Chang’an Peasant Girl

Eight hundred years old?

Isn't that an antique?

Ye Zhi understood and asked again: "Do you want this calligraphy and painting?"

Gong Juechen first ate the half-eaten preserved fruit in Ye Zhi's hand, and then said with a playful smile: "I don't have any objection if you give it to someone, but it's best not to give it to Xingxing. There are a lot of them in Xingxing's little private treasury. Baby, there is nothing missing about this.”

Jingjing was afraid that Ye Zhizhen would give her the child, so she advised: "Ye Zi, you should keep such a precious thing. Xing'er is really not lacking."

Su Yixing said, "I asked my aunt for it, isn't it because I don't have it?"

"Haha" Ye Zi was immediately amused again, "It's useless for Auntie to keep that anyway, so I'll give it to you Xing'er."

Su Yixing immediately thanked him happily: "Thank you, aunt!"

Jing Jing was so angry that he laughed. She really has nothing to do with her children. And everyone around her doted on her children, leaving her even more helpless.

On this day, Xiao Changyi cooked a table of dishes.

Xiao Changyi even had a rare drink with Gong Juechen during the meal.

After having lunch at Gong Juechen's place and staying for a while, Jing Jing and Xiao Changyi went home with their four children.

During this period, no one mentioned anything about the Han family.

It’s late May in the blink of an eye.

The weather has become uncomfortably hot, and the pregnant Anjing is even more afraid of the heat and almost doesn't leave the house.

The room was quite cool because of the ice, but outside, looking at the bright sun anyway, An Anjing felt hot and didn't want to go out at all, so Xiao Changyi just let An Anjing stay in the house.

On this day, Jing Jing was being supported by Xiao Changyi and walking around the table.

Since she stays in the house and doesn't go out, she can't lie down and sit all the time. This is not good for the child in her belly. Therefore, Jing Jing will be supported by Xiao Changyi from time to time and walk around the house.

"Mother! Mother!" Suddenly, the children's cheerful voices sounded from outside.

Jing Jing laughed immediately. She didn't even see the child, but she still responded loudly: "What's wrong, so happy?"

As soon as she finished speaking, four children ran in. Their foreheads and bodies were covered with sweat, and their clothes were soaked with sweat, but each of them still held a set of clothes in their hands.

"Mother, Aunt Yao has made clothes for us again, saying they are for this time of year, look." An Yiyun showed the clothes to An Jing as if offering a treasure.

Xiao Changyi helped An Jing sit down on a stool, then took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from the foreheads of the four children.

Jing Jing watched the four children stretching out their clothes in front of her.

The clothes are all sky blue, and there are some exquisite patterns embroidered on them. The workmanship is very exquisite, and they are very light and breathable. They are suitable for this weather.

There is also a word embroidered on the clothes, four sets of clothes, which are Jingxing Qingyun. It is obvious that they were specially made for the four children.

Tuoba Yao always makes clothes for the children. Tuoba Yao is a very good girl and very particular. The clothes she makes for the children are naturally very beautiful without losing the status and identity of the children.

Jingjing looked at the clothes first, and then asked with a smile: "What, are you deliberately trying to anger mother, saying that mother has never made clothes for you?"

She was really bad at being a nun. The clothes she made were so ugly. She tried it once, but finally decided not to make them for her children. It was so ugly that she herself felt her nun was embarrassed.