Chapter 459 Chang Qiu Luan 2
(Note: The characters in this article are based on their appearances in film and television dramas, including Zhu Biao's limp. Professional history enthusiasts, please read with caution.)
"Bullshit! A little kid the size of a palm can actually spit at her father?"
Chang Yuchun walked over in three or two steps, picked up his daughter from the woman's arms, and held her in front of him like the baboon Rafiki holding Simba, with his sword-like eyebrows raised and his eyes wide open, almost stopping the child's night crying.
Unfortunately, this trick that always worked failed on his own daughter. The little ball of flesh, only half the size of his arm, was fragrant and soft. Even when he held it under his armpit, she didn't react. She just slumped between his hands and kept shouting at his handsome face:
"Pfft, pfft, pfft... ah."
Chang Yuchun stared blankly at his wet sleeves. His meeting with his first child ended in tragedy at the cost of losing a cotton robe.
"You have a bad temper. Okay, just like my kid!"
Chang Yuchun was not angry but happy. He changed his clothes and held his daughter in one hand. He smiled at Lan who was lying on the bed and said, "This is good. When she grows up and gets married, she won't suffer any loss."
"What are you talking about? He's not even half the size of your arm, and you're already worrying about the girl getting married."
"You don't know, my daughter and the Marshal's son were born at the same time. The Marshal has already agreed with me that our two families will also have a baby marriage."
When Chang Yuchun said this, he met his daughter's round eyes. The child, who was only a little bit old, had white and tender skin after being raised for two months, and there were two lumps of soft flesh on her cheeks, which made his fingers itch. He pinched it with his index finger and thumb, and it felt very good.
"But since he is assigned to the boy from the marshal's family, he should have a decent name. Ahem...Qiuluan, Chang Qiuluan, how about this name?" Chang Yuchun said the name casually.
When Mrs. Lan heard her husband ask, she was a little flustered at first, but after a while she said, "... Listen, it sounds quite pleasant. Is there any special meaning behind this name?"
Chang Yuchun couldn't help but tease: "What's so special about it? You can't even understand it when I tell you? You can't even read a single word."
"Don't look down on me. I've learned a lot of characters from you these days. I can even write my own name!"
"Hey, you have a name?"
Lan rolled her eyes and said, "Why, only you men are allowed to choose one for yourselves, but I can't choose one for myself too?"
"Okay, so what did you name yourself?"
"Lan Bao! The 'bao' of 'zhenbao'!" Lan Bao was a little embarrassed at first, but was irritated by her husband's indifferent attitude. She stared at him with her almond-shaped eyes and said her name. Her expression was quite threatening, as if she would pounce on Chang Yuchun and teach him a lesson if they disagreed.
The man swallowed the sarcasm in his mouth and handed the child to her with a calm expression. "You have a good name. I'm hungry. I'll go find some hot food first."
Lan Bao didn't bother to look at him and took the child. After the person left the house, she realized that he hadn't yet told her whether there was any meaning behind the name he gave his daughter.
"Chang Qiuluan...Qiuluan...you know what, it sounds pretty nice when you say it." The woman held the child in her arms. She felt that her daughter was getting more and more beautiful the more she looked at her. It seemed like she could never see enough of her daughter, and she soon forgot about her husband.
When she remembered this again, her husband had already run away with the marshal and no one knew where he was.
Three years into the Song Longfeng era, it was already late autumn. Wearing a cotton-padded jacket and a tiger-head hat, Chang Qiuluan, held by her elderly mother, stood in a prime position, counting on her fingers in boredom.
"Hurry, Jiuniang, look, that's our master!"
Just when she was bored and was considering whether to bite her fingers, she finally heard Mother Zhao's exclamation.
Chang Qiuluan, nicknamed Jiuniang, a four-year-old girl, raised her neck and glanced over there. She only saw Zhu Yuanzhang, the leader, riding on a huge horse, followed by his generals.
This time, they successfully conquered the area around Yingtian in just one year, establishing outposts and defense lines for outward attacks. The passive situation of being surrounded by enemies also changed significantly in this year.
Zhu Yuanzhang was riding on his horse, but his mind was still racing. Sometimes he thought that the western defense line should be able to block Zhang Shicheng's westward invasion, and sometimes he thought that Xu Shouhui had a large number of troops stationed in Ningguo and Huizhou, so he could use defense as offense.
But these are only temporary. If he wants to truly resolve the crisis, he must continue to fight and expand his territory until...
Zhu Yuanzhang's gaze casually crossed his path, and unexpectedly, his eyes met those of a child. The child was truly beautiful and courageous, and even when he looked at her like that, she gave him a broad smile. He couldn't help but feel happy, a sense of pride in his own feelings, believing that even children liked him.
After returning to the Marshal's Mansion, Zhu Yuanzhang temporarily put aside his military affairs, and couldn't wait to go to the backyard and picked up his fat son whom he hadn't seen for nearly a year.
Zhu Biao looked at him blankly. Although he felt unfamiliar, he was calm by nature and did not cry or make a fuss. He even adjusted his sitting position in his arms and continued to play with the beads in his hand.
"Thank you for your hard work at home during the days I was away."
Zhu Yuanzhang held his son in his arms and smiled as he took the hand of his wife who came out to greet him. The family walked into the house happily.
On the other side, Chang Yuchun, who had already seen his daughter, also hurried back anxiously. As soon as he stepped through the door, he heard a clear and loud voice: "Daddy!"
"Hey! Our Jiuer still remembers daddy?" Chang Yuchun was so happy that his eyes were beaming with joy. He picked up his daughter and rubbed her with his beard.
Chang Qiuluan rolled around hurriedly, but even though she was very strong, she still couldn't escape from her opponent. She was so angry that she turned her head away and refused to shout again.
Standing in the yard, Lan Bao saw her daughter's rosy face and her husband's naughty smile from afar, and she knew that he had not pressed the fart properly.
"What's going on?"
As Lan walked down the stairs and stretched out her hand, she heard her daughter call out "Mom" softly. She immediately hugged her in her arms and coaxed her like her own daughter.
"Mother, he stabbed me with his beard!"
Chang Qiuluan stretched out his face and saw, as expected, several red marks on it. Furious, Lan reached out and punched Chang Yuchun's rock-hard shoulders twice.
Chang Yuchun smiled awkwardly twice, quickly reached into his arms and took out a small cloth bag. When he opened it, he found a small safety lock inside.
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