As soon as Qin Yuan arrived at the door of his house, he heard the sound of reading coming from inside the wall.
Qin Yuan's heart moved.
I don’t know what day it is today, but my wife is actually reading!
Qin Yuan listened carefully and heard his wife reciting in a sweet voice.
"The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn."
"Take off your silk robe and board the orchid boat alone."
"Who sent this letter from the clouds?"
"When the wild geese return, the moon is full in the west building."
"Flowers fall and water flows."
"One kind of lovesickness, two kinds of idle worries."
"There's no way to get rid of this feeling. It's just left my brow, but it's still on my mind..."
Qin Yuan suddenly realized, "It turns out to be a poem by Li Qingzhao."
My lady, why did you suddenly start reciting Li Qingzhao's poems?
It would be fine if he could just recite some poetry, but why recite something like this that is full of boudoir grievances?
This made Qin feel very uncomfortable.
Qin Yuan stood at the door, hesitating for a long time, and finally pushed the door open and walked in, praising with his palm: "Good words, good words!"
"Such a wonderful sentence is truly a pearl, and when you recite it in your gentle voice, it is like coughing up pearls and spitting out jade..."
Hearing this, Ming Zhanxue's recitation stopped abruptly. He looked over and said, "Tsk tsk tsk."
"How come Qin the Champion doesn't even know Li Yi'an's lyrics?"
"Could it be that Yi An Jushi's poem touched your heart?"
Qin Yuan touched his head and smiled innocently, "It's all my wife's fault for reciting such a beautiful poem. It was so full of emotion and voice that I was so engrossed in listening that I didn't recognize it as the poem of Yi An Jushi."
Ming Zhanxue changed the subject, raised his eyebrows, and said angrily, "Tell me, are you in love again? Which girl have you taken a fancy to?"
Qin Yuan laughed heartily: "How can I return home if the Xiongnu are not yet destroyed?"
Mingzhan raised his eyebrows and taunted, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I never thought that the top scholar Qin could say such bold words."
Qin Yuan glanced at his wife and chuckled, "Wife, you really don't understand your husband."
"A hero must have great ambitions and good plans!"
"oh?"
Ming Zhanxue smiled slightly, bowed and said:
"I didn't expect that it was the great hero Qin who was here in person, but I was blind and didn't recognize him."
Qin Yuan smiled as he stepped forward, hugged Ming Zhanxue, and said loudly, "Even if he's a hero, he still has to fall into your hands, my lady."
Ming Zhanxue leaned her head on Qin Yuan's shoulder and said in a serious tone, "Since my husband said that I don't know you well enough."
"Then I will get to know my husband!"
"Hmm?" Qin Yuan became interested and asked, "I wonder, my lady, how are you going to find out? Where do you start?"
Ming Zhanxue understood the meaning behind Qin Yuan's words, squinted at him, and said angrily, "You're already an adult, but you still don't behave properly."
"Isn't Sister Murong enough to feed you?"
Qin Yuan curled his lips, "How can little Murong compare to you, my lady?"
"You are truly no match for me!"
Ming Zhanxue chuckled, and her fair smile was like a blooming mountain lily, pure without a trace of impurities.
She rested her head on Qin Yuan's shoulders and asked in a serious tone, "Husband, do you like boys or girls?"
She tilted her face upwards, her moon-like eyes gazing quietly at Qin Yuan.
Qin Yuan also lowered his head and looked at his wife, his deep eyes filled with tenderness, and said with a smile:
"Boys and girls, my husband likes both."
A hint of surprise flashed across Ming Zhanxue's eyes, and then he was filled with relief.
She knew that Qin Yuan would not lie to her. To Qin Yuan, there was definitely no difference between boys and girls.
Qin Yuan gently patted Ming Zhanxue's shoulder and said slowly:
"If it were a girl, she would definitely be as smart and virtuous as my wife."
"If it's a boy, he will definitely be as handsome and good-looking as my wife."
"No matter what, I will definitely be happy and healthy in the future."
"Husband..." Ming Zhanxue called softly.
"What's the matter, my lady?" Qin Yuan said softly.
"Then what are you going to teach them?" Ming Zhanxue's eyes were full of expectations.
"I won't teach you." Qin Yuan smiled faintly.
"You won't teach? My husband is so talented, are you really not going to teach him?" Ming Zhanxue asked puzzled.
"If we don't teach them, our children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Why should we worry about it?" Qin Yuan said with a smile.
What era is this? We are still playing the game of internal competition.
It's a feudal society now, and you still have to let your children work hard and fight for a good future. Isn't it a waste of time as a father?
As the ancestor of the Qin family, he must ensure that his descendants for seven or eight generations will have no worries about food and clothing.
For those who are farther away, I guess they won’t burn paper for themselves during the Qingming Festival. It is normal that they cannot be protected by their ancestors.
Besides, what are you teaching?
Are you going to teach yourself this messy and unsystematic knowledge?
Don't bend this good young man.
It’s better to take it with you to the cemetery.
Come on, if they can learn, then learn. If they can’t, then forget it. It all depends on their own luck.
Thinking of this, Qin Yuan gently stroked Ming Zhanxue's belly and said softly.
"In the blink of an eye, the baby has grown so big."
"In the blink of an eye, I think he'll be following us, calling out to us, 'Daddy, Mommy,' non-stop, right?"
Ming Zhanxue gave him a sidelong glance and giggled, her voice as melodious as the chirping of an oriole.
"I'm only five months pregnant, and you're already thinking about something else."
"Husband, have you even thought of a name for your child?"
"I've really thought it through!"
Qin Yuan nodded and said seriously, "The girl's name is Ming Yaya, and the boy's name is Ming Dazhuang."
Ming Zhanxue chuckled, pursed her lips, and smiled mischievously: "Husband, you are joking again, how can you give it such a name?"
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