Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"Then what is Jingxuan, the child is still young..."

The son who was thrown on the bed was crying 'heartbroken', Yan Shengrui was so distressed that his face was tangled, and the child's control attributes were revealed.

"It's just because I'm young that I need to be disciplined."

Xiao Tuanzi is not his son alone, and he will feel distressed, but when it is time to discipline, he must not be soft-hearted, otherwise they will harm their son.

"But.

"No buts."

Yan Shengrui still wanted to say something, but was rejected by Ling Jingxuan. He looked distressed at the little dumpling on the baby bed. He didn't dare to act, unless he wanted to stand guard for his daughter-in-law again at night, and he didn't want to experience that kind of thing a second time.

"Woooo..."

The little dumpling went from crying loudly to whimpering with grievances. His tearful eyes never saw anyone coaxing him. Gradually, the cry became smaller and smaller, and finally Gān Cui sucked up with his little finger and cried. The sound also disappeared, and everyone in the room who had been worried for a long time was dumbfounded. Are they too lazy to cry or are they tired of crying?

Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but complain of all kinds. He's seen laziness, who has seen laziness like this? It's just a blink of an eye, thanks to their heartache, the little bastard will stop crying if he doesn't cry, and it's time to play laughing and laughing again.

"Cough cough... Daughter-in-law, you are still the best. You will take care of your son's affairs decisively in the future."

It was difficult for him to accept the fact that his son was lazy even crying. Yan Shengrui put his arms around his daughter-in-law and leaned on his shoulder, saying that, but looking at the baby, his eyes were full of doting smiles. Maybe he was really a little biased. It's a dumpling, but who made the little dumpling look like his father, it really makes people feel that the pain is not enough.

It's better to be like this, turn his head to look at him, Ling Jingxuan buried his head and finished the rest of the painting. In the situation just now, if the big bun is definitely not going to work, he can scold Sheng Rui severely, but he can't do that to the big bun and the others. , If a few little brats stand up and rebel against him, then he will be the one who will have a headache.

"This is the walker? How does it look weird?"

Picking up a sketch drawn by his daughter-in-law, Yan Shengrui raised his eyebrows in confusion. In his opinion, it was a miniature version of a baby girl with wheels, armrests and sunshades added.

"That's a stroller. We don't need to hold the baby in it when we go out in the future. It can be adjusted here, and the baby can lie down or sit."

Ling Jingxuan, who finally drew another picture, pointed to the middle of the stroller and explained it briefly. He drew it from memory, and he had to ask Brother Zhao to help him study the details. Shen, whoever holds him for a long time will have numb hands. Now the little buns can't hold him anymore. With the stroller, they can take him for a walk in the future.

"Well, this is quite convenient, so this is a walker?"

Nodding, Yan Shengrui picked up another sketch he just drew, Ling Jingxuan said while collecting things, "Well, as long as the child is put in the walker in the future, he can move on his own, but he still needs someone to watch. , so as not to fall or something, I know you feel sorry for your son, and I also feel sorry for him, but his size is really too big, it will not be good for a long time, we should let him move more, after the new year, he will be six It's been a month, and the food should be rationed regularly, so he can't just feed him if he wants to."

How can a father not love his son? It's just that they are hurt and they have to use the right method. Childhood obesity is also a big stubborn disease that takes away the child's life. Give him control at an inopportune time. When something really happens in the future, it will be too late. What he wants is meat buns. , not a lump of fatty meat, the right amount of meat will be lovely, too much meat will be bad.

"You are the doctor, you have the final say, but these two cars are not bad. In the future, when Lao Zhao makes them, they will be sold at Baiyun Pavilion. Our little group should also pay attention to being unique, right?"

Every time Ling Jingxuan makes a good thing, even if he doesn't send it to Baiyun Pavilion, Zeng Shaoqing will get it. It's like the cosmetics he made. Now it's denitrified in Beijing because it's sold in limited quantities. Yes, many people can't buy it without breaking their heads, and they make a lot of money, but as long as he thinks that others will use the same things as his little dumplings in the future, he will not hesitate, and the palace is not short of money, but Can't be wronged by the small group.

