On the day A'ruan gave birth, Feng Yu happened to be away from the capital. She felt bored during her pregnancy, so Jiang Wuque took her to a house in the suburbs of Beijing to relax.
After learning that A'ruan had given birth successfully, a boy and a girl, Jiang Wuque first folded his fan in joy, then remembered something, frowned slightly, and stared at Feng Yu's belly thoughtfully.
Feng Yu glanced at her suspiciously, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Wuque tapped his palm with the fan bone in his hand, shook his head and said, "Do you remember the agreement you made with A'ruan? Now I'm afraid that the baby in your belly is a girl."
Feng Yu found it funny, so he sat down and looked at her and said, "I thought you would like your daughter more."
It's royal after all.
"Nonsense," Jiang Wuque tapped the table with his fan, stared at Feng Yu, and said righteously, "It's clear that this king only likes you."
"..." Feng Yu silently put down the water that was handed to his mouth and held it in his palm. Although he didn't say anything, his ears slowly turned red.
Jiang Wuque continued the previous topic, pushing the wheelchair closer to Feng Yu and said, "Think about Wei Min's personality. If we had a daughter, how easy would it be to marry her son?"
Jiang Wuque leaned back in his chair, holding the fan bone in his hand, and looked up at Liang and sighed, "If we had a son, it would be different. When the time comes, let the daughter of the Wei family come to ask for marriage. I, Taiyue, will definitely not be as difficult to serve as Wei Min."
Feng Yu looked at the curve of his wife's mouth and felt that what she said was not credible.
But if you think about it carefully, it’s actually the same whether you have a son or a daughter.
If it was a daughter, she would be brought up well in the future, and when she marries the young master of the Wei family, she could shamelessly say like her mother did back then, "Don't be picky, none of them are as good as me."
Feng Yu's heart skipped a beat when he recalled the time when Jiang Wuque said these words to him in a lazy tone with a twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his lips.
At that time, she was lazily sitting below, watching him competing in the arena to find a husband, and then she didn't know how she jumped up with her fan closed. The afternoon sun shone behind her, and she looked at him against the light and smiled:
"Young General Feng, stop picking, none of them are as good-looking as me."
Feng Yu still remembers that the eyes that Jiang Wuque looked at him with were exceptionally bright and beautiful.
He was so embarrassed that he blushed and admitted defeat. His father grabbed his ears and scolded him for several hours.
Thinking of what happened at that time, Feng Yu couldn't help but raise his hand to scratch his red and itchy ears.
In fact, it would be fine to have a son. A'ruan is gentle and has a good temper, and Wei Min also knows her. The daughter he raises will definitely not be an ordinary person. In the future, his son will marry into the Wei family and enjoy a happy life.
Feng Yu was open-minded, but Jiang Wuque was still worried. He was worried that if he had a daughter who was not as outstanding as her mother, how would he marry her in the future?
Seeing her frown, Feng Yu raised his hand, pressed his fingertips gently on her forehead, and said seriously: "I'll listen to you, let's have a son."
Jiang Wuque looked at Feng Yu and chuckled, "I don't have the final say on this."
She pulled Feng Yu's hand down, smacked her lips, and said, "The son of Wei Min and A'ruan will definitely be good-looking. If we give birth to a son, Young Master Wei will be given to someone else in the future. When I think about this, I feel unwilling."
When Feng Yu heard his wife start to say how nice it would be if both of them were from his family, he couldn't help but pull his hand back, glanced at her, and said lightly: "Don't think about it, my belly is not as big as A'ruan's, there must be only one inside."
Jiang Wuque smiled, holding his face with his hands and looking at him, "We can have more children in the future."
Feng Yu paused while drinking his tea, frowned and said, "If Wei Min knew that you cared so much about her two children, he would definitely not give any of them to our family."
Jiang Wuque shook his head, "Who said you're going to marry into the Wei family? Give birth to another daughter in the future and marry into the Feng family."
Feng Yu paused again when he heard this and looked up at her in surprise.
Jiang Wuque's pair of peach blossom eyes, which were naturally smiling, looked at him seriously and asked softly, "In the future, the first daughter will be named Jiang, and the second daughter will be named Feng, okay? When the time comes, let her learn martial arts from her mother, and let her pass on the Feng family's spear skills. This will also make up for your regret that you can't marry a live-in wife and continue the Feng family's bloodline."
Feng Yu was shocked after hearing this. He didn't expect that his wife would go through so much trouble to tell him this. He also didn't expect that she would think so much about him and the Feng family.
Jiang Wuque asked him urgently, "Is it okay, Ayu? Is it okay?"
Feng Yu pursed his lips, stroked the wall of the teacup with his fingers, and hummed softly, "Okay."
Jiang Wuque then relaxed his smile and breathed a sigh of relief, "After all, I kidnapped you back then, so it's only right that I give the Feng family a daughter as compensation in the future."
