On the Correct Posture of Probation of the Villain

In the 23rd year of Qing'an, the back garden of King Xu's capital——

Xu Nian was sitting on the swing in the back garden, surrounded by silence, only the sound of the wind blowing against the flowering tree on one side, and the small but dense white flowers on the tree rustled with the leaves.

Footsteps sounded behind him, Xu Nian was holding the swing with both hands, the man took his steps lightly, but there was the sound of rings hitting his body, and the scent of orchids came from behind him.

The next moment, the man pushed his back with both hands, and the swing was raised, and Xu Nian was carried up into the air by the swing, and the man behind him laughed out of a joke.

The little maids around also covered their mouths and laughed lightly. Concubine Xu Huo Shiyun stood behind the swing. She has always been generous to others, and her temperament is a bit naive. Seeing the little maid who served Xu Nian since childhood laughing, I just feel that it is lively It's a bit popular to live up to this good time.

It's just that when the swing fell, Huo Shiyun pulled her son into her arms, seeing that Xu Nian's little face was still not smiling, she felt anxious and flustered.

Huo Shiyun stretched out her fingers to prop up the corners of Xu Nian's mouth, and said aggrievedly, "Baby, why don't you smile. Look, you look so pretty when you smile, you are simply the most beautiful baby in Xu country."

Xu Nian blinked, but did not respond.

Huo Shiyun took it for granted, hugged Xu Nian tighter, and let her son's head rest on her shoulder.

Her son had some twists and turns. Earlier, he was afraid of mental insufficiency, but now he was afraid of poor health. Xu Nian was born with thin meridians, and his body grew smaller than children of the same age. Although he was nine years old, his stature was so small Children aged six or seven are average.

Huo Shiyun reached out to touch her son's slender wrist, then covered his little cold hand, and carried Xu Nian back to the bedroom.

The Daming Palace of the Xu Kingdom is deep and deep, with glazed tiles and red pillars, and bronze bells ringing slightly at the eaves corners of the corridor.

Xu Nian rested her head on Huo Shiyun's shoulder, and looked down to see Huo Shiyun's crimson skirt meandering on the dark floor tiles of Daming Palace.

Huo Shiyun also hummed a section of Xu folk songs in a low voice. The section she hummed was a section of words that her mother prayed for her children to grow up safely.

Xu Nian put one hand on Huo Shiyun's shoulder, and Huo Shiyun held the other hand in his palm. The fragrance of orchids lingered quietly on the tip of his nose, and the soft folk songs sounded in his ears. He felt a little sleepy, lowered his head, and looked at the The corner of the crimson skirt showed a trace of tenderness, and her heart softened suddenly.

He closed his eyes and fell into a dream. He didn't even know that the corner of his mouth raised an arc on his habitually expressionless face, and he babbled, his voice was soft and tender: "Mother."

Huo Shiyun's humming stopped, Xu Nian was reticent, she seldom spoke like a mute, naturally she seldom yelled "Mother", and Huo Shiyun was flattered to be called "Mother" all of a sudden.

She said: "Baby, what's the matter?"

But there was no response, and he turned his head to look, only to find that Xu Nian had fallen asleep, so he carefully tugged on his cuffs, hoping to cover the child's little hands more, the late spring wind was still a bit chilly.

When Xu Nian woke up, it was the twilight. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. In the bay window pavilion in front of the bedroom, his mother-in-law Huo Shiyun was leaning against the carved window railing. Pretty good.

And King Xu Zhao is waving his sleeves and splashing ink, painting his beloved wife.

Huo Shiyun was a little impatient, but probably lost a bet and had to let King Xu Zhao paint, and asked after a while: "Zizhao, have you finished painting yet?"

"Zizhao, I'm thirsty."

"Zizhao, my shoulders are stiff."

"Xu Zhao, have you finished painting?"

Xu Zhao looked at her and shook his head, sighing that although a beauty is beautiful, she can't stand being noisy.

"When I was young, my second brother raised a red-mouthed black-haired mynah, who could not only speak human language but also sing operas. When the mynah sang operas, it was very rare, but when it didn't sing operas, it was special. Broken mouth."

