[Strategy of Yanxi Palace] Another year of spring

After winter, the streets of the capital became bleak, the number of pedestrians decreased, and the poor had no charcoal fires, so it was hard to live in the winter. The doors of the rich and the nobles were also closed, but inside the doors were bustling scenes.

Before the winter solstice, the emperor sent Ye Tianshi to the Fucha mansion to look at Zhang Jiashi's eyes, and the reply he got was "the chronic illness has no cure". Although Fu Heng knew that there was little hope, he still couldn't hide it when he heard this lost.

Zhang Jiashi, on the other hand, saw it very openly. When she heard that her eyes could not be cured, she just smiled and said nothing. She has started to practice walking with her eyes closed these days. In fact, she can’t even see it in her own yard now. She can walk as fast as flying, but she doesn't dare to let her sons know about her practice. She understands that it is difficult for her younger son to accept, and she doesn't want to poke the children's hearts.

In fact, how can Zhang Jia not care about it at all, but at her age, she has experienced all the big storms in her life, and she has tasted the greatest wealth and suffering in the world, and she feels that she can see all the scenery that should be seen. After passing, it's just that I can't see things clearly in the future. Compared with ordinary people, I am much happier.

She warmed her hands by the charcoal fire, a little lost in thought.

Her hands supported the shoulders of sixth and ninth elder brothers, touched Fu Ling'an's face, and even hugged Scarlett's soft body for a long time.

Among her children and grandchildren, she was the only one who had never touched Fu Heng's unborn child.

Thinking, she looked at the person who was beside An Jing.

Shi Chun was sitting at the bottom, with her head bowed and embroidered a bellyband. Because she was very close to the stove, she was only wearing a spring dress with a round collar and blue buttons, and her hair was just tied up in a random bun. Her stomach had already protruded surprisingly. Perhaps it was because of the pregnancy, she looked plumper than before, and her skin was as fair as before, but with a healthy blush and luster, not like the shocking cold whiteness of a girl.

The weather was cold, Shichun was pregnant, and she was never a social person, so she often stayed in the mansion and stayed in Zhang Jia's yard.Zhang Jiashi is an old lady who likes to be quiet and talk little, and Shichun is also quiet. The two of them stay in a warm room, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law can stay together for a whole day without feeling bored.

Zhang Jiashi said to her: "This flower is well embroidered, but if it is a grandfather, how can it be used?"

To this little daughter-in-law, she didn't speak too absolutely, although in fact, basically everyone in the house opened their mouths and kept saying "young master".

Shi Chun looked at her formed orchid, the bellyband was bright red, and her light white fingertips reflected some red light, she raised her head and smiled, and said to Zhang Jiashi: "This is for my daughter."

Regardless of whether it is a boy or a girl in the belly, it is not embroidered for the son.

Zhang Jiashi leaned back on the back of the chair, sat back, and nodded: "That's right, it's not bad that the sons and daughters are in pairs and make a good one."

Shi Chun smiled, bowed his head and continued, neither saying yes nor no, he said after a long time: "It's better for a girl to have an older brother, who can protect and pamper her since childhood."

Zhang Jia nodded in agreement: "No, it's better to be a younger sister in a girl's family. Being an older sister is like being a mother, so worry about it."

Shi Chun echoed softly: "Yes."

Then the room fell silent again.

During the period, the young lady also came to take two-year-old Scarlett with her.Scarlett can already walk. Although her legs and feet are still soft, and she can fall with her left foot and right foot after walking three steps, she is very tough, and she doesn't cry when she falls. She stands obediently after being helped up by her servants The clothes were slapped clean, and then staggered forward in small steps.

She walked a few steps and started to shake again. The fox fur ball stuck on her head hung down to block her view. She reached out to brush the fur ball away, and jumped to the side without paying attention to her feet.

She was really too small, she flung herself in a small ball on the person, but she could only hug the person's calf, raise her head to look, and then smiled.

"Little aunt."

Shi Chun looked down at her and smiled, her body was bulky and unable to bend down, a winking girl picked Scarlett up and stood on the ground, it looked like she pulled out a carrot from the ground and stuffed it back, this soft girl just looked at her. When Shichun stood, his eyes smiled with crescent moons.

"I really like her little aunt." Zhang Jia looked at it, and sighed with emotion many times.

The eldest young lady covered her mouth with a handkerchief and smiled: "This girl, last time she secretly sued her daughter-in-law, the reason why she likes her little aunt is because—"

Scarlett blushed, turned and took two steps.

"It's pretty." The young lady said.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the little girl's face turned red like a boiled shrimp, but she was thin-skinned, and she looked ashamed.

The masters in the house all laughed.

Shi Chun followed her palms and smiled, she stretched out her hand to call Scarlett who had gone away, picked up a small jade butterfly from the side, and inserted it into Scarlett's hair.

