"Okay, okay..." Pang Nianqin was so busy that he looked away. He lowered his head quickly, opened the small jade bowl, looked at the smooth and round mud buns inside, and immediately smiled. He said to Zhong Tiantian, "Sister Tiantian, look how good our steamed buns are."
"Hehe, it's true." Zhong Tiantian was so happy looking at the steamed bun that she wanted to touch it but was afraid of damaging it, so she just stared at it and then suddenly looked up at Pang Nianqin, "Brother Nianqin, you are much better than that crybaby. From now on, I will only steam buns with you! We won't play with that crybaby!"
Pang Nianqin was startled, then he squinted his eyes and smiled: "Okay, then it's happily settled."
"Wow!" The next second, the miserable and shrill cry of the crybaby was heard again in the Imperial Garden.
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Jingren Palace.
The emperor and empress, who felt relieved without a child, were nestling on the soft couch, cracking melon seeds and drinking tea comfortably. Opposite them were the equally relieved Xiao An, and Qin Chong and Gu Qingtong. Gu Qingtong gave birth to a boy in the second year of Tianding, named Shuoer, who was four years old this year. In a hurry to celebrate the New Year, Gu Changlin and Ding Yunwen had to return to Ningguta for a short stay, so they took Shuoer back to their hometown to meet their relatives, so Qin Chong and Gu Qingtong had a rare chance to relax.
During this period, Pang Yi went to the northwest, so Xiao An moved into the palace. At this time, the young girl was sleeping in the side hall, so everyone had this rare half day of leisure.
"I don't know when Mr. Chen and Guard Da Kong will arrive. It's almost noon now," Mei Ya said while cracking melon seeds. "I don't know whether the baby looks like Xiao Kong or Miss Fang."
Kong Wenjie and Fang Chengyin gave birth to their second son at the beginning of last year. According to the agreement made early on, the child was to be adopted by Chen Qingxuan and Kong Wenmin. However, the child was very young, and Kong Wenjie and his wife were worried that the child was too young to be raised well away from his mother, so they kept the child with them until he was one year old. As Kong Wenjie was going to Beijing to pay homage to Zhong Mingwei this year, the couple happened to bring the child with them. Kong Wenmin and Chen Qingxuan went out of the city to greet them today. Meiya and the others were also anxiously waiting to see the child.
"It doesn't matter who they look like. I think Wen Jie and Cheng Yin are both very beautiful," Xiao An said with a smile, and sighed softly, "Speaking of which, the last time Wen Jie and Cheng Yin came to Beijing was three years ago. Time flies so fast. It feels like it was just yesterday."
"Yeah, I always felt that Siwen was still a child, but now he is as tall as me," Meiya couldn't help but sigh. When she mentioned He Siwen, she was worried about him. "Normally, I didn't think these children were anything special, but when Siwen went to the northwest with Pang Yi, I always felt empty inside. But according to the time, Siwen might have to spend the summer in the northwest before coming back. Alas! I always hope that he will come back tomorrow."
"Siwen only sees Chengzhi once every few years, let's let the father and son stay together for a while," Zhong Mingwei said slowly, pushing a small plate of peeled melon seeds in front of Meiya, while continuing to peel them, and said casually, "It's time to choose a place for Siwen to build a mansion."
"He is only ten years old. Even if he is conferred the title of a prince, he is still a child. Why should we build a mansion for him so early?" Mei Ya frowned and put down the small plate that was brought to her mouth.
"He is a prince after all, how can he live without his own residence?" Zhong Mingwei said, looking at Mei Ya's reluctant face, he smiled and said, "It's just building a residence, there is no intention to drive him out of the palace, just let him live in the palace."
"That's good enough." Mei Ya finally breathed a sigh of relief and ate the melon seeds and rice slowly.
"I wonder if the title has been decided yet?" Qin Chong took a sip and asked.
"Qingxuan has suggested a few names, and they are all good characters. I think Sheng is good." Zhong Mingwei said.
"Sheng means bright and prosperous, so it's a good title," Qin Chong nodded, taking another sip of tea, and suddenly said, "By the way, Young Master He is ten years old now, so he should be engaged, right?"
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