Feng Yu scratched the table with his fingertips, groaned for a long time, and then said, "I don't regret marrying you." "When I married you, it was not only because of the imperial decree, but also because I liked you."
Jiang Wuque smiled, picked up the fan and tapped his forehead, "Of course I know, after all, who among those people you recruited can compare to this king?"
Feng Yu was amused by her and nodded in response, "Yes, none of them are as pretty as you, Your Highness." So he fell in love with her at first sight and made up his mind.
Such leisurely days are rare for the two of them, so they cherish the time they have in the suburbs of Beijing.
The Crown Princess was deposed, and the following princesses were either too young or too untalented. Jiang Wuque was highly valued and usually quite busy.
Especially after the beginning of winter, when the seasons changed from autumn to winter, the emperor caught a cold and fell ill again, with signs of a stroke.
No one gave me drugs this time, but it is not ruled out that it is a sequelae of the last medication.
The emperor became angry again and scolded the deposed princess countless times in the palace.
The emperor was seriously ill and could not attend court for many days, so he had no choice but to appoint Jiang Wuque as the crown princess to handle state affairs on his behalf, with the left prime minister Wei Min as his assistant.
Although this result was already predetermined, and no other princess in the court was qualified for the position except Jiang Wuque, even so, there were still some corrupt and stubborn old ministers in the court who submitted memorials, saying that Jiang Wuque had a leg disease, so how could she be the crown princess?
After the memorial was presented, it is said that the emperor looked at it with his hands trembling slightly and remained silent for a long time. Finally, he scolded the person who wrote the memorial and banished him from the capital.
After Feng Yu heard about this in the mansion, his face became frighteningly gloomy. His fingers clenched tightly around the silver spear that was lying across the table and he rarely used it. It was unknown who he was angry with.
Jiang Wuque held Feng Yu down with one hand and motioned the servants in the palace to leave with the other hand, saying nonchalantly, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. You're still pregnant."
Wei Min was there too. He glanced at Feng Yu and frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.
General Feng has been on the battlefield and killed enemies, so he is not someone who would be easily angered.
But Wei Min saw with his own eyes that his face darkened twice, both times because of Jiang Wuque's leg.
One time was many years ago, when she had not yet passed the imperial examination and became the top scholar. Jiang Wuque came to see her and asked her if she wanted to make a name for herself and whether she was willing to create a way out for poor students.
At that time, when Jiang Wuque mentioned the old things, he smiled and clapped his thighs to gain her trust. Feng Yu, who was standing next to her, immediately changed his expression and clenched Jiang Wuque's hand tightly, not allowing her to clapped again.
The second time was today. The minister bluntly said that Jiang Wuque had a leg disease, but she herself didn't care. However, Feng Yu couldn't sit still.
Wei Min felt that Feng Yu’s two reactions were worth pondering.
Wei Min looked at Jiang Wuque's legs calmly. Could it be that her leg disease was not something she had from the womb, but there was some hidden story behind it?
Seeing Feng Yu's bad face, Wei Min didn't ask any more questions, but only asked Jiang Wuque, "Why is the emperor so angry? He even drove Lord Wu, who delivered the memorial, out of the capital?"
The emperor doesn't treat Jiang Wuque as well as he does Jiang Wuyong, and he doesn't love her that much in his heart, so why would he protect her so much this time?
Feng Yu snorted, clenched the gun in his hand, veins bulged on the back of his hand, and said coldly: "Because she is guilty, because she feels guilty."
Jiang Wuque raised his hand and pried open Feng Yu's fingers that were holding the gun, held them in his hand and massaged them gently, silently agreeing to his words.
There was obviously some hidden story involved that Wei Min didn't know about, but as an outsider, it was not easy for her to ask too much. She just needed to know that no matter what the reason was, the emperor was now protecting Jiang Wuque.
Wei Min thought of Jiang Wuque's leg, and then of A'ruan, and couldn't help asking, "Is there still no news about Divine Doctor Wu?"
Jiang Wuque smiled when he mentioned this. "I have found out where she is and have been looking for her. I am afraid I will find her in one or two years."
Compared to the previous time when there was no trace of the miracle doctor, this is already a great improvement.
One or two years...
Wei Min pursed his lips, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes. In one or two years, the two children will be just learning to speak. If they can be cured, A Ruan can then personally teach them to call him daddy.
When Wei Min thought of A'ruan calling her "wife" with a smile in her eyes, she felt her heart beating faster and her fingers clenched slightly in excitement.
As there was no sign of this matter yet, Wei Min did not dare to mention it to A Ruan, for fear that if the person was not found or the disease was not cured, he would feel disappointed and upset.
After having a child, Wei Min turned down many of his already few social engagements and even seldom went to teahouses.
