Chapter 752 Differential Treatment
After the daughter had eaten and drank enough, she fell asleep very contentedly, peacefully, just like a little lady.
Guan Ji pulled off her sweater and asked softly: "Why is Alang back so soon?"
Feng Junhou’s eyes were still staring at a certain place, reluctant to leave.
Hearing Guan Ji's question, she responded in a low voice: "I missed you and wanted to see my son and daughter as soon as possible, so I left the army behind and rushed back with my personal guards."
Guan Ji noticed someone's gaze, her face turned red, and she kicked him secretly.
Feng finally woke up and glanced at Zhang Xingyi next to him with a guilty conscience.
Zhang Xingyi's eyes were about to burst into flames, and his teeth were chattering.
Made a "poof" gesture at him, then turned around and prepared to leave.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!”
The daughter in Guan Ji's arms stretched out her little hand.
Feng Yong quickly reached out his hand to hug his daughter.
Guan Ji handed it over with some worry and said, "Can you hold it?"
“Don’t worry, didn’t I hug you just now? Besides, even if I didn’t hug you, I haven’t seen it yet.”
Feng Yong took it carefully.
Who in the countryside didn’t take care of younger siblings when they were young?
“Spitting up milk?”
"ah?"
Guan Ji was stunned and didn't understand Feng Yong's question.
“Will the child vomit after eating?”
Feng Yong asked again to explain.
Guan Ji finally understood, her face was a little red, and she pinched Feng Yong lightly, "No."
At the same time, he signaled that Siniang was still nearby.
Unexpectedly, she turned her head and found Siniang gently opening the door, apparently wanting to leave some space for herself.
Feng Yongyong didn’t care about anything else. He just lowered his head to look at the child. He smiled with satisfaction after hearing this. He was such a good child.
Even so, he carefully tilted the child slightly.
After a while, the wet nurse came in and wanted to take the child away.
Feng Yong shook his head, reluctant to let it go, "I'll do it."
Hand the child into the compartment, he carefully placed his daughter side by side next to his sleeping son. He touched the kang and felt that the temperature was just right. Then he nodded with satisfaction.
Nanxiang’s pediatric doctors have indeed accumulated a lot of experience in this area.
After the child fell asleep, Feng Yong had time to notice other things.
“Didn’t you say that Madam is here? Why don’t you see anyone?”
“After the child is one month old, with the help of a wet nurse and a medical worker, I can look after the child by myself.”
As Guan Ji walked out of the inner room with Feng Yong, she explained, "Didn't Alang tell Amei what to do?"
“I heard that the progress was not going well. My aunt came over and could help me take a look, so I went to the manufacturing bureau.”
Speaking of this, Guan Ji was a little dissatisfied.
“I don’t know what A Lang asked Amei to make. Even my aunt found it difficult.”
“You said you were coming to see me, but you didn’t know that I went to the manufacturing bureau early every day these days, just like being on duty there.”
When Feng Yong heard this, he was a little surprised and surprised: "Madam, you went to the manufacturing bureau to help develop the bed crossbow?"
This is a great thing!
As far as the engineers he knows so far, Feng Yong only recognizes two and a half, one is Huang Yueying and the other is Ma Jun.
The other half is Pu Yuan, who specializes in blacksmithing, unlike Huang Yueying who is cross-domain.
Huang Yueying and Pu Yuan were both in Dahan, and were also related to Zhuge Lao Yao.
Ma Jun is very good, at least not worse than Huang Yueying, maybe even better?
Fortunately, he has always been a minor official in Wei State and was not taken seriously.
“Not only did I go, but I also praised the manufacturing bureau’s rules and said that standardization is a great way to gather the efforts of everyone.”
"By the way, are you hungry, Alang? My aunt should be coming back soon. I will go and order the servants to prepare dinner first, and Alang should eat something to fill his stomach first?"
Guan Ji asked with concern.
“I’m actually a little hungry.”
Feng Yong said something, and then looked back at the inner room. The door was closed. The wet nurse would not come out before the child woke up.
