I opened a medical clinic in ancient times

Xue Qingling slowly got up from the bed, yawned, and then slowly put on thick clothes. The four corners of the room were still lit with charcoal fires, making the whole room very warm.

The clothes were incensed, and it was still the self-adjusting fruit wood aroma that he was used to.

Pei Shu sat on the bed and meditated to adjust his breath. After rubbing his cheeks, Xue Qingling covered his face with his hands and secretly looked at him through his fingers. There was an uncontrollable smile on the corner of his mouth. Their little fat man had already woken up in good spirits. He was lying on his back on the bed, playing on the bed by himself, stretching out his short hand to reach his feet.

However, the weather is getting colder, and the clothes on his body are getting thicker and thicker. He is already a chubby little guy. How can he move flexibly, so he can only work hard in vain.

Xue Qingling put on warm boots, exhaled to cheer herself up, almost dragged her hands and feet and walked to the door step by step, only dared to gently push the door with her fingers, the raging cold immediately discovered this In the gap, the cold wind blew on his face, making Xue Qingling shiver uncontrollably.

It's too cold!

Today is much colder than yesterday.

In the past few days, the temperature has dropped one after another, and there are no leaves on the dead branches outside. The cold wind cuts on people's skin like a knife.

Xue Qingling, a southerner who is afraid of the cold, experienced the northern winter for the first time.

It was so cold that he wanted to cry.

Although there are charcoal fires burning indoors and fire walls everywhere, the house is as warm as spring, but the indoor and outdoor temperatures are as warm as spring, and so cold that he can't even cry.

Getting up early and going out every day required Xue Qingling to muster up great courage, only dared to poke open the crack of the door lightly, and slowly let her body adapt to the cold wind outside.

It's too cold!

It's colder than yesterday!

Xue Qingling sniffed. When he got up yesterday, he thought that it would be so cold, but he didn't expect that today it would be colder and colder, and colder and colder. The dry cold wind stuck to his skin, and he felt that his skin was going to crack up.

Just being blown by a little bit of cold wind outside made Xue Qingling feel timid immediately, wishing she could turn around and go back to the bed immediately, and she will stay on the bed all day today without moving her nest.

Then hold the hand warmer of my son in my arms, which is more effective than Mrs. Tang, and I can hold it for a day.

As for the big meal, I forgive the young master of the Xue family for being helpless...

Although it is definitely not cold in the kitchen, if you walk from the room to the kitchen, you must accept the torture of the cold wind, and you can't bear it.

After more than a dozen times of mental construction, Xue Qingling turned around, her previous ambitions had vanished, and he just wanted to hold his husband and son under the covers and not go anywhere.

The timid deserter Xiao Xue dawdled back on the bed.

Or wait until noon before leaving the house!

Pei Shu opened his eyes and looked at him with a smile: "Why are you back again?"

Mingming just said that she would cook a table of delicious food for her husband, but now she came back empty-handed.

Xue Qingling: "..."

Thinking of how hard it is for her husband to stay at home in the morning these few days, if she just wasted time on the bed, she seemed to feel sorry, Xue Qingling rolled out of the bed and got up again, mustering up the courage to walk to the door again.

"Wait." Pei Shu stopped him, found a red cloak from the suitcase, warmed the clothes with internal energy, and wrapped the hooded cloak around Xue Qingling's body with his own hands.

This red cloak is the same bright red color as the cinnabar mole between Xue Qingling's eyebrows. There is a snow-white white crane embroidered on the back, which is about to fly.

This cloak was a gift from Pei Shu to Xue Qingling, and it was also made by him himself. The fur was hunted by him, and the white crane embroidery on it was also sewed on by himself. It was precisely because he thought of the cold winter in the north that he specially made it for him. Do it to keep out of the cold.

But Xue Qingling kept this piece of clothing at the bottom of the box.

It's not that he doesn't like it, but that he doesn't want to wear it, and always says that he can wear it until the weather gets colder.

"Why did you wear this one for me? Give me that gray one. I'm going to the kitchen later, be careful of getting dirty." I don't want to use it on weekdays. How can I go to a place like the kitchen with oily smoke now? wear clothes like this.

"You are not allowed to take it off once you put it on. If you don't wear it today, you won't wear it tomorrow. When will you wear it? You can't disappoint your husband's heart."

Xue Qingling's face was blushing, not because of anything else, but because she blushed with shame. In other families, husbands sew clothes for their husbands, but in theirs it was the other way around.

His husband's embroidery work made him feel ashamed and wanted to dig a hole in the ground, wishing he could go back to his childhood and study embroidery hard.

"Besides, if it is dirty, it will be dirty. Husband will change you new clothes when the time comes. I have heard about the deeds of our young master Xue from my mother. I have to make hundreds of sets of clothes a year. Now I am married to my husband. , will never make you less than before."

"Well... one hundred sets won't work, let's make two hundred sets?"

"How can there be so many..." Xue Qingling murmured, "Mother, he wronged me."

Pei Shu: "Your mother asked you to go home and look at the ledger to count. There are only a few more."

Xue Qingling: "..."

