen who had just given birth, was pale and tired on the bed, and the palace maid Xiangling was standing at the head of the bed to wipe away the sweat from her head.

"Niangniang, it's a prince." Xiangling wiped her sweat and happily reported the good news.

Fu Feiyan didn't even have the strength to respond, and only waited quietly for the baby's first cry.

I waited for a long time, but there was no crisp baby cry. She struggled to look up at the end of the bed, only to see the midwife carrying the wrinkled, bruised baby and tapping her fingers across his back. The midwife's brows were furrowed, and her face was full of worry.

"What's wrong?" Fu Feiyan was a little anxious.

She has given birth to two princes before, but unfortunately one fell off the horse and the other fell into the water, and they all died early.

"The little prince refused to cry, and if he didn't care, he immediately cried." The midwife comforted, and I didn't know whether to comfort Fu Feiyan or herself, and the fingers that knocked on her back increased the force slightly.

The baby finally howled perfunctorily. The midwife was relieved: "I cried and cried." ”

Fu Feiyan was still a little worried: "Hold it over and let me see." ”

After the little prince wrapped the swaddling clothes, he was sent to Fu Feiyan. She looked at him with a good eye, his eyes had not yet opened, and his little face was red and wrinkled, but he looked peaceful, as if he also knew that "if he comes, he will be safe".

Fu Feiyan breathed a long sigh of relief, his eyes fell on his ears, and he was slightly stunned.

The ears of ordinary people are about a semicircle, and the pinna is almost always an arc. The tip of the little prince's ears has a slightly raised tip, like a heavy pinch when making dumplings, and accidentally pinched the dumplings in the north into a small long bao in the south, and like a little beast that left a little tip of the ear when it became a human without covering it.

She quickly looked at his other ear, which was symmetrical.

She looked at it several times, and muttered in her heart, it can't be a little beast reincarnated and lucky to become a prince, right?

Xiangling saw the sadness between her eyebrows, and comforted after asking the reason: "The little prince was born with a compelling aura, how could he be transferred from the animal road?" According to the slave maid, the little prince is a person blessed by God, and he is different. ”

Although it doesn't make much sense, I believe it.

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There are all kinds of nurses and grandmothers in the Wanqing Palace, and the little prince is taken care of properly, and when she has nothing to do, she lies on Fu Feiyan's side so that she can see him at any time.

The palace people all said that the little prince was very easy to bring, no matter when he didn't cry or make trouble, occasionally if he urinated or was hungry, he just raised his hands and feet, and if no one noticed it, he just reminded him, very sensible.

At this time, the little prince was lying on the inside of Fu Feiyan's bed, with his eyes open, quietly looking at the top of the bed. His skin was stretched, white and tender, and his eyes were large and dark, and they were very good-looking. Fu Feiyan looked at him sideways, and the more she looked at him, the happier she became.

The little prince seemed to notice her gaze, turned his face to look at her, his clear gaze fell on her face and looked at her carefully, and at the end, he smiled at her, as if to declare: I want you to be my mother.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Fu Feiyan whispered, and when she looked back, no one seemed to care, so she took the little prince's hand and put it under her nose to sniff.

The little prince's hand still has a good smell of milk, soft and full in his hand, delicate and powerful, Fu Feiyan can't help but bite it, the taste is very good, like a tendonous palace beef meatball, so she can't help but take three mouths. The little prince patiently followed her bite, at most glancing at her helplessly.

"Niangniang, the Holy Lord's name for His Highness has been sent." Xiangling walked in with a tray.

Fu Feiyan picked up a piece of silk paper as thin and delicate as snow from the tray, and wrote three words on it: Xuan Liuyao.

According to the order of birth, the little prince ranks sixth, and it is understandable that there is a "six" character. It's just that this "Yao", although it looks at the artistic conception is gentle and far-reaching, but it seems to have some bad luck, "Yao", that is, "far", seems to indicate that the child will not be around in the future.

However, the prince who is not by his side, that is, he can't be the emperor, he is the queen, and now he is his only son, he is not the emperor, who should be?

Could it be the son of the imperial concubine Mei Ziqing?

She has three sons, all of whom are alive, and it is very likely that she is "the eldest brother and the throne". Fu Feiyan frowned, if his first two sons hadn't died young, it would not be the turn of others to talk about "long" or "grand".

I don't know if the saint gave the little prince this name, was it unintentional or intentional?

Fu Feiyan pondered the paper, almost grinding the silk paper as thin as a cicada's wings, and then gently put it back on the tray: "Okay." I know. ”

Xiangling didn't know why the mother was unhappy, and she didn't dare to talk more, so she owed slightly and walked away with the tray.

Fu Feiyan turned over a little depressed, and it was another one.

The little prince, who is only more than a month old, should now be called Xuan Liuyao, and he is lying on his back. It's nothing, it's just that his right hand, with his thumb against the pads of each finger, circles in the first three circles and three times back, is coiling up, like a fortune teller of Shinto.

Matching his fingers, there are also his slightly trembling pupils, and even his lips, which are no bigger than a cherry, are also moving. As if he hadn't calculated a good outcome, he frowned and let out a long breath, a hint of confusion and worry flashing in his eyes.

After a while, he came back to his senses, looked sideways at Fu Feiyan, and found that she was looking at him with wide eyes and amazement. As if he had been caught doing something bad, he smiled at her in disguise, raised his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, and turned into an ignorant baby again.