Since there was no one else around, his eyes began to flicker and he asked quietly: "I saw that my daughter only ate one side just now?"
“What side?”
Guan Ji didn't understand at first, and then when she saw where someone's eyes fell, her face turned red and she said "poof" shyly.
“Isn’t it going to go up?”
Feng Mou swallowed his saliva and asked with concern.
“Well, it’s a bit full, but don’t worry, just feed two next time. This time they are both hungry, so I can only feed one first.”
Guan Ji was a little shy and explained.
The amount of good work.
Feng Junhou felt a little proud. I knew at the beginning that my children would definitely not go hungry.
“I’m hungry too…”
"ah!"
This is Guan Ji exclaiming in a low voice.
"Snapped!"
This is the sound of Guan Ji hitting someone.
Huang Yueying and Amei returned from the manufacturing bureau an hour earlier than usual.
In the residence of Colonel Huqiang, many servants were walking back and forth, their steps were light and the atmosphere was full of joy.
The prince who won a great victory has returned home!
The servant doesn't understand any big principles. He only knows that his life is closely connected with the Marquis's residence.
The more powerful the king is, the longer everyone's good life will last, and it is best to last forever.
Seeing the Prime Minister's wife and Mrs. Mei returning to the house, the servants passing by all saluted.
Zhang Xingyi stood at the door of the small living room before dinner, instructing the servants. It seemed that he was preparing dinner.
In the Nuan Pavilion, Feng Junhou was lazily leaning on a bench covered with cashmere, with a satisfied smile on his face.
Guan Ji's cheeks were slightly red, and she was far away from him, flipping through documents, but her eyes were always wandering inadvertently, as if she had done something wrong.
Seeing Huang Yueying push the door open and come in, she quickly stood up like a frightened little rabbit, "Uncle, you are back."
Huang Yueying nodded slightly and looked at Feng Yong.
“I’ve met Madam.”
Feng Junhou solemnly saluted.
“We are all one family, there is no need to live apart like this.”
After not seeing each other for three years, Huang Yueying was happy to see that Feng Yongyong had not only become calm, but also had the power of a superior person. She regarded him as a nephew.
"It has really changed! In the past three years, although you have not been in Jincheng, news about you still comes from Jincheng from time to time."
Huang Yueying walked up to him and looked at it carefully for a while, with admiration in her eyes, "It's a little less delicate than a few years ago."
“My body and bones are much stronger than before. It seems that I have suffered a lot in the army.”
Feng Yong giggled and did not explain.
Huang Yueying asked Feng Yong and Guan Ji to sit down and said, "After the Battle of Longyou, the news about you spread all over Jincheng. It is not an exaggeration to say that your reputation is spread throughout the world."
“After hearing the news from the front, I felt really scared.”
“To be honest, it’s hard to say what the Northern Expedition would have been like without you.”
“Thinking about what you were like a few years ago, I don’t think you have such courage. Even the Empress Dowager in the palace said that Feng Mingwen was born in the Han Dynasty and was excellent in both civil and military affairs..."
Huang Yueying may have been too happy, a little nagging, and asked a lot of questions.
Feng Yong answered one by one.
Amei was not qualified to interrupt, so she stood there, but the joy in her eyes almost overflowed.
I don’t know how long it took, but the door of the room was pushed open, and Zhang Xingyi walked in, “Uncle, sister, it’s time for dinner.”
I don’t know if it was because of what my aunt said, but the couple in the house started crying at this time.
“Is the child hungry?”
Although Huang Yueying still had unfinished ideas, the children were the most important thing, so she reminded her.
Guan Ji hurriedly entered the inner room and took the child from the wet nurse.
I don’t know whether the son or the daughter took a few puffs, but found that nothing could come out, and suddenly started dancing and crying again.
Guan Ji was so frightened that her hands trembled, her face turned red, and she muttered a few words.
Fortunately, the child cried loudly. Huang Yueying's attention was all on the child, but she did not notice Guan Ji's abnormality.