After Xu Zhao finished his strokes, he looked up at Huo Shiyun, with a half-smile, "That red-billed bird couldn't stand it, let it sit still for a while, and would yell 'I'm hungry', 'I'm thirsty', as soon as it opened its mouth It’s really just an enlarged version of the noisy sparrow.”

Huo Shiyun spoke, and Xu Zhao pricked up his ears, waiting for Huo Shiyun to scold him, but saw Huo Shiyun jumping down from the bay window, and ran over with her skirt in hand, saying softly, "Baby is awake, but where are your shoes, baby?" ?”

Xu Zhao bowed his head. His only son, Xu Nian, had no shoes on his little feet and was only wearing a small coat. Before his beloved wife came over, Xu Zhao reached out and picked up his son. Xu Zhao forced him into his arms.

"Take it easy." Huo Shiyun complained, she was alone in the bedroom with her husband, and asked the attendants to retreat, so no one knew that Xu Nian, who was asleep on the bed, woke up.

"How can a boy be so delicate?" Xu Zhao replied to Huo Shiyun, then reached out to touch Xu Nian's little feet, Xu Nian continued to hide.

Xu Zhao frowned, Xu Nian was silent, he would occasionally call out to Huo Shiyun, mother, because he knew that Huo Shiyun's real age was nearly half a hundred, and because Huo Shiyun really loved and doted on him, he sometimes called out when his heart softened.

But for Xu Zhao, Xu Zhao was only sixteen years old when Xu Nian was born in this book world, and he was only two years younger than Xu Zhao when he had an accident in his previous life, so he has never called Xu Zhao father.

Probably because of this reason, Xu Zhao Mingming has only one wife, Huo Shiyun, and Xu Nian, the only son, but the two have never been close.

Xu Zhao went to touch his son's feet and found nothing, then tightened his arms. Xu Nian was so trapped that a pair of small feet were held into the hands of his young father in this life. There was not much warmth in his hands, but a little cold.

Xu Zhao scolded in dissatisfaction: "Xu Nian, you are already nine years old, don't you know how your body is?"

Huo Shiyun was originally worried about the relationship between her son and her husband, and she was dissatisfied when she heard the words, so she said to Xu Zhao: "You don't like to stay with the baby on weekdays. If the baby doesn't kiss you, don't you reflect on yourself? Are you still scolding me now? Baby, does Xu Zhao have a father like you!"

When Huo Shiyun said this, she was so angry with herself that she couldn't stop talking, counting down Xu Zhao's irresponsibility to her son like pouring beans.

Xu Zhao couldn't insert his mouth, and Xu Nian got a headache when he heard it. He thought for a while, and said amidst Huo Shiyun's chirping: "That little red-billed bird can't stand it anymore. If it's quiet for a while, it will yell, 'I Hungry' and 'I'm thirsty', the mouth opens and closes so that no one can get in, it's really an enlarged version of the noisy sparrow."

After the words fell, Huo Shiyun also stopped talking, Xu Zhao and her were surprised together, he looked at his son, Xu Nian just repeated Xu Zhao's words verbatim, Huo Shiyun blinked: "Baby you?"

Huo Shiyun suddenly reacted again, and opened her mouth: "Hey, isn't this—"

Turning to Xu Zhao with apricot eyes: "You just said I was a noisy sparrow? Or was it an enlarged version?!"

Xu Zhao was stunned, then lowered his head and rubbed Xu Nian's hair, couldn't help laughing and said, "You are really amazing."

Huo Shiyun glanced at him, didn't continue to bother with him about the "noisy sparrow", and went to get Xu Nian's shoes.

Before she stretched out her hand, Xu Zhao took it. Xu Nian sat sideways on his lap. Xu Zhao bent slightly to put on shoes for his son. The maid in the bedroom came in to hold the lamp. The side face is elegant and soft.

The man who scolded his son just now put on shoes for his son, no matter how you look at it, he is a loving father. He doesn't know how much he treasures his son, Huo Shiyun couldn't help laughing.