Chapter 357 Wan'an Brothers and Sisters
On the coffee table, there was only one unfolded letter left, which Wen Li'er had just read first.
It was written by Yan Shixu himself while he was fighting in Nanzhao.
In the letter, he asked if she was okay, if the children were obedient, and was particularly concerned about the movements of the fetus in her belly.
Between the lines, there is deep longing and concern.
Looking at those familiar, strong and powerful handwriting, Wen Li'er's fingertips, which had been trembling just now, seemed to be touched by a hint of warmth, and a smile finally appeared on her face again.
When he left Kyoto, it was still midsummer with cicadas chirping noisily.
Now, the fragrance of osmanthus in the courtyard has dissipated, leaving only withered branches.
It must be cold in Nanzhao in late autumn, right?
He personally led his army to attack Nanzhao, and battle reports came in frequently. In just over a month, they were unstoppable and captured several cities in succession.
In the letter, he vowed solemnly: the day when the dragon flags of Dayan were hoisted all over the Nanzhao royal city would be the day for him to return in triumph.
Wen Li'er stroked his vigorous and powerful handwriting, and prayed silently in her heart that this day would come sooner and sooner.
"Mother!"
A clear and cheerful child's voice broke the silence in the flower hall.
Xiaoxiao, wearing an apricot-yellow jacket, rushed in like a lively little bird, and threw himself into Wen Li'er's legs.
He raised his rosy little face, and his big black eyes were filled with pure joy.
"Nurse said that father is about to beat all the bad guys to death! When will father come back? Xiaoxiao misses him!"
The little guy's voice was full of anticipation.
Wen Li'er's heart softened.
She put the letter down, gently stroked her son's little head, and kissed his tender cheek.
"It's almost time, Xiaoxiao. Once father captures the capital of Nanzhao and arrests all the bad guys, we can come back."
"Yeah!" Xiaoxiao nodded vigorously and waved his little fists excitedly.
"Then I want to show my new boxing skills to Father! Look, Mother! Hey! Ha!"
Wen Li'er clapped her hands and praised: "Xiao Xiao is really amazing. Your father will definitely be happy to see this."
When Xiaoxiao heard this, his eyes lit up surprisingly.
He carefully and curiously stretched out his little hand and gently touched Wen Li'er's bulging belly.
"And little brothers and sisters, come out quickly. I'll teach you boxing!"
This childlike longing diluted the last trace of worry between Wen Li'er's brows with gentle maternal love.
"Where are Miaomiao and Tiantian?" She looked outside and didn't see the other two little ones.
Xiaoxiao chuckled and said, "My younger brothers and sisters are still behind. They walk slowly, like little turtles! Xiaoxiao was in a hurry to see Mother, so he didn't wait for them!"
Wen Li'er laughed when she heard that and waited for a long time before she heard some noise coming from outside.
She raised her eyes and looked outside the flower hall. Through the half-open carved door, she saw two chubby little figures, who were carefully supported by their respective wet nurses and palace maids, moving towards the flower hall with one staggering step.
Miaomiao was walking in front. The little fellow seemed anxious to find his mother, and his two short legs moved with great effort, making a "grunting" sound and swaying little body, which was frightening to watch.
But her face was filled with a bright smile and she never got tired of it.
Tiantian, who also learned to walk with the help of a wet nurse, is completely different from Miaomiao.
He walked very slowly, his little feet landing steadily with each step. His little face was tense and his expression was so focused that he didn't look like he was learning to walk, but rather like he was meticulously measuring the distance under his feet.
Wen Lier couldn't help but frown at the calm look of the little adult.
When the two little ones stepped through the door, she waved to them.
"Tiantian, Miaomiao, come to mother."
When Miaomiao heard her mother's call, she took faster and bigger steps like a foal that had been encouraged.
The wet nurse and the palace maid who were holding her hands were half bent over, with their other hand protecting her side, and they followed her faster pace closely, fearing that this lively little ancestor would fall if she lost her balance.
After finally moving in front of Wen Li'er, Miaomiao immediately opened her little hands, hugged her mother's thighs, tilted up her rosy little face, and showed a smile so sweet that it looked like honey.
"Mommy~~~hug me!" The voice was soft and sticky.
Wen Li'er is heavy now, so I don't dare to hug her.
She gently stroked Miaomiao's soft hair: "Miaomiao, dear, mother can't hold you now. Wait until the little brother and sister are born, then I will hold you, okay?"
Miaomiao was very sensible. She tilted her head and thought for a moment. She stopped asking and just put her little face on her mother's legs and rubbed it dependently.
And Tiantian finally arrived at Wen Lier's side.
He slowly snuggled up to her and leaned against her quietly, without making any noise or noise, so well-behaved that it made people feel distressed.
Wen Lier could feel that this little guy, who was originally a little distant from her, was now closer to her.
She took out three pieces of exquisite dragon beard cakes from the storage box on the coffee table next to her and handed one to each of the three little ones.
Just as the children were munching on cakes and the atmosphere in the hall was warm and harmonious, the voice of a palace servant came from outside the hall.
"Your Majesty, Eunuch Wan'an... and his sister, Miss Liu Qing, are requesting an audience outside the palace gates."
Upon hearing this, Wen Li'er sat up straight and said anxiously, "Please invite them in."
Soon, two figures slowly walked into the warm and luxurious flower hall.
The first person to take the lead was Wan'an.
He changed into a clean indigo cloth robe, but his figure was much thinner than a few months ago, his cheeks were sunken, and his face was pale and bloodless.
When he walked, his left leg was obviously stiff and his steps were unsteady.
The person holding his arm tightly was a girl about fifteen years old.
She was wearing a plain smoky blue dress with almost no patterns on it. Her hair was tied up with a simple wooden hairpin and she wore no makeup.
Her figure was frighteningly thin, as if a slight gust of wind could break her.
Her shoulders were hunched, and her whole body exuded a sense of cowardice. Her hands were tightly grasping the corner of her brother's sleeve, and her knuckles were white with strength.
The palace maid looked over curiously, and she shrank her neck again like a frightened bird.
When the brother and sister walked into the hall, Wan'an gently patted his sister's tightly clenched hand, signaling her to let go.
He endured the discomfort in his left leg and knelt down deeply and solemnly.
His forehead hit the cold and hard bluestone bricks heavily, making a dull and clear "dong" sound.
"Your servant is well and I pay my respects to Her Majesty the Imperial Concubine. May Your Majesty be blessed with good health."
Liu Qing was so frightened by her brother's sudden action and the sound of his kowtow that her whole body trembled violently.
She fell to her knees with a thump in panic, her head buried so low that her forehead almost touched the ground. Her body was shaking, and she didn't even finish her greeting.
"Mother...Mother...May...May you be blessed..." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito and filled with tears.
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