Guan Ji handed the child to the wet nurse and motioned for the wet nurse to feed her. The child stopped crying.
The child had a sense of presence. After Huang Yueying came out of the room, she finally remembered something.
She asked Feng Yong who was waiting outside: "The child's 100th day is coming soon. Have you thought of a name yet?"
Feng Yong nodded: "Sanniang gave me my nickname. Anyway, I'm used to it, so I won't change it."
The son's name is Ah Chong and the daughter's name is Shuang Shuang.
Called Ah Chong because there were many insects in the yard at that time, and also because it was easy to feed.
It’s called Shuangshuang because it comes in pairs.
“You are willing to accommodate Sanniang.”
Huang Yueying said something.
Then he asked, "The child's name will be announced to the outside world in a hundred days. What name do you plan to give?"
“The son’s name is Feng Ling, and the daughter’s name is Feng Ying.”
Feng Yong replied.
“What do you say?”
Huang Yueying could not figure out the meaning of this.
“When the child was born, it was when I captured Lingju City, so I chose the word Ling.”
Huang Yueying listened to Feng Yong's explanation and nodded, "I see, it can be regarded as placing my hope as a father."
“Why is that pair of children named Ying?”
Feng Yong smiled slightly and said, "The moths are like the golden strands of snow and willows, and the laughter is filled with fragrance. This is a sentence I wrote for my daughter, so I chose the word Ying."
As soon as these words came out, not only Huang Yueying, but also Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi's eyes lit up.
"What a sentence!" Huang Yueying praised in praise, and after thinking about it for a while, she sighed, "The daughter of the Feng family will be able to overwhelm others just by her name."
Feng Yong smiled proudly.
Is that possible?
When others state their names, they are all dry. The most they can say is to show off: "Who is my lord?"
Only my own daughter does not need to say her name at all, she just gives her unique sign: "Moths are like snow and willows are golden threads, and laughter is full of secret fragrance."
Then others suddenly realized: "Oh, it turns out she is the daughter-in-law of Feng Junhou's family!"
“Only this sentence?”
However, Guan Ji felt more and more uncomfortable the more she thought about it, so she couldn't help but ask.
The thing this person likes to do the most when it comes to articles is to read half of it and retain half of it, which is very annoying.
"This is all I have for now. I will write a song specifically for her later. Even if it is a gift for her, it is not an article."
Poetry today has only just broken away from the Confucian classics of the Han Dynasty, and various rhythms have not yet been fully formed.
Everyone just plays freely a lot of the time.
Let alone something further back like words.
Writing a long or short sentence, no one will say anything, it is impossible to say, and others will think it is creating a new style of writing.
"You do love your daughter." Huang Yueying made a note of this in her mind, secretly thinking that just these two sentences were exciting enough.
Not to mention the few articles written by this guy, few can compare with him.
Thinking about it, even the music is enough to make people look forward to it.
“Why don’t you also write a few words for Ah Chong?”
Zhang Xingyi stood up for his nephew.
“Can’t write it!”
Feng Junhou answered confidently.
Huang Yueying, Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi were choked to death on the spot.
After eating the sumptuous dinner that Zhang Xingyi specially asked his servants to prepare, Feng Yong took another bath before going to bed.
Farewell is better than a wedding, not to mention that this is the first time Feng Yong can spend the night in Guan Ji's room after Guan Ji is pregnant.
In the past few months when the leader was away, his murderous aura was quite strong. It took a long time to eliminate the murderous aura in his body, so he slept relatively late at night.
Plus, I was a little tired after traveling all the way back from Lingju, and I didn’t want to wake up the next morning.
Feeling a bright light, Feng Yong reluctantly opened his eyes. Feeling that his eyes were astringent, he immediately squinted his eyes again.
In the light of the candle, he saw a familiar figure moving in front of the window.
“Xijun, what are you doing?”
Guan Ji turned around and said apologetically, "But are you disturbing A Lang?"
Look out the window, it’s still dark.
It gets late in winter, and I don’t know what time it is.
