The little one looked at the direction the kite had left and cried. No matter how the nurse tried to comfort her, she would not stop. Xihe walked over and said, "Don't cry. Your father promised to make you a new one tomorrow. It will be big and beautiful."
The little guy looked up with sobs, and saw Meng Yuchuan pause. He quickly hid behind Xihe and hugged her thighs.
Xihe was surprised and looked at Meng Yuchuan with confusion: "This..."
Didn't she think Meng Huaiyu liked his father before? Why did he look so scared now?
Meng Yuchuan glanced at the little guy who was clinging tightly to Xihe's thighs, with only his eyes exposed, and smiled: "Chen'er has been a little afraid of me since he was a child."
Xihe looked at Luwu, and Luwu nodded vigorously.
The young master was afraid of the young master. Every time the young master hugged him, the young master was so scared that he dared not move.
Xihe was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry. She couldn't help but glance at Meng Yuchuan. He was gentle and kind, and she didn't know what the little guy was afraid of.
However, after being interrupted like this, the little guy temporarily forgot about the kite and held Xihe's legs tightly. Xihe had no choice but to bend down and pick him up.
But, perhaps because she was too tired, she actually staggered.
The frightened little fellow hugged her neck tightly, and the maids and servants screamed and rushed forward in a hurry.
Meng Yuchuan frowned: "I'll hold it."
Xihe: “Ah?”
As soon as his arms were empty, the little guy ran into Meng Yuchuan's arms.
Because after the exercise, the little fair face was flushed. At this moment, she was lying in her father's arms, wanting to cry but not daring to, and looked very aggrieved.
Xihe felt like laughing for some reason, so she stretched out a hand, and the little guy immediately held her fingers tightly.
Xihe smiled and said, "I heard that the manor raises geese. Do you want to go and see them?"
Meng Huaiyu tilted his head: "Goose?"
Xihe nodded and looked at Meng Yuchuan. Meng Yuchuan glanced at Qingzhu and said, "Lead the way."
The manor was not only planted with fruit trees and large tracts of farmland, but also had a large pond. As soon as they approached, the sound of geese "quacking" could be heard on the path.
The little guy immediately stretched his neck and forgot to be afraid of his father.
It was around five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was filled with sunset glow, and the snow-white geese were swimming freely in the pond.
With a long neck and flapping wings, it dives into the water and comes out with a fish in its mouth... Xihe swallowed and several ways to cook the goose came to his mind.
Meng Huaiyu widened his eyes in surprise: "Goose?"
Xihe nodded: "Stew the goose in an iron pot."
Everyone: ???
Meng Yuchuan laughed out loud: "I'll listen to the young lady tonight and eat goose stewed in an iron pot."
The maid immediately responded, "Yes, Master."
The servants prepared dinner. They walked slowly around the pond, with the maids and servants lagging far behind them.
Xihe picked a few unknown small flowers. Seeing that Meng Huaiyu was curious, she raised her hand and put it in his ear. The little guy reached out to touch it and pulled off a small yellow flower. Suddenly, he reached out to Xihe.
Xihe: "What are you doing?" He walked forward with a smile.
The next second, the little guy put the flower on her head.
Xihe was stunned, but when he saw the little guy's eyes turned into crescents and his white teeth were exposed, he couldn't help but smile too.
"Chen'er is awesome!" she said.
After circling the pond twice, the servant came to report that the meal was ready, and the group returned to the manor.
As soon as the iron pot stewed goose was served, Xihe pointed at the pot and said, "Goose."
The little guy suddenly realized: "Goose!"
The cook in the manor is a good cook. The three masters ate more tonight than usual. It may also be because they exercised a lot today and were hungry.
After dinner, Meng Huaiyu could no longer hold on and fell asleep in the maid's arms.
Xihe ordered the servants to take care of him, and then he went back to his room, took a comfortable bath, changed into pajamas and lay down on the bed.
The door creaked open and Meng Yuchuan walked in.
Xihe grabbed his collar and asked, "What's wrong?"
Meng Yuchuan stood beside the bed, wearing a dark robe with dark patterns. Under the candlelight, the corners of his mouth had an intoxicating smile.
Xihe blushed when she was looked at, and looked away uncomfortably: "Hurry up and tell me, I want to go to bed."
"Are you tired today, ma'am?"
“A little.”
Meng Yuchuan sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to brush away the hair from her ears.
The wind was strong at night, and the window frames rustled with knocks. The room was so quiet that one could hear the sound of a beating heart. Xihe stared blankly at Meng Yuchuan's face as he got closer and closer, and said in a low voice: "My wife."
Xihe turned his face away and his lips fell on his ear.
The room was eerily quiet.
A chuckle.
The laughter seemed to come from his chest, deep and joyful.
Meng Yuchuan rested his chin on Xihe's shoulder, as if sighing, "Madam, do you think your husband is not handsome enough?"
Xi He's face burned, and a tingling sensation shot up from her spine to the back of her head. She felt as if smoke was coming out of her. "My husband has the appearance of a dragon and the grace of a phoenix. Few people in the world can match him."
"You, can you please let me go first?"
It was too close, and she was afraid she would be tempted.
"Not good."
An unexpected answer.
Xihe subconsciously turned his head and met a pair of deep smiling eyes.
Meng Yuchuan lifted her little face with his fingertips and gently rubbed his nose against Xihe's nose, his movements extremely gentle: "Madam, do you feel that your husband cannot compare to the nobility of the Crown Prince?"
Xihe was dumbfounded. What kind of question was this?
She immediately explained, "Of course not. My husband, you are the only super-class marquis in this dynasty!"
The title of the Meng family is hereditary, but the level of the title is not static. What's more, the value of a marquis with real power and a marquis with only a nominal title is very different.
Everything Meng Yuchuan has now was earned by his own hands and he deserves it.
The Crown Prince's status is indeed noble, but doesn't he still have the same requirements for Meng Yuchuan? Moreover, in the original plot, more than a decade later, the royal family is in a state of disarray, and the regent controls the government.
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