That night, the people of the Eastern Suburbs and the poor men and craftsmen who managed the poor men and craftsmen were rarely fortunate to see a young man from Chu born in his life. They were wearing clothes, lanterns, and touching the night road, and bringing the best food and clothing that each family made themselves...

Although the Eastern Suburbs are not as luxurious as the Eastern Palace or even the Phoenix Palace, they are all available, and there are no expensive auspicious gold items that can be used for newborn babies.

But everything is very attentive.

Even with the characteristics of the Eastern Suburbs.

There are embroidery items woven from mulberry silk specially cultivated by Dongjiao to improved looms, embroidered with totem phoenixes from Chu State, colorful colors, small wooden swords, small bows and arrows, small water wheels, small puppets and other small objects. Even the milk that the cows raised in Dongjiao were just squeezed in barrels...

In particular, there is a two-wheeled bronze dove cart for children to learn to learn to go to the ground. The bronze dove bird has two wheels under it. Children can push them around, and even the four-year-old Cheng Fei is rushing to play.

Cheng Qingqing looked very curious.

Afterwards, she asked her brother how he did this.

Cheng Jia only said that it was a thing that Gongshu made in his spare time.

Although Cheng Jia's private residence is not big, it is rarely warm and exquisite.

After giving birth, Mi Huang was sent back to the room last time by the doctor. The faint smoke rose gracefully from the incense burner with bamboo-shaped phoenixes, which set off the entire pavilion, which was particularly quiet and quiet. The woman lay on the heavy curtained wooden bed, covered with a brocade quilt, her Emei frowned slightly, and her eyes were closed because the anesthetic effect had not returned to her drowsiness.

The purple bamboos in the courtyard were rustling and the people outside the courtyard brought their own specialty handicrafts to surround Cheng Jia and Su Cong, clamoring...

It seemed to disturb her short dream.

Su Cong asked Cheng Jia first to go in, and he and Jing'an were outside to deal with the enthusiastic villagers.

"Everyone is quiet..."

"The adults and the grand girl know what everyone wants, but the grand girl just gave birth to a young man and still needs to recuperate!"

Su Cong stood at the door and raised his hand and said, "If you have anything you want to give to the grand girl and the young master, I will give it to me first. Su Congbucai, as the representative of the Eastern Suburbs, will help you all transfer it to the young master together."

...

In the room, the old doctor was sleeping on a small couch and clothes. The child was lying in his arms. On the round table, there was a small copper stove warming a bowl of milk through the water, emitting a faint heat.

The child wrapped in a quilt in the cradle, staring at the bowl with a pair of shiny black eyes, and his pink mouth was opened. When Cheng Xian'er scooped up a spoon from the bowl and handed it to his mouth, he stuck out his tongue and licked it lightly, then held her fingers and sucked it constantly.

A red face.

Like a red monkey, adorable.

After drinking the milk, his little hands grabbed the spoon that Cheng Xian'er had brought to his mouth strongly and refused to let go. He was so happy that he saw this. Cheng Qingqing snatched the spoon from his hand, picked him up and walked back and forth and teased him frequently as a novel thing.

But the little thing whose beloved spoon was taken away was yelling "ahhh" and his eyes turned red if he didn't give it to him, and he cried as soon as he said he could cry.

The crying sounded so sad.

"Okay, don't cry... I won't snatch it with you, I'll play with you!"

Cheng Qingqing was glared at by Cheng Xian'er, and stuck out her tongue. She looked at Mi Zhuang, who was staring at her with red and painful little eyes, and was in a good manner to admit her mistake and handed the spoon in her hand back to him. He immediately burst into tears and laughed, "You little liar, pretend to cry."

The two of them stared at each other with big eyes.

Mi Zhuang's "Princess" smiled.

Cheng Qingqing angrily pinched his red and wrinkled little face and said disgusted, "Why are you so ugly?... It is said that Brother Ziyan is so beautiful, why is the child ugly when he is born, like a little old man... You won't be able to marry a wife like Brother Gongshu in the future..."