Wrapped in a warm fine velvet quilt, Feng Yong asked lazily: "What are you doing up so early?"
He only felt sour and refreshed at the same time, and he didn't want to move at all.
"Alang went on an expedition, and all the rest was left to my concubine. Now that Alang has returned from victory, he just needs to rest peacefully, and leave the rest to my concubine."
Guan Ji stood up and walked to the couch.
Feng Yong then realized that she was actually wearing a military uniform again, and she was full of heroic spirit—but her breast muscles were a bit exaggerated.
“What are you doing?”
Feng Yong asked in surprise.
“Alang has brought back all the bodyguards this time?”
Guan Ji did not answer, but asked a question.
“That’s natural.”
Feng Yong is a little confused.
Guan Ji nodded, but she was talking about another thing.
“About ten days ago, someone sent several heads from the Phanhan area in Longxi. According to the person who sent them, they were the heads of the leaders of the Hu rebels in Longxi.”
“Oh, there’s something else?”
Feng Yong finally came to his senses and stood up, "Tell me carefully."
He really doesn’t know about this.
Guan Ji said calmly, "Six Niang synthesized the information from all parties and came to a conclusion: the barbarians on the other side of Wuhan should not be able to survive this winter."
I recall that last winter the rebels in the west of Longxi were first robbed by Xianbei, and then some of them were maimed by myself.
It seems very reasonable that they cannot survive this winter.
“In addition, Xiping has now returned to the hands of the Han Dynasty, Wuhan is surrounded by the Han Dynasty on three sides, and there are high mountains to the south. Now they may not even have the strength to climb over the mountain.”
Guan Ji sat on the edge of the couch and said, "It seems that Alang really beat them up last winter."
Feng Yong smiled proudly, "I don't even know who your Alang is!"
Guan Ji nodded and praised: "Alanguo is very powerful."
Unexpectedly, there would be another twist later, "I just heard that Alang was assassinated after the Qianghu siege of Didao was resolved last year?"
The smile on Feng Yong’s face suddenly solidified.
“I was looking through the archived files a few days ago, and that’s when I found out about this. At that time, the guards did not protect me well, and the thieves forced me to stand in front of Alang.”
“Fortunately, Siniang arranged for a hero to be on the sidelines, so Alang was safe, right?”
Guan Ji looked at Feng Yong steadily.
Feng Yong felt some sweat on his head and touched the kang, "This kang seems to be too hot."
"I don't mean to blame Alang." Guan Ji said softly, "With the leader outside, anything can happen. What's more, I heard that it was someone from the mountain gate who planned the plot."
"But it is a fact that the guards are not well protected, so I thought that I would take advantage of the winter to train the guards more."
When Guan Ji mentioned the personal guards, her face darkened slightly.
Seeing the appearance of his own master, Feng Yong felt the need to explain to his subordinates: "I don't blame them, after all, the opponent was too strong at the time."
Guan Ji disagreed with Feng Yong's statement, and said firmly: "When I was in Nanzhong, I once said that this kind of thing can only happen once."
“If the other party’s cavalry came up, I wouldn’t blame them. But they actually let someone take advantage of the opportunity and let the eagle shooter shoot Alang.”
“If Alang hadn’t been wearing fine armor, I would have thought of stabbing them alive.”
When Guan Ji said this, a cold light flashed in her eyes.
“There are infantrymen in different battalions of guards, and protecting the commander is the first priority. If they are taken advantage of, it means they are not well protected. How can we refute it by saying that the enemy is too strong?”
Feng Yong swallowed his saliva. He suddenly wanted to drink water.
Looking at the tiger girl who suddenly became murderous in front of him, Feng Junhou felt that this should be the real general tiger girl, right?
"Yes...that's right!" Feng Junhou responded spinelessly, "I didn't think carefully. I'm just afraid that Xijun will have to work harder..."
At this time, it is foolish and dangerous to reason with your own subordinates who are protecting you.
Since no one will die, there is no harm in training more.
(End of this chapter)