Scarlett raised her head, her eyelashes fluttered, and she subconsciously held her breath when she bent down, and then, the faint scent of bluegrass fell.

"Okay," Shi Chun tried to sit upright, and looked at her with a smile, "Our Scarlett is really a little beauty."

Scarlett stretched out her hand to touch the jade butterfly on her head in a daze, looked at her, pursed her lips, showed a shy smile, said in a low voice, "Thank you, little aunt", before returning to the young lady.

After she was born, as she started to speak, she gradually understood some words of the servants around her. She couldn't understand the grievances and grievances between "Su Shi" and the little aunt in those words, but she finally understood a little bit. , that is, the little aunt doesn't like her—no, it should be said that others think she shouldn't like her.

Her biological mother is not the young lady, although in Scarlett's heart, the young lady who has been by her side and accompanied her tenderly since she started to learn to speak and walk is her mother, but she still knows that she is not born to her mother. Child, in her ignorant heart, she didn't know whether it had anything to do with her own life, but she also vaguely felt that this was probably the reason why my aunt shouldn't like her.

But she really, really likes little aunt.

The gentle silhouette of her reading in the warm sun, the cool and fragrant breath enveloped her body when she bent down, her gentle eyes when she smiled, and the gentleness of her mother, but the tenderness of her aunt is different.

An aunt like a fairy, when she thought that she didn't like herself, Scarlett's little heart felt very sad.

Shi Chun watched her walk back step by step, and looked at that small back, the ups and downs of the past were no longer in his heart.

She couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

She is not a god, and there is no way to be innocent.Her first child was killed by Scarlett's mother. This little girl was even used as a pawn in the murder.But what's wrong with a child, and what does Scarlett know?

The self who is competing with a child in his heart is truly unreasonable.

So even though there was a short period of time, every time Shichun saw Scarlett, she felt a little complicated in her heart, but after she looked away, and then looked at this child, there was only pampering in her heart as an elder.

Especially after being pregnant with this child, I don't know if it's because she is about to become a mother. After seeing the child, she can't help but think about what kind of appearance and personality this child will have in her stomach.

The eldest young lady sat here, really had nothing to say, looked at the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in front of her, and felt that she was going to be suffocated here, so she took Scarlett back.As soon as she left, Shichun and Zhang Jiashi continued to do their own things, talking a few words from time to time, and the time passed quickly, and it was dusk in a blink of an eye.

In the past, Shi Chun would always take Fu Heng to leave when he came back. Today, Zhang Jia looked at the sky, and it was much later than usual, but seeing her daughter-in-law was still sitting there not looking to move, she said: "Fu Heng Heng is coming back soon, are you not going back today?"

After the words were finished, I saw the person holding the embroidery frame sitting there quietly, pinching the needle, motionless. After a while, Shi Chun turned his head, with a dazed and bewildered expression on his face.

"Ah, my mother, I seem to be... giving birth."

Then there was a rush of soldiers and horses, and by the way, Mr. Fu Heng who had just stepped into the backyard was shocked.

Before Fu Heng entered his own courtyard, he was invited over by the people of Zhang Jia's courtyard. He was still a little confused at first, but when he heard the words "Young Madam is about to give birth", he lifted his robe and ran over there. He has long legs, and he has practiced martial arts since he was a child. When he ran, the servant behind him chased him out of breath.

Fu Heng stepped into the yard with one foot, and approached Zhang Jiashi in three steps and two steps: "Emiang, how is she?"

Zhang Jiashi glanced at him, glanced at his appearance twice, and said: "I just went in, it's still early."

Following her gaze, Fu Heng saw his messy clothes while running, coughed, and straightened his clothes in embarrassment.

"Emiang, since it's still early, you can go back, there is a child watching over here, it's cold, so be careful not to catch a cold."

Zhang Jia thought about it, and it was indeed too early to start, so she nodded and said, "I won't be able to sleep tonight anyway, please send someone to notify me when there is something wrong with your daughter-in-law, you don't have much experience, and you can't help here. busy."

Fu Heng agreed.

Zhang Jia went back to her room, leaving Fu Heng to walk up and down in the yard alone, shaking all over the floor.

Around the middle of the night, the woman's cry gradually changed from small to loud, and Fu Heng also changed from wandering around in the courtyard to standing at the door to listen, with a dignified and anxious face, Zhang Jia was surrounded by people and walked quickly. When I came here, I saw my little son, who has always been dignified and prudent, squatting at the door of the delivery room, biting his lower lip. Bulong was standing behind him, either squatting down or not, with a clever round face full of embarrassment and anxiety.

If it wasn't for worrying about the daughter-in-law in the room, Zhang Jia almost laughed angrily.

