little son-in-law

"Xiaojin? Come in." Apart from Xiaojin, Nangong Qiuhu couldn't think of anyone who could knock on the door at this time.

"Father, why did you rest so early? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" As soon as Mo Nanjin entered the room, he saw Nangong Qiuhu lying on the bed, not in good spirits. He knew that his father, like his father, had strict self-discipline. It is rare to see them nestling in bed during the day.

"It's snowing today, so you don't need to dress warmly." Nangong Qiuhu got up, pulled him to sit by the bed, and added charcoal to the fiery red charcoal basin.

"Just walking around at home, but not going out."

"It's better to be careful, you are not alone now." Nangong Qiuhu shook off the quilt on the bed, and said: "Come on, go to bed, let's sit and talk for a while, father and son."

Mo Nanjin agreed with a smile, except for his robe and boots, he got under the quilt, Nangong Qiuhu helped him carefully tuck the corners of the quilt, and also came up, and the two sat side by side.

"After traveling for so many days, can you still bear it?"

Mo Nanjin looked at her still flat stomach, and said with a smile, "He's still very young, so he doesn't bother people much."

Nangong Qiuhu nodded, and said, "That's good. Your injuries haven't healed all these years. I've been worried that you're pregnant now, and the burden will be too heavy."

"Father, it's all old injuries. Except for martial arts, the rest is fine. Don't you think I've been doing well these years? I can eat, sleep, and make money." He knew that his father had been hiding something in his heart Deep guilt.

Nangong Qiuhu also knew that Xiao Jin said this because he didn't want to blame himself, so he didn't continue. Besides, he knew that those injuries couldn't be repaired with just a few words.Over the years, he has also sent many people out to find a cure for Xiao Jin, but there has been no major progress. Some people say that the witch master of Nanshao has supernatural powers and can cure any disease in the world. He probably knows this. There are elements of exaggeration, but Yu Xuanxuan was once a witch in Nanshao, and she really saved Xiaojin's life twice. This is a fact, should I try it?He also couldn't make up his mind, it was too risky after all, Xiaojin was pregnant now, and the relationship with Jingshen had stabilized again.

"Father, is it the matter of the eldest princess that makes you unhappy?" Mo Nanjin asked proactively.

Nangong Qiuhu sighed slightly, and said: "There is no joy or joy, Xiaojin, you probably know that Xilan is not the son of the late emperor, he is the child of my father and Concubine Ying. There were two princesses in my generation, but they all died early. In the end, there was only one girl, Xilan, who was doted on by everyone, and her temper was inevitably domineering. My father asked me to take good care of her when he was dying. I was too tolerant of her, even though I knew that she and the Liu family had done a lot of wrong things together, I only gave them a private warning. When Jiang Cheng died in the battle, I also felt that something was wrong, but after searching, I couldn't find the exact truth. It is not until recently that I have confirmed that Jiang Cheng and your affairs are inseparable from her. I can forgive everything else, but how can I forgive her for what she did to you two. "He guessed that Jingshen would do it years ago, because the child had been waiting for too long. He left the capital and came to Nanshan this time, and he meant to acquiesce, but he still couldn't help but feel sad when he really got the news of her death.

He still remembers that year, when imperial concubine Ying, imperial father, and father passed away one after another, the young Xi Lan cried on his knees, "Brother, you are the only one left for me."

"Father, don't think about it too much. The Eldest Princess has already gone, and I don't want to pursue the past. I think Prince Yu knows, so I can feel at ease." They are all in dilapidated bodies. Father's heart disease has not recurred very often recently, but it does not mean that it will be cured. Father is also worried about this.

"I hope so." Fortunately, Xiao Jin is still there, and he can do his best to make up for it, but Jiang Cheng has no chance, "This throne should have belonged to Jiang Cheng. I passed the Nine Dragon Blood Jade to him, but he never took out the token until I ascended the throne."

"Is it this, dad?" Mo Nanjin pulled it out from his arms, a gift from the empress dowager to the two little guys.

Nangong Qiuhu was surprised, "Why are you here? Jingshen gave it to you?"

Mo Nanjin shook his head, "It's the Empress Dowager."

Nangong Qiuhu came to a sudden, "It turns out that she has been at her old man's place all the time, so it's hard for her to pretend to be confused all these years." After taking it and looking at it for a while, she returned it to Mo Nanjin and said, "Since I gave it to you, you can keep it. Do you have any other plans to talk about?"

"I think so too."