He stretched out his finger and wanted to poke his little face, but Cheng Xian'er raised his hand and stopped him, "The child's face cannot be touched casually! If you are not careful, you may leave a red mark."

Cheng Xian'er stared at Cheng Qingqing, who was ignorant of importance, stepped forward and hugged the child, and then put it back to the cradle under the guidance of Aunt Li, allowing him to sleep.

"mean!"

Cheng Qingqing snorted lightly.

"Miss Four, the child is like this when he was born... My youngest son is only half a year old, and he was like this when he was just born. When he was a little older, the young master must be so sensual..." Aunt Li explained with a smile and teased the little quilt for Mi Zhuang.

At this time, Cheng Jia's notice sounded outside the door, "Can I come in?"

"Mr. Ling Yin?"

"The girl has already rested!"

Aunt Li lifted the curtain and showed him coming in. She saw Cheng Jia wrapped in a thick cloak and holding a hot soup girl in her arms.

The man who is usually decisive seems to be taking every step tonight with great caution.

Very light, extremely slow, landing silently, and even raised their middle fingers at them.

"It's midnight. If you have anything to do, just ask someone to give me a message. Why do you have to work hard to run this time?" Aunt Li looked at him and asked in a low voice.

Finally getting rid of the enthusiastic villagers, Cheng Jia stepped forward and looked around. Seeing that the bed curtains inside were tightly falling and the windows were closed well, without a trace of wind in, he turned around and walked to a round stool beside the warm couch, sat down, took Aunt Li's millet porridge, took a few sips to warm her empty stomach.

Cheng Xian'er also looked at him and asked in a low voice, "Didn't it mean that the situation in the capital is unclear now and there are many things to be arranged, why are you back? Here are us and Aunt Li here..."

"The doctor did not say that the child had a premature birth, but was still worse than those who were full-term children, so I gave him another soup to see if he was fine."

Cheng Jia looked at the little thing in the cradle that was not noisy or quarrel, and saw him sitting next to him in a cold air, looking at him with big black eyes open, as if because of his arrival, the small eyebrows similar to Ruo Ao Ziyan frowned, and he chuckled and shook his head.

There are no insulated boxes in this era.

Then there is only way to find a way to keep it artificially.

He put the Tom in his arms in the cradle to keep warm, and ordered Aunt Li to always pay attention to the child's temperature, not to be too low or too high. Cheng Jia explained: "This child should catch a cold and shocking wind carefully, and you should take care of him carefully in the future!"

Aunt Li and a few women nodded after hearing this, "Sir, don't worry, we will definitely do our best to take good care of the young master!"

Everyone was nervously looking at the children in the cradle.

Cheng Xian'er curled her lips slightly, feeling like she was instantly out of favor. Cheng Feiyeba looked up at the cradle and asked her, "Auntie, is he a younger brother?"

“…It’s right!”

"What does it mean?" Cheng Fei looked up.

"He will go to school with you and teach with the Grand Master in the future, so he is your junior brother!"

"Junior brother?"

"Um!"

"Then you must take your brother with you in the future!"

Cheng Fei looked at Mi Zhuang with bright eyes and nodded vigorously.

Cheng Jia saw Mi Zhuang sleeping quietly, and could hear the people inside breathing smoothly through the window curtain. After explaining a few more words, he left the door.

When he walked into the yard, he finally frowned, and helped the wound on his back. It was itchy and painful, but he only tightened the cloak on his body. He did not wake up the old man who had just fallen asleep for the middle of the night. He went back to the house to start the arrangement of the Chu-Jin battle to deliver food.

Through the inner room of the heavy curtain, the woman heard the voice of the outer room and opened her eyes silently. Her pair of wild eyes quietly looked at the dark heavy curtain tent, and soft reminders came from her ears.

That familiar tone.

It's as tender as ten years ago.

In an instant, my heart twitched slightly.

I wanted to open the curtain to see the birth child, but my hands were huddled in the quilt, and finally I just touched the wound on my stomach and closed my eyes after a long time.
Chapter completed!