"Get up, get up, don't get in the way here."

With a look from Zhang Jiashi, Mammy Lai stepped forward and walked around Fu Heng, pushed the door in, and closed the door behind the fourth young master's longing eyes.

"Er Niang, she... will be fine."

Hearing Zhang Jia's words, Fu Heng came down and stood beside her with a frown. The shouts in the room reached a new height, and Fu Heng's brows trembled.

"The doctor said that the baby is very good, and the midwife has also guaranteed that it will be safe. Don't worry."

Zhang Jiashi comforted him.

"How can I rest assured..."

Fu Heng gritted his teeth, his voice was inaudible and trembling, he avoided Zhang Jiashi's shocked gaze in a little embarrassment, and the fisted finger bones were at an angle that no one could see. Gently wiped the corner of his right eye.

Their children...they don't have a child anymore.

The pain of losing his flesh and blood two years ago, the bone-deep chill and despair seemed to crawl up his legs along with the midwinter chill. Fu Heng felt his face wet, and he subconsciously wiped it off with his hand, wondering if he was crying?

"Old lady, fourth young master, it's snowing!"

Fu Heng raised his head in a daze, and saw a snowflake slowly falling in front of his eyes, spinning around, getting closer and gradually enlarged in his eyes.

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"Whoa whoa whoa-"

It's the cry of a baby.

Snowflakes fell into his eyes, Fu Heng blinked, and the eyelashes were immediately wet with moisture.

The sound of the door opening sounded, and he turned his head away.

Ruyi ran out, with an excited face, the momentary shock at seeing the snowflakes all over the sky for the first time, and the excitement when she turned to him.

He saw clearly.

"Fourth young master, the young lady has given birth to a young master!"

young master.

She bore him a son.

Zhang Jia, who was beside her, had already entered the room quickly with vigorous steps that were a little out of date for her age. Before entering, she turned her head and looked at her son who was standing there wondering what he was thinking, and left the two wives behind worryingly. Prevent him from breaking into the delivery room at the door.

However, Fu Heng was not so happy that he got carried away. He took a step back, looked at the lit room, and listened to the voices of people walking and talking happily.

He also heard crying sounds from time to time, childish and loud, presumably that kid was crying again.

Really, can you be quiet, I can't even hear your mother's voice.

After listening for a while, the familiar, gentle voice still did not sound.

Probably too tired, fell asleep.

In the back room, the crying of the baby stopped, and soon, there were several intermittent giggles, the sound was crisp, and after a while, the baby's voice disappeared.

Fu Heng exhaled deeply, deeply, as if he had let out all the depression and melancholy that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

He was relieved.

"Bron," he said hoarsely, "this child means too much to me."

Bron was a little sad. He thought of the young master when he heard about the miscarriage of the young lady two years ago, and thought of that extremely depressing month. The young master was a man of indomitable status, with a noble status, and he was above many people since he was born. He never changed his expression in front of him, but sat on the stone steps outside the young lady's room every night, hiding his face in the palm of his hand, sitting for a whole night, his back, which was always straight like a mountain ridge, seemed to be pressed down by something Generally, curled up into a crouching arc.

Although the young lady didn't say anything, the young master could see the bitterness and resentment in her heart.The unborn child was murdered, and the reason for the murder was because of the young master. The young lady is a sensible person, so she can't blame the young master, but she feels wronged and depressed in her heart. The young master understands all of this. The guilt and pain in the young master's heart will only increase if his obsession with himself is killed.

But fortunately, now, these are all in the past.

"Master, have you named the young master?"

Bron laughed and changed the subject.

Fu Heng smiled, his eyes were gentle: "No matter what his name is, he is the treasure of my mother and me, and the person we love the most."

As for names, she knows.

It was an early autumn afternoon.

He was holding a copy of The Book of Songs, sitting in the gazebo in the garden, reading to her.

She put her hands on her pregnant belly and smiled at him.

She suddenly exclaimed.

He stopped reading, watched her look up, and said with a little surprise: "He... seems to have kicked me?"

Fu Heng held his breath, leaned forward, half knelt down, and listened with his ears.

Maybe it was really just an illusion, he waited quietly for a while, but he didn't hear any more movement.

With some disappointment on Shi Chun's face, he stretched out his hand and pushed his shoulder: "Forget it, maybe I got it wrong."

Fu Heng maintained his half-kneeling position, and suddenly said, "This child, I want to call him Fu Long'an."

"Huh?" Shi Chun looked at him puzzled, "Why?"

He hesitated, and slowly said: "It's nothing, it's just... I thought of it all of a sudden."

At that moment, the name was pushed into his mind by something, as if it was destined.

"Fulongan," Shi Chun said twice and laughed: "Okay, I will remember."

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