"Okay, let's keep this for our exclusive use. If someone who is close to us needs it in the future, we will give it as a gift. It's more or less personal."

Knowing that he wanted the best and the most unique for his children, Ling Jingxuan did not refute his request. In fact, he did not give Baiyun Pavilion the little Tang suits, jackets, cowhide boots, etc. , In the entire Qing Kingdom, only the little buns have them. Every time they dress up handsomely, he is indescribably satisfied.

"It's okay to give it away, just sell it. Please, Lao Zhao, please make it for us. After the new year, we will have a lot of entertainment, so it can come in handy."

Yan Shengrui would never say that, he simply wanted to show off with his son.

"Hehe...you, you have to have a limit to spoil your sons. Be careful of spoiling them."

Seeing what he was thinking at a glance, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help shaking his head, even though he was also fond of his son.

"Spoilt is spoiled, don't you want them to become the second generation of dandy? Isn't that just right?"

Raising his eyebrows, Yan Shengrui was very domineering. It would be more perfect if he didn't wink at him after he finished speaking.

"It seems to be the same, I almost forgot my goal, but I don't have any hope for Xiaowen and the others.

, the small group is still a little possible.

It's been a year and a half since he came here in the blink of an eye. Although the goal set at the beginning has not been achieved, Xiaowen and Xiaowu can't be called a meat bun, but at least he is no longer a black and thin bun, and how much he is still Satisfied, as for the second generation ancestor's plan, instead of putting it on the stingy little bun, it is better to put it on the small dumpling like white paper.

"Ha ha."

Yan Shengrui hugged him and raised his head to laugh. Even his Jingxuan family couldn't change Xiaowen's stinginess. Although he no longer had to shout for a long time with a couple of taels of salt as before, he had to spend a lot of money. , except to buy things for the little dumpling, he has never seen it once, and it is estimated that the stingy problem will follow him for a lifetime.

Chapter 393 Mother and son's knot, the origin of everything

"Daddy, why are we going to the palace tomorrow? I don't like it there."

Before going to bed at night, the little bun wrapped in the quilt pouted with a pouting face. Although there are Brother Chu Yan and Brother Ninth and Tenth in the palace, there are also many annoying people. The last time I went, those people seemed to be watching. Look at them like monsters, and the annoying royal uncle, who doesn't want to see them.

"Hehe... We are going to the palace tomorrow to kowtow to the father's mother, your other grandma. Don't the little buns want to see the grandma?"

Smiling and leaning down next to the room, Ling Jingxuan fondly touched his head, the little bun frowned in disgust, and then he lowered his eyes and mumbled sullenly, "Why doesn't Grandma Huang live with us? We are in Lingjia Village. Didn't grandma and grandma all live with us when we were there? Did grandma Huang dislike us?"

Don't look at his young age, in fact, he knows that many people don't like them, but they always remember what their father said. People who don't like each other don't care about their liking, but Grandma Huang is different. She It is the father's mother, their grandmother, if she doesn't like them, he will be very sad.

"Fool, our little buns are so cute, how could Grandma Huang not like you?"

Seeing his son's discomfort, Ling Jingxuan touched his face and said softly, "The reason why Grandma Huang doesn't live with us is just like Uncle Chu can't live with us. Her home is in the palace, and the palace doesn't come out if anyone says it. If you don't believe it, Little Bun will know when you see Grandma Huang tomorrow, she must love you very much."

Even if she has not seen Concubine Yun, Ling Jingxuan is sure that she is thinking about her three children. Men in this era generally get married at the age of fifteen, and royal children get married earlier, and Yan Shengrui is twenty-nine this year. As long as Concubine Yun looks like a mother, it is impossible not to care about the children, even if the children were born to him, a so-called demon.

"Really? Then I'll go to the palace with my father and father tomorrow. I'm tired. You can go back and rest."

Xiao Baozi's sensitive heart was comforted, and he was tired because he was used to going to bed early and getting up early. Ling Jingxuan leaned over and kissed his forehead lightly: "Then daddy can leave, are you sure you don't want daddy to watch you fall asleep?"

The child is getting older and he doesn't need him more and more. Ling Jingxuan really doesn't know whether to be happy or sad.