Chang’an Peasant Girl

Seeing Jing Jing laugh out loud, even though he knew that Jing Jing had teased him on purpose just now, Xiao Changyi was not angry at all, and even the tenderness in his cold eyes increased a bit.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the trembling calf of their youngest son Zama Buza, so Xiao Changyi patted their youngest son's head: "Take a rest before piercing."

An Yiyun was weak, not as good as Su Yijing, Su Yixing, and An Yiqing, his three elder brothers. He couldn't last long like this kind of physical work, but he gritted his teeth and continued.

"No, Yun'er is still going to pierce!" An Yiyun said this sentence very stubbornly, his little face was full of little expressions of not admitting defeat.

Xiao Changyi didn't speak.

Jing Jing felt distressed, "Yun'er, be good, you can take a rest before piercing." Her youngest son's legs were still shaking.

"No, Yun'er is still going to be pierced!" An Yiyun still said the same thing. Despite his stubbornness and persistence, his calf trembled even more, and his teeth clenched even tighter.

Looking at the trembling little short legs, An Jing felt even more distressed.

Xiao Changyi also felt bad.

"Yun'er," squatting in front of An Yiyun, said quietly and angrily, "Didn't you promise mother to be obedient, obedient, don't prick, when you rest, you Can you tie it up again?"

"Not good!" An Yiyun's eyes turned red instantly, and his voice choked up, "Eldest brother, second brother and third brother are still piercing, and Yun'er wants to do it too! Why can elder brother, second brother and third brother do it, but Yun'er can't?"

Looking at An Yiyun's red deer eyes, An Jing felt extremely uncomfortable.

The only unsatisfactory thing about her and her husband-in-law is the body of their youngest son.

"Yun'er, your physique is not as good as that of your brothers, be good, stop pricking, stop pricking." Quiet and good-tempered, she wanted to pull An Yiyun's little guy so that her youngest son would not prick again up. She really couldn't stand the distressing look of her youngest son.

But before An Jing's hand touched An Yiyun, An Yiyun was exhausted and sat down on the ground.

And as soon as he sat on the ground, An Yiyun cried sadly: "Big brothers can do it, why can't Yun'er? Yun'er is obviously a child of his parents, so woo woo Yun'er wants to be like his brothers, woo woo"

An Jing's heart was about to be broken by An Yiyun's crying, and she quickly hugged the child sitting on the ground into her arms, and comforted her distressedly: "Yun'er, your physique is innate, we are not sad, no Sad. Even though your brothers are better than you in physique, you have a better memory than your brothers. Last time your mother taught you to recite poems, none of your brothers could memorize them, but you were the only one who did it. The ruler is short You have strengths, you can't compare your weaknesses with your brother's strengths."

Even though the consolation was far-fetched, An Jing still comforted her so much. Now she is flustered by the crying of her youngest son, and she doesn't know how to comfort her.

"Mother, Yun'er just wants to be like the brothers." An Yiyun was still crying sadly, and was out of breath, "Every time the brothers can pierce, Yun'er can only do it." You'll get tired after a while, oh, Yun'er, don't be like this"

"Yun'er" An Jing's throat choked, and the choking hurt.

So far, the best doctor they know is Gong Juechen, but Gong Juechen can only cure their youngest son so far, but cannot completely cure him.