Chapter 103 Boy's Urine
Cao Cao lifted me onto his horse, held me close to his chest, spurred the horse, and we sped out of the woods, leaving the old woman far behind.
Zhao'er followed on horseback without saying a word.
Holding the steamed bun, I leaned against Cao Cao's chest and felt a wave of dizziness.
"You're tired, take a nap. We'll be back in Guandu soon." Cao Cao's voice came from beside me, carrying a hint of coaxing.
Unconsciously drawn by the sound, I closed my eyes and was plunged into darkness, completely unaware that I had unwittingly walked into a trap.
"Pei'er? Prime Minister... how did you find her?" a surprised voice asked.
"Wow! Who is this little baby?!"
"Medic, come and see her," came Cao Cao's voice.
"Yes." A calm, even voice replied.
In the darkness, I opened my eyes with some difficulty. The bright light pierced my eyes, and I closed them uncomfortably. When I opened them again, the first thing that caught my eye was Zhao'er's slightly red eyes.
"Zhao'er?" I asked, my voice still a little hoarse.
“Sister…” Zhao’er looked at me and bit her lip slightly, “…you’re awake.”
"What's wrong?" I asked softly when I saw him hesitate.
"Sister really likes steamed buns, doesn't she?" Zhao'er looked at me and asked.
"Mmm!" I can't help but smile when I think of steamed buns.
"Yes, Zhao'er will like it very much, very much..." Zhao'er smiled faintly.
I raised my eyebrows slightly, then laboriously raised my hand to touch his head.
Zhao'er obediently lowered his head so that I could reach him.
I gently tapped his forehead and chuckled, "You're not jealous of the steamed bun, are you?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao'er blushed immediately, "I didn't."
I squinted at him and smiled.
Zhao'er looked around awkwardly, "I...I..."
"Haha, you're Baozi's older brother, how can you be jealous of your younger brother?" I laughed.
"No way!" Zhao'er quickly said, "You're my older sister, how could Baozi be my younger brother!"
"Uh..." I paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "Then I'll call you uncle, okay? Little uncle?"
Zhao'er pursed her lips, indicating her agreement.
"Where's Baozi?" After talking for so long, I looked around and realized that Baozi wasn't beside me.
“Outside.” Zhao’er pointed to the outside of the camp.
I looked around and belatedly realized that I was already in the tent. I moved and tried to get out of bed.
"Sister, you're not well yet, the army doctor said you can't get out of bed." Zhao'er quickly stopped me and hurriedly lifted the tent flap so I could see the situation outside.
Outside the tent, steamed buns were being passed around among the soldiers, each with a beaming smile. As I watched, a young soldier carefully received a bun.
"So small! He's so small! His body is so soft... Wow! He's smiling! He's smiling at me!" Holding the steamed bun, he smiled foolishly, his face full of incredible surprise.
"Give me a hug!"
"Give me a hug!"
"Haha, this little thing smiles at everyone!"
"She's so pretty! Is she a girl?" a middle-aged soldier said curiously as he picked her up.
“No, he’s clearly a young master!” A wounded soldier limped over, took the steamed bun, and retorted indignantly.
"What?! Do you think I, Old Li, am mistaken? How about we make a bet? The loser has to pay for a drink!"
"Let's gamble, what's there to be afraid of!" The wounded soldier lifted the steamed bun high, looked under its bottom, and grinned, "Hahaha! It's a young master!"
Before the final "ha" sound was even finished, a stream of glistening liquid cascaded down in an arc, landing perfectly in that large mouth.
"Hahaha……"
Everyone laughed, "Before even drinking the wine, they drank urine first..."
"What's there to be afraid of! Boy's urine is good for your health..." The wounded soldier touched his face and grinned.
I couldn't help but laugh too.
As they were talking, Cao Cao came out from a tent opposite them. Everyone stopped laughing and obediently returned the steamed buns to his father.
Cao Cao took the steamed bun, a gentle smile on his face. "This child was born on the battlefield, so let's call him Chong'er!"
Upon hearing this, I became displeased and shouted in a hoarse voice, "He's already chosen a name!"
"Hmm?" Cao Cao raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at me through the lifted curtain, and smiled. "The lady has woken up."
I objected, "You're not allowed to change my son's name!"
"What name did you choose?" Cao Cao was unusually willing to listen to my opinion.
"Steamed buns!" I raised my chin and said it with great pride and arrogance.
"Wow, Madam is indeed extraordinary! This name sounds quite nice!" A young general flattered her with a smile.
"Yes, yes, it's really great..."
"Mmm, steamed buns, steamed buns... Cao Bao!" Someone suddenly uttered a surprising remark.
Cao Bao = Cao Bao (meaning incompetent or foolish)?
Cao Cao's eyebrows twitched slightly; he wanted to laugh but had to maintain his image, and he looked like he was having a hard time suppressing his laughter.
"Call him Cao Chong, my lady." Holding a steamed bun, Cao Cao walked towards me with a gentle smile, a gentleness that seemed unlike him at all.
Cao Chong? I frowned slightly; the name sounded so familiar.
Cao Chong...
Cao Chong?! Suddenly remembering a passage from the Records of the Three Kingdoms, I widened my eyes and shook my head like a rattle drum, "No! No! Even calling someone a cat or a dog is better than calling them Cao Chong!"
"What's wrong? Why are you so agitated..." A cool voice came from the tent entrance as someone walked in.
"Medic, come and see her," Cao Cao said, standing up.
I turned my head to look at the military doctor, and exclaimed in surprise, "Hua Yingxiong?!"
"Greetings, Madam." Hua Yingxiong bowed formally and respectfully.
Wasn't this guy going to become a monk? Why hasn't he left yet?
After performing the proper diagnosis with observation, listening, questioning, and palpation, Hua Yingxiong nodded and said, "Madam has mild postpartum depression. As long as she keeps a cheerful mood, she will be fine."
"Postpartum depression?" I gritted my teeth, my smile sinister, wishing I could tear that big mouth of a liar to shreds. With his character, he's not pure of the six senses, full of the five poisons, greed, anger, and ignorance—he still wants to be a monk!
"Madam, you must understand that everything in the world has a cause and an effect, and every effect has a cause. You can't force things." Hua Yingxiong looked at me with a meaningful expression.
I snatched the steamed bun from Cao Cao's arms and decided to completely ignore that quack doctor who was just trying to scam me out of food and drink.
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