Xue Qingling rubbed her face in embarrassment, is he really that prodigal?

"So your little-known little hobby, my husband will definitely satisfy you."

He, Pei Shu, only wears his same set of clothes for most of the year, while his husband is a clothes-changing madman. Clothes, I have to change another set of clothes when I go back to the house.

Young Master Xue said angrily, "Hmph, what are you doing with so many clothes? Do you want us to kiss each other and change clothes once?"

Pei Shu couldn't help laughing: "If you want, I don't mind either."

Young Master Xue snorted arrogantly, and said angrily, "I'm going to the kitchen, so I won't tell you more."

He said so, but he didn't take off the big red cloak on his body. After being embarrassed by Pei Shu, both his body and his clothes exuded endless warmth outside.

Xue Qingling couldn't feel the cold wind blowing on her face.

"Fu Lang, go slowly."

Pei Shu watched his leaving back, with a gentle smile in his eyes, turned to look at the little Pei in the cradle, and after feeding the little chubby boy, let him roll on the carpet alone.

Little Pei kept "babbling" in his mouth, and he didn't know whether he was humming or expressing his dissatisfaction. After rolling around in the carpet, he propped himself up with his small arms, and the whole body The man sat on the blanket. At this time, the hat on his head had disappeared, and he looked at Pei Shu with a blushing face.

Pei Shu put the Little Red Riding Hood back on for his obedient son, wiped his saliva, and hugged him in his arms. The more he looked at his son, the more he liked him. He lowered his head and kissed and squeezed the little guy lovingly With his chubby face, he thought it would be more comfortable to bring his son at home in the cold weather.

Pei Shu held a rattle and sat on the carpet with the cloth tiger to amuse him. When he was around, the little Pei didn't like to climb to other places anymore. Instead, he kept on pushing Pei Shu, with great ambitions. Want to climb on his father's back.

While climbing, he happily pulled Pei Shu's long black hair. Pei Shu's waist-length hair became his natural climbing rope.

In the past, this guy liked to hold on to Pei Shu's hair, but now it's even worse. He was weak in two or three months, but now he's trying his best to pull his own father's hair Bald.

"Let it go..." At this moment, Pei Shu finally felt the power of Nie Zi.

Little Pei pulled his hair, very happy, and deliberately smiled to show his father, grinning and showing four small white teeth, "Hey..."

"Are you still laughing? Are you still laughing? Let go of your father's hair."

Pei Shu patted his little fat face as a warning, letting the little guy let go, but it may be because of the lack of tacit understanding between father and son, little Pei didn't receive his warning at all, and continued to grab his father recklessly Pulling her hair happily, she crawled into Pei Shu's arms with all her hands and feet.

Pei Shu tore the fat caterpillar off his body, grabbed his little claws, and freed his hair from his hands.

After being robbed of his hair, little Pei snorted a few times in dissatisfaction, but he didn't care, because Pei Shu's black and thick hair was scattered behind his shoulders, and it was everywhere. What can I do?

His little Pei can catch it again!

The less a child is allowed to do something, the more he wants to do it, until he gets tired of playing it himself.

For some reason, he fell in love with Pei Shu's hair today.

Pei Shu, who was playing "Hair Defense Battle" with his son on the carpet, suddenly regretted it. If he had known that he would face such a fate when he went home all morning, he might as well have gone to the palace to deal with the two little princes.

At least the kids didn't dare touch his hair.

"You still don't let go? Let go, little fat man, is daddy's hair so funny?"

"hey-hey……"

"Are you really my son? You laugh so hard?"

……

"Master, a guest has arrived." A sudden voice from outside interrupted the "hair defense battle" in the room.

"Guest?" Pei Shu suddenly had a bad guess in his heart, and when he saw the three little guys, the bad guess in his heart really came true.

"Is Uncle Seven in the palace?"

"Second brother, can we still see our little cousin?"

"Third brother, can you be quiet?"

……

The steward of the palace led the three young highnesses into the mansion. The leading highness, the crown prince, kept his left hand behind his back without saying a word, with an old-fashioned look, while the second and third princes behind him spoke a lot.

"I won't, I won't be quiet, I will talk, second brother, you don't care about me, I want to see younger brother, younger brother, younger brother!!!" The third prince finally went out of the palace once, and it was a time when he was very excited. He couldn't stop opening his mouth at all.

He is the youngest among the brothers in the palace, now that Uncle Qi Wang has a youngest son, wouldn't that be his younger brother! ?

His Highness the Crown Prince stopped for a moment, turned his head and glanced at him, the Third Prince immediately fell silent, ran to his second brother and shrank his neck.

Originally, it was his and second brother's idea to go out of the palace to Seventh Prince's uncle's house today, but with his and second brother's strength alone, the two poor little princes couldn't leave the palace alone. .

"The prince is inside, let the princes go in."

After listening to the housekeeper's words, the third prince ran into the house like a wild horse that had run loose: "Uncle Wang! Uncle Wang! Uncle Seventh Prince! Hey——"

The third prince and the little Pei Shu in Pei Shu's arms stared with big eyes.