Xuan Liuyao is weak heart, he was still an immortal in the realm ten months ago, and now he has become an incompetent little baby who needs to be taken care of by others and can only drink milk and. Although he has experienced more than 20 lifetimes, it is the first time that he has been reincarnated with memories. He didn't know anyone here, even the queen in front of him, who was about thirty years old and beautiful-looking, and he couldn't remember any past life bonds with her.

Originally, the previous life was his last life, and he had emptied the grievances between reincarnation, and the revenge of revenge and the repayment of kindness were like doing business, and the goods and silver were both in arrears, and he could go wherever he wanted. He went to Lingtai Mountain in the fairy world to be an immortal, but found that he was still close to cultivation, and this life was an extra gift, full of new and fresh people and things, fresher than the lotus root pulled from the bottom of the West Lake.

However, when he entered the WTO, he still brought one who was familiar, that is, Linghu. He was just counting the information about its birth, but when he counted it, it was empty, and there was no information about it at all. Didn't it follow?

In this way, in the great world, is he going to be alone?

He wanted to cry.

"Wow ---"

A loud baby cry frightened Fu Feiyan and almost jumped out of bed. She was a little panicked, this son, who was quiet on weekdays, hadn't cried for a month or two, and suddenly started crying like this, which seemed very abrupt and strange. It also attracted the palace people to run in to see the surprise: "Hey, the little prince is crying?" ”

What's so strange about babies crying, it's rare not to cry. Fu Feiyan laughed and laughed, looked back at her son who was crying and dancing in the bed, and remembered that she was his loving mother, hugged Xuan Liuyao and shook it gently: "Good son doesn't cry, is he hungry?" This will give you breastfeeding. ”

Xuan Liuyao's crying stopped abruptly, he simply wanted to cry. What is there to taste in milk, he wants to drink.

When he wanted to drink, he didn't drink alcohol, he didn't even have a sip of rice wine, at most only rice cereal. He can only honestly drink milk, eat rice cereal puree, rice, vegetables, and meat...... An An grew up little by little. He is like an ordinary baby, turning over when it's time to roll over, and walking when it's time to walk. almost didn't cry or make trouble, which made Fu Feiyan extra worry-free.

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When he was two years old, there was a big bowl of hot noodles for dinner in the Wanqing Palace, the milky white soup drowned out the slender noodles, and a few green celery leaves were sprinkled on top, which looked very tempting. Fu Feiyan put a small bowl in front of Xuan Liuyao, he can already make chopsticks by himself, although it makes it a little awkward, after all, his hands are still small, so he can eat by himself.

He didn't think there was anything special about this bowl of noodles at first, he picked a few and sent them to his mouth, the soup was fresh and sweet, like a soup made with wild crucian carp in a gentle river, the noodles were glutenous, it should be the best flour and sweet spring water stirred into a ball and smashed hundreds of times before it was carefully pressed and cut out, and it was sprinkled with fine salt to enhance the freshness and flavor.

If you want to be born in the court in the next life, there are still other benefits, and what you eat, wear, and use is fine and soft to fill people's desires, like a frog in warm water, as long as you enjoy it.

Fu Feiyan put down her chopsticks, looked at him and sighed.

Xuan Liuyao chewed the noodles in his mouth and looked up at her.

Fu Feiyan is in her early Chinese New Year's Eve, except for a little fine line at the corner of her eyes, her skin is still smooth and bright, and the corners of her eyes are affectionate, only her lips are slightly thinner, but her lips are smooth, still like a bright plum blossom. It's just that he hasn't been very favored in recent years, at least not as favored by the imperial concubine Mei Ziqing, and the corners of his mouth sometimes droop unintentionally, showing a little bit of the old meaning of pearl aging.

She was looking Xuan Liuyao up and down melancholy at this time, with a sad face on her face. This made Xuan Liuyao a little dazed, in the past two years, he has been so well-behaved that he can't be more well-behaved, and he has looked in the mirror, and he looks quite bright, white, tender and lovely, I don't know what else makes her dissatisfied?

"Liuyao, you are also two years old today, why can't you speak?" Presumably, Fu Feiyan has been muttering these words in her stomach for a long time.

It turns out that because of this, this noodle is still a bowl of longevity noodles.

Xuan Liuyao lowered his eyes and continued to eat noodles, he himself didn't know how old he was, anyway, he would do something in what month his body and limbs arrived, but he was afraid that he would scare everyone if he said it early, and he was annoyed that others would talk to him, so he never spoke, anyway, he didn't need to ask for someone to do everything for him in life.

It made Fu Feiyan worried.

Now that she is two years old, it is time to speak, otherwise I am afraid that she will be nagging with herself like this every day.

Xuan Liuyao was unhurriedly sending noodles to his mouth, while thinking about what opportunity to speak, so that it didn't seem so sudden. It's best that after he speaks, Fu Feiyan won't shout in surprise, and then provoke a large number of people to gather around to congratulate the little prince on speaking. With his quiet and quiet nature, he did not like it.

He had been secretly pinching his fingers for two years, and he hadn't pinched the news of Linghu's entry into the world, thinking about it, it was either delayed on the way to reincarnation, or crawled back to the Lingfu Palace from the Fallen Immortal Pool, presumably at this time it was sleeping in the nest at the foot of Lingfu Mountain, or, while he was away, it was lying on his jade bed.

It's boring. He felt lost and lonely.

Lonely people are unwilling to pay attention to and respond to others.