Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

In late spring in Luoyang in May, flowers that have been gathering strength for a season burst into bloom, seemingly vying for the final splendour of the vibrant landscape. It turns out the government office here, planted with roses, herbaceous peonies, and tree peonies, is a flower-loving institution. When Luoyang's flowers bloom, their brilliance fills the capital.

Chun Yang and Xiao Qing followed the main group closely, following the eldest brother who was running and playing wildly with a small windmill in the blooming courtyard. They stared at the second brother who was leisurely admiring the flowers. They were mesmerized by the fragrance of the flowers, marveling at the rich flowers in the world and impressed by the beautiful scenery of nature. "It's so beautiful!"

"What huge flowers! So many and so big!"

"So beautiful!"

Xiaolu also came over to marvel at the sight of the blossoming flowers. "I heard Luoyang City is so beautiful now, both inside and outside the city!"

When Wangshu woke up in the afternoon, he asked someone to prepare tea and snacks in the flower-viewing pavilion. He lay lazily and motionless, immersed in the flowers.

"Only the true national color of peony can move the capital when it blooms."

The beauty of the country, the fragrance of nature, the elegance and grace. The king of flowers, Yao Huang, the queen of flowers, Wei Zi, and even a green peony in this courtyard. Its flowers are white on the inside and green on the outside, with delicate petals and two round outer petals, and the flowers are plump and shaped like hydrangeas.

Qin Laoer was half lying on a small hillside covered with a thick quilt next to his mother. Wangshu held her in his arms, head to head, staring at the two green peonies, intoxicated and unconscious. Over there, the mother and daughter were admiring the flowers in a trance, and here, Tiger Son was holding the windmill high and running around, sweating all over.

Qin Xiuyuan called him over to wipe the sweat off his back. The boy was tough and active, and his red shirt, shorts and vest were dripping with sweat. He was nothing like the sweet and soft girl in the red jacket. His son's small body was stiff. "Brother, can you drink some water?"

Since my son and daughter haven't been named yet, I've followed my wife's lead and call them brother and sister. It's bad enough that the husband is the head of the wife, but now the idea of ​​father and son is completely ignored.

The eldest brother is different from his younger sister. He still remembers his father, who has the same eye color as his and his sister. He knows that this is the father he goes to do business with, so he calls him "Dad" in a loud and exaggerated voice.

"Dad! I want that flower!" He pointed domineeringly at the green peony not far away on the path that his mother and sister were staring at infatuatedly.

The flowers in the yard had been in full bloom for ten days, yet no one dared to ask for even half a blossom. But since the little devil had arrived, he had already picked two peonies and a rose before the two of them woke up. Now he was even more confident in his desire to pick the only green peony plant with two blossoms in full bloom.

Qin Xiuyuan pointed at the three-ton flowers that he had plucked and then placed on a small table at the side without showing any interest. "The flowers will wither if you pick them, but they will grow on the branches. You can come and see them with your mother, sister, and father tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. You can see them for more than ten days."

"Put the bottle in! Watch it even when you're asleep!" the child yelled, dragging his father over. "Mommy! Put the bottle in!"

Wangshu, who was leaning against the coffee table, was holding his daughter. The big one and the small one turned their heads at the sound. The fat little girl dragged her father over and sat down. She opened her arms and hugged her mother's waist. She looked up and said the same thing, "Mom, put the bottle in!"

Wangshu reached out and hugged her son. Although the boy was reckless, after several corrections, he knew that he was not as important as his sister and sat directly on her lap. "Mother wants to come to the yard to appreciate the flowers. She doesn't want to put them in a vase."

"Put the bottle in and watch it even when you sleep!"

Wangshu pulled his pigtails while he was yelling, "Brother, your voice is so loud that it hurts mother and sister's ears."

Qin Lao Er rubbed his ears with his hands when he heard the noise, and said in a delicate voice: "Guo Guo~ noisy~"

Boss Qin pouted but stopped yelling, "I'll put the bottle in and watch it even when I'm sleeping!" He still insisted on his opinion.

"There are only two flowers here. Daddy and Mommy want one, and brother and sister will take one away. If they are put in a vase, they will only last for three days, but if they are grown in the ground, they will last for three more days. What do you think we should do, brother?" Wangshu made the arrangements on the spot, answering questions with a question, and handed the problem to his son.

The fat man was embarrassed and discussed with his sister, "Sister!"

The cute girl refused to pick it, "Grandpa Tang is watching too. He's still waiting for Uncle Zhang."

Even Zhang San, who stayed behind in Jingcheng, thought of it.

Tang Bo, who was leading the patrol team in the distance, had sharp eyes and ears, and his heart suddenly felt wet and sticky. The girl was really thoughtful!

As soon as Grandpa Tang and Uncle Zhang were mentioned, the little fat boy was no longer hesitant. The bottle could only be seen inside the house, and many people could not enter the house, so they could not see it.

He ran over and pulled Uncle Tang over, "Grandpa Tang, look!"

Wangshu borrowed the man's help to stand up and returned to the pavilion. He watched his son dragging people one by one to look at their own half of the flower. His daughter even pointed at her brother, "Guoguo, don't touch it!"

"Sister, I didn't touch it!" He turned around to look for a witness, "Grandpa Tang, I didn't touch it!"

"Okay, okay, brother is tall and it's blocking my view. Let's stand further away and let you stand in front."

The little fat boy immediately moved his sister's wooden horse to the side and said, "Sister, sit here and watch!"

I stood behind my sister.

With children, your life is always noisy, tedious, worrying and focused.

In the pavilion, Wangshu, who was leaning against the man, sighed, "Raising a baby is annoying, isn't it?"

Qin Xiuyuan's eyes were glued to his two children. He was happy no matter how he looked at them. The chubby son was lively and the chubby daughter was cute. "It's not annoying. My daughter doesn't recognize me." Sad!

The wind carried the fragrance of flowers and the childish chatter of children. Wangshu played with the man's braids. "When we first arrived in Jingcheng, Wanting and her husband almost didn't recognize each other."

They are apart more often than together, and the separation is long-term, and the children's memory is not stable. Now her cousin's sons don't recognize their father. The eldest son, Wang Bao, is already an adult, but he is not close to his father.

Qin Xiuyuan felt quite sad after hearing this. General Wang was a capable general and had a very fierce son. When would this chaotic world end and when could the family be reunited?

"Shushu, I'm afraid Changan won't choose me." Qin Xiuyuan pulled the person up and said something without any context.

Chang'an, under attack from both sides, had remained impregnable for three months thanks to the natural barrier of Tongguan. He suspected that even if Chang'an ran out of ammunition and food, it would not surrender to Luoyang.

General Qin, who had attacked Hancheng fiercely for two months without success, also stopped to wait and see. With three powers in a stalemate, everyone wanted to wait for the mantis to catch the cicada and then take advantage of the situation.

The Liao Kingdom and the Dashi Kingdom in the north were surprisingly united and patiently rested.

"Just wait. Your territory is so big, just defend it. There are a lot of iron mines in Xiangyang, so get some equipment."

Wangshu felt at ease, knowing that the major grain production areas of the Central Plains and Suzhou and Hangzhou were within her grasp. She was confident that her equipment would catch up.

At least those idiots wouldn't dare to bully others, and she wouldn't have to bow to anyone she met.

"The literati in Chang'an never stop writing. Just ignore them." Qin Xiuyuan gave the young woman a warning. The literati's insults range from murderous to vulgar, saying that he was born a bastard and sold his mother for fame, which often affected his wife and children. It was unbearable to listen to.