Chapter 440 (1/2)
The news of empress Xin's pregnancy has diluted the grief of Jiang's family, which has not yet been diluted. It also gives a boost to the spirit of Jiang's family, who has just finished funeral rites and is tired to death. Except for the big house, now the northern Xinjiang is in use of soldiers. Since ancient times, the royal family's recruitment on the eye joint bone has been regarded as auspicious. What's more, it's the pregnancy of Yuanpei's mother?
The Duke of Qin immediately decided to spread the good news to the front line in an 800 Li hurry to boost morale!
It's a pity that the Jiang family now wear filial piety inside and outside. They are afraid of colliding with the emperor's heirs. It's not easy to visit them in the palace.
But Jiang Tianhe was the first time to send his sweetheart to congratulate his daughter, and at the same time secretly asked the emperor's sex.
”Now the days are shallow, and the doctor is not sure!” It can be seen that empress Xin is in a good mood now. A few months ago, she was depressed. Her eyebrows were filled with joy and contentment. She stroked the flat abdomen and chuckled. ”It doesn't matter whether she was a man or a woman, or whether she was a natural child of the palace, as long as she was healthy and intelligent!”
”My sweetheart said with a smile:” my mother is blessed. Only half a year after the book, such good news came out. Huang Si must be strong and intelligent, and as handsome and lovely as your majesty and your mother
Empress Xin smiled modestly: ”I'll borrow your aunt's auspicious words!”
My heart went back to Xinfu, and told the story of Tongjiang Tianhe. Jiang Tianhe was worried: ”can't you break it? Let's ask later If only it were the prince! This time, the second uncle sent the news that Bing ER was pregnant to the front line to boost morale. If bing'er is a male heir, he can take advantage of the war in Northern Xinjiang. Please seal the crown prince as soon as he lands! ”
When the time comes, as long as you are good at raising this child, you can see what the big room is struggling with!
It's the new year's Eve. Because of the death of the Duke of Jibei, the Jiangs are full of filial piety. In order to please the Jiangs, many officials also dress up for the Duke of Jibei and avoid feasts and pleasures. Although the new year's Eve feast is as luxurious as before, it's so cold and pure that the Empress Dowager Jiang feels very uninteresting.
Fortunately, when the emperor and empress were first parents, they were very excited and active at the new year's Eve banquet, which finally made the banquet not too ugly.
After the new year, a circle of relatives came down to the Lantern Festival.
At the end of the new year, Mrs. Zhuang remembered her husband's advice before he left, and wrote a personal letter, calling her sweetheart to come to her: ”since I left 20 years ago, I haven't seen my daughter again. Now she and her son-in-law are in Shazhou. It's hard for me to stay in Beijing for a long time. If she can start, let her come back! One is the reunion of mother and daughter, and the other is the affairs of son-in-law. If you have me, you may as well say something. ”
Worried about Jiang Qizheng's forced journey for the reunion of her mother and daughter, she stressed, ”everything is based on my son's body! Don't force it! ”
Mrs. Zhuang is looking forward to the return of her daughter and son-in-law. In autumn, the weather is good and she is taking the lead in the sun in the court.
It is impossible to settle down and enjoy the sunshine with three infants under the knee.
She held a bowl of egg soup in her hand. Jiang Jingkun, Jiang jinglang and fu'er sat in rows on the soft couch that moved to the court. Screens were set around to keep out the wind. Cushions were padded behind the children to rely on. Small quilts were wrapped around her to keep out the cold. One by one eyes were staring at the pale yellow egg soup, waiting for autumn billows to feed them a small spoon in turn.
One spoon handed it up, and the one who was fed was immediately happy, a little slower, and Jiang Jingkun and fu'er, who were already able to talk, cried out anxiously, ”Dai Generation! Cut generation! ”
Jiang jinglang, who can't speak, jabs at her. Qiu Hualan feels like she's surrounded by three chicks. She's dizzy because of jabbering. She feeds this one and that one, and laughs as she feeds: ”don't worry. There's a lot of custard. Eat it slowly Take your time and don't choke! ”
Just as it was busy, a screen was moved away a little, and the river frost flashed in and blocked the tuyere.
”Prime!” Jiang Jingkun, the biggest one, has already remembered people, and is often taught by his nurse. Seeing him come in, he whines and shouts, stretches out his short arm, kicks off the quilt, and stands up unsteadily for hugs.
”Cool carefully!” Jiang Yashuang said with a smile. He walked to the couch step by step, one by hand, picked him up with fu'er, and skillfully heft. Then he said, ”it seems heavier than yesterday!”
Alone, Jiang jinglang, who was left without a hug, was not upset. He gazed at the silver spoon in his mother's hand cheerfully. Obviously, he felt that it would be better if there were no two brothers to snatch food.
Autumn drag LAN digs the egg soup to the son while saying: ”they are growing the fastest now, put their eyes forward and say they don't see. In fact, they are the same in a few days, which is most obvious when they are dressed.”
”The heartless lang'er, coming as a father, doesn't even give him a look? Isn't it better for you to kiss my father than for your mother's half bowl of egg soup? ” Jiang Yashuang holds his nephew and nephew, afraid that they will be frozen, puts them back in the quilt, and touches their little heads to appease them. In autumn, he digs the egg soup and raises it high, finally drawing his attention to the past.
Jiang Ya frost took the opportunity to hug his son in his arms and kissed his plump cheek: ”Hey! A lot of weight! ”
He was full of love for his son, but Jiang jinglang did not appreciate it. When he saw that the delicious egg soup was gone, he took a bite of the tasteless corner of his clothes instead. Suddenly, when his mouth was flat, he would cry!”Get me a bowl of custard!” Jiang Ya frost has no choice but to call Su He.