The sky outside was gloomy, the snow was falling more and more heavily, and the windows were trembling when the wind blew. In the middle of the afternoon, the house was already completely dark. There was a little light in the charcoal basin, and Nangong Qiuhu and Mo Nanjin were both gone. When the lamp is lit, I hug the quilt, sit on the bed and whisper, and occasionally there is the sound of charcoal crackling.

For the first time, Nangong Qiuhu felt that he could get so close to this child. He had never mentioned some things to Rong Xi, but when he was with this child, he said it naturally. How should this child say, there is a strange After talking with him, because of Xi Lan's death, the dull feeling that had been accumulated in his chest dissipated a lot.

After waiting in the study for a long time, but no one came out, Rong Xi began to worry, and finally couldn't help but push the door open and come in. Seeing their father and son whispering together, no matter how tough his heart was, he softened. He used to fantasize about this The scene, I didn't expect that after so many years, Xiaojin has grown up and it can be realized.

"It's so dark in the room, you two don't know how to light a lamp." Rong Xi closed the door and lit the oil lamp on the table.

Mo Nanjin smiled and said, "I've been busy talking to Dad."

Nangong Qiuhu guessed that it was getting late, so he lifted the quilt out of bed, roasted Mo Nanjin's robe on the fire, and handed it over, "You should get up too, it's time for dinner later." Rong Xi said in a low voice: "It's not that you are meddlesome." Xiao Jin came so quickly, the one who sent the message was not the second choice.

Rong Xi smiled and confessed: "Okay, I am troublesome." Seeing this, this matter is over for the time being, so he is relieved.

When they came out fully dressed, Mo Nanjin pushed the door open, and the wind blew snowflakes straight onto his face. He shivered, and Nangong Qiuhu pulled him back: "I got off the bed just now, my body is hot, don't freeze."

Mo Nanjin wrapped his cloak and said with a smile: "It's okay, I didn't expect the snow to be so heavy." The ground was covered with white.

The three of them returned to the inner courtyard, but one of them didn't see them. Counting the time, they guessed where they were all. They went over to have a look, and sure enough, they were all in the kitchen.The north wind was blowing outside, but it was very warm inside, Yuyang and Mingyue were making wontons, Mingting and Xiao Mo were boiling water at the stove, their faces were bright red from the flames, and they were whispering something, The three little guys sat in a row around the charcoal basin, and the sweet scent of hawthorn syrup in the small pot above it came out from time to time.

Mo Nanjin washed her hands and planned to pack with Yuyang Mingyue. Nangong Qiuhu and Rong Xi didn't know what to think, but they also rolled up their sleeves and came to help. These two people are the ones who have never smelled smoke and dust since they were young. Mo Nanjin was very worried that the wonton soup tonight would be a piece of soup, so she quickly tried to persuade her, and she said it nicely, but in fact, the most fundamental meaning was, go and rest on the sidelines.

Nangong Qiuhu pursed her lips and said nothing, only a little smile leaked from the corner of her eyes, but Rong Xi laughed angrily at him first.

But Yuyang didn't care about it, he added a new bench with a smile, and started to teach them how to make wontons seriously. Fortunately, there are beautiful ways to wrap wontons, and there are stupid ways to wrap them. Yuyang teaches the kind of stuffing. The most stupid wrapping method is to roll it up. The wontons wrapped in this way are not good-looking. They are straight and sticky, unlike other people’s, like small ingots, but the taste is the same.

It's cold now, and Yuyang's stuffing is mutton and green onions, which have been processed beforehand and have no smell at all.

When Mingyue was cooking wontons, Xiao Mo blanched some small rapeseed and the couplings made earlier, put the small rapeseed and quail eggs in each bowl, sprinkled a little dried shrimps and fresh green coriander, cut them into pieces It may not be as good-looking as the ones on the outside stalls, but the homemade ones must be sufficient.

This season is the most suitable time to eat mutton. It doesn't feel greasy at all, and it is full of fragrance. After eating, people feel warm. After dinner, drink a bowl of sweet and sour hawthorn syrup. There is no more comfortable day than this.

After the new year, the next day is the 25th year. The snow has not stopped yet. When I wake up in the morning, the ground, trees, and roofs are covered with snow, and there is a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere. There is already a thick layer of snow on the ground. There is a creaking sound when you step on it, but this does not stop the annual fair in Nanshan Town. , especially the first two days are the most, and in the next few days, small businesses and hawkers who are far away from home will pack their things and rush home for the New Year.