Chapter 184
She even named the child Baoger?
Luo Shenyuan said calmly, "I'm afraid it's too late to go out. Let's talk about it when we get back."
I don’t want to watch it yet!
Luo Yining thought to himself, holding Bao Ge'er and walking up to him, coaxing the child in his arms: "Call daddy for a hug."
Baoger's tender cheeks were still wet with tears, and he kept sobbing. He turned his head to look at the tall, gloomy man in front of him, then immediately turned his head away, hugging Yi Ning and ignoring him.
The child's palm-sized face was pressed against her. Luo Shenyuan frowned tightly and was suddenly a little surprised.
At a glance, I could clearly see his young face.
On the contrary...
"He looks like you, doesn't he?" Yi Ning asked, "Are you really going to give him to Lu Jiaxue? Then we need to pack him up now. Don't bring him back once you send him away."
This is his son! Luo Shenyuan's pupils shrank slightly.
He actually said yesterday that he would send his child to Lu Jiaxue...
Seeing that the young master had finally stopped crying, the wet nurse was worried that the lady would get tired after holding him for too long, so she took him from the lady's arms and used a rattle to tease him. Luo Shenyuan looked at the baby, who was struggling to hold the rattle with his chubby hands, as if it were something incredible. Yi Ning pinched his arm: "Third brother?"
His whole body tensed up, and he suddenly came to his senses and asked, "Is the child's nickname Bao Ge'er?"
"You have to be careful with the full name, so naturally you should call her by her nickname first." Yining's hands were sore from holding the little dumpling for a long time, so she sat down at the eight-immortals table.
Luo Shenyuan touched her head with his big hand. He thought a lot, but his complicated feelings could not be expressed clearly for the time being.
But his voice was incredibly soft and low: "I'm sorry."
He paused, "I'm talking about what I said last night."
The touch of his palm startled Yi Ning. She saw Luo Shenyuan had already walked up to the wet nurse and stretched out his hand to the child: "Let me hold him."
The nurse lifted the child, but the little boy ignored him, still babbling and biting the rattle. Luo Shenyuan reached out and picked it up. The little boy, weighing only a few pounds, sat in his father's strong arms, dazed and rising, his little hands pausing to play with the rattle. Luo Shenyuan looked at this little being, supposedly connected to him by blood. Its face, half the size of a palm, was incredibly soft and tender, everything about it small and soft, just like him.
Bao Ge'er looked at his father for a moment, then burst into tears. He twisted his little body towards his mother and said, "My mother...My mother..."
He spoke incoherently and awkwardly. Anyway, he didn't want this person to hold him.
Yi Ning didn't want to hold him at first, but seeing him crying so pitifully, she had to. After taking the little dumpling over, he clung to her with all his hands and feet. Yi Ning was stunned. Why did this child suddenly start crying? Seeing that the third brother's face was slightly dark, Yi Ning smiled and said, "It... will be fine once it's cooked!"
"Yeah." Luo Shenyuan reluctantly responded and glanced at the child again. "There's no time either. I have to go first. Remember to pack up. I'll take you back in a while."
He hurried out, his attendants waiting for him outside. The grand ceremony of the minister's departure was completely different from before.
Yi Ning pinched his face again: "You little thing! Don't you want Ye Yan to hold you?"
Bao Ge'er stopped crying again, but no one could take him out of his mother's arms. He would cry if anyone took him out. He just clung to her and continued to play with his rattle.
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It had just snowed, and the dunes were covered in remnants of snow. The dry poplar trees not far away were also covered in ice and snow.
Lu Jiaxue rode on a tall and strong horse. In the boundless desert, the army stretched endlessly between the sand dunes, but they were just like ants moving forward. The dim setting sun stretched the shadows of the branches very long. The setting sun was like blood, and there was a lonely smoke in the desert.
His lips were a little dry, and when he touched his wrist, he remembered that the beads were there.
Someone above was plotting something, and he knew who it was. They didn't want the Tatars alive, but they didn't want him either. But after more than a decade of battle, no matter how meticulously Luo Shenyuan plotted, he couldn't outmatch his vast experience in the enemy. Fearing to alert the enemy, he lay low for nearly two weeks. After annihilating the remaining Tatars, he took the enemy leader's head and prepared to return to the capital to report.
Now that I think about it, it seems easy to deal with the enemy. In fact, Lu Jiaxue has also been on the verge of death.
The knife was about to hit his head. He used his long sword to push back, and the palm of his hand went numb. He then struck back with a backhand strike, wounding his back. At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to stay alive.
Luo Shenyuan was indeed formidable; no wonder he had reached that position in just two years. He had bribed his lieutenants, who turned on him in the middle of battle. He ultimately slew them.
Lu Jiaxue watched the setting sun approach the horizon. He silently raised his sword, signaling a halt and rest. Upon hearing the general's order, the troops immediately halted and pitched simple tents near the poplar trees.
Lu Jiaxue was resting in the tent, covered in wool blankets and drinking hot wine. The fire burned quietly.
Urgency and impatience. This was a cardinal sin in the military, but he was now calm. Luo Shenyuan was now more than capable of matching him, and he couldn't underestimate the enemy. Even if it weren't for Luo Yining, he and Luo Shenyuan still had many scores to settle. This included this plot, and even the power of the court.
He let Luo Yining go, and she should be in the capital now.
Lu Jiaxue suddenly narrowed his eyes.
The tent was opened by a tiny hand, and a girl walked in. She wore a red collarless, double-breasted gown, riding boots, and had her hair in a braid. Her face was haggard, but it couldn't hide her pretty face. Her feet were shackled, and they made a rustling sound when she walked.
This young girl from the Oirat tribe was a prisoner of war. After a victory, taking a beautiful woman from the enemy was a morale booster for the soldiers. Lu Jiaxue had always turned a blind eye to this kind of behavior by his soldiers, as long as it wasn't too excessive. This time, they captured more than a dozen girls, all from noble families. This girl, named Ashan, was particularly beautiful, and the soldiers were willing to offer her to him.
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