Every day when he went back and saw A Ruan using his fingers to make the two children laugh, Wei Min felt calm and soft inside. The fatigue of the whole day disappeared when he saw the three of them, father and son and father and daughter.
Time flies, and it’s the end of the year again in the blink of an eye.
The Wei Mansion has two new young masters this year, making it more festive and lively than ever before. Although there were only two more children, the entire mansion did not seem as deserted as before.
After the New Year, before the end of the first month of the year, Feng Yu was born.
Jiang Wuque accompanied Feng Yu by his bedside, but was still despised by him. What kind of pain had he not endured? Still afraid of having children?
Jiang Wuque refused to listen to his stubborn words and stayed by the bed, refusing to leave.
Feng Yu's delivery went more smoothly than A'ruan's, and it didn't give Jiang Wuque too much opportunity to think about whether it would be a boy or a girl.
After Wenfu delivered the baby, he saw the gender of the baby and a smile faded from his face. Now that the Eighth Prince is already a princess, and there is only one master in the East Palace, she must have hoped to have a daughter, but now she has given birth to a son...
"Son?" Jiang Wuque was so happy that he almost lost his balance as he stood up from the wheelchair in front of everyone.
She waved to Wenfu, "Quick, quick, bring it here for me to see."
"What a son," Jiang Wuque said with satisfaction, lowering his head and speaking softly to Feng Yu, "Finally, I don't have to worry about how to marry Wei's Miaomiao in the future."
Feng Yu smiled tiredly, and with his wife and son by his side, he finally relaxed and closed his eyes to rest.
When Wei Min learned the news from Shiba, he was playing chess with Aruan.
A'ruan's chess skills are so poor that he usually has to think carefully for a long time before making a move. Wei Min did not urge him, but played with the chess piece between his fingertips, looked at him with a half-smile, and reminded him: "If you lose again, it will be five times tonight."
Upon hearing this, A'ruan's ears instantly turned red. He looked up and glared at her coquettishly, signaling her not to make any noise and disturb his thinking.
There was a brazier in the room, and it was a little hot. Ah Ruan frowned and thought seriously. His forehead was covered with a layer of sweat, perhaps because of his anxiety or the heat. He raised his hand to take off his coat with a large fox fur collar and put it aside, revealing half of his white neck.
Wei Min smiled, looking at his slender white neck, only to feel his mouth dry, and couldn't help licking his lips, and asked him in a slightly hoarse voice, "Aruan, have you decided how to leave?"
A Ruan stared at the chessboard covered with black and white chess pieces for a while before giving up and putting the white piece made of warm jade in his hand back into the chess pot, shaking his head helplessly.
Wei Min smiled and leaned forward, leaning over most of the chessboard. Just when Ah Ruan thought she was going to kiss him, she raised her hand and took out a white piece from his chess pot and placed it on the chessboard, "This will break it."
A'ruan took a look at the chess game that Wei Min had broken with his own hands, then looked up at her body as she retreated after placing the chess piece. She felt mixed emotions and indescribably disappointed.
He thought Wei Min would touch him and try some "appetizers" before the "big meal" in the evening, but he had just taken off his coat.
Wei Min seemed not to notice A Ruan's suspicious look. He lowered his eyes and rearranged the chess pieces. He handed him the chess pot full of white pieces and said meaningfully, "Keep playing. Tomorrow is Mu Xiu. You must lose at least seven times."
"..." A Ruan silently put on the coat he had taken off aside, wrapped himself tightly, and looked at Wei Min with a somewhat accusing look.
If he loses seven times... he might not be able to even hold Miaomiao tomorrow.
When Eighteen came in, Wei Min was leaning on the pillow, looking at A Ruan and laughing softly.
Eighteen raised her hand and touched the tip of her nose, then coughed lightly to remind the two people who had not noticed her.
Wei Min caught a glimpse of Eighteen coming over, and then he lazily sat up straight, put the chess piece in his hand back into the chess pot, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Eighteen bared half of his fangs, "Someone from the East Palace said that Lord Feng had given birth to a little grandson, and sent someone to tell Lord Feng."
Ah Ruan was startled when he heard that, and blinked and looked at Wei Min, somewhat surprised.
——Give birth? I hadn't heard that he was going to give birth this morning.
Eighteen laughed and said, "I heard that he felt labor pains before lunch, so the princess asked someone to find a stable man. Look, he gave birth not long after noon."
Upon hearing this, Wei Min picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip of tea, suppressing the smile on his face, "The princess must not have to worry about how her child will marry Miaomiao in the future."
Ah Ruan smiled. Feng Yu was Feng Yu after all. Even giving birth to a child was so quick and neat.
A Ruan thought that Feng Yu's son should have the same temperament as his father, and Wei Shu in his family would be blessed in the future.
The author has something to say: Wei Shu: I’m afraid I don’t really want this blessing_(:зゝ∠)_
Feng Family Baby: (smiles) Then you probably want to die =v=
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