Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

Of course, Yan Xiaoqing, who has long used Jingyun Villa as his home, and his uncle and nephew Zeng Xuefu, Zeng Bowen, who had a good relationship with the little buns when they were young, must be among them. It is impossible for people to invite others to participate in the birthday banquet of the precious son.

"Wow, daddy, is this a pig? What a fat pig!"

Ignoring Ling Jingxuan's inquiry, the little dumpling excitedly pointed at the little white pigs on the cake that were made of cream, lying, sitting or lying down. Several young children couldn't help swallowing desperately, don't blame them Too greedy, the main thing is that this cake looks good and smells very good, they have been greedy for a long time.

"Your cake is getting more and more refined."

Xue Wuyang next to him couldn't help but admire from the bottom of his heart. Back then, he had attended the birthdays of the little buns, like their sixth birthday, right? At that time, the cakes made by Ling Jingxuan were not so pretty, but they tasted really good.

"Practice makes perfect four words, you haven't learned them before, have you?"

He is not a professional cake chef. Back then, he was just trying to make it, but now he has to make it a few times a year, so naturally he does it more carefully.

"Learning is learned, it's hard to imagine just putting it on you."

Raising his eyebrows, Xue Wuyang unceremoniously counterattacked, Ling Jingxuan didn't bother to pay attention to him, bent over and poked at the little dumpling, who was no longer so fat, but still had a fleshy little face: "Yeah, it's a pig, or a greedy pig. Woolen cloth."

"Why? Aren't we going to eat it?"

I didn't hear the ridicule in his words at all, the little dumpling tilted his head and looked silly and sweet. Many people present covered their mouths and snickered. The big dumpling who always loved his brother picked up a special candle and handed it to the little dumpling: " Don't worry about daddy, he will tease you and put candles with the second brother, okay?"

While talking, the big bun gave his father a ruthless glance, and the latter touched his nose innocently. Is he disgusted by his son again?

"Yeah."

When he heard that he was going to put candles on the cake, Xiao Tuanzi decisively forgot his previous doubts, took the candle happily, and didn't forget to give two to Xiao Liuer next to him: "Sister, you also put in it with me, and I'll let eldest brother give it to him. The biggest cake you cut, the cake made by daddy is delicious."

To my sister, Xiao Tuanzi loves her as always, and will never forget her in anything she does.

"Um! "

Xiao Liuer, who was wearing a long princess dress, nodded her head obediently. The two of them carefully placed two candles on the cake. Seeing this, Da Baozi distributed the remaining three candles to Xiaoshu and Xiaohuai, who were not much different in age. The child was excited and serious, and the seven candles were carefully inserted into the unadorned gaps.

"Happy Birthday!"

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

The candles were lit. Under the leadership of Yan Xiaobei, the children around the table clapped their hands and sang a happy birthday song together. Then Ling Jingxuan and others joined in. Dozens of people in the room were celebrating his birthday. Not to mention how happy she is, the slender and upward Danfeng eyes narrowed into two crescent crescents, and two small round dimples appeared on her white and tender face.

"happy Birthday!"

Yan Shengrui and Ling Jingxuan had squeezed into both sides of the little dumpling at some point. After the happy birthday singing was over, the husband and wife bent down and kissed his cheeks respectively. The little dumpling opposite hurriedly urged, "Little dumpling, make a wish."

"Mmmmmmm..."

This is not the first time to celebrate a birthday like this. The little dumpling clasped his hands together and closed his eyes, quietly made three wishes in his heart that he felt were the happiest, and then propped up his body and rushed forward to extinguish the candle.

"Clap clap clap..."

"Happy birthday!"

"Thank you, people are so happy!"

The little dumpling grinned brightly, which was a bit irritating for Ling Jingxuan to annoy their little ancestor again. Yan Shengrui quietly pulled him back, and Yan Xiaobei, who was already sixteen, stepped forward in tacit understanding and picked up a special long knife to cut the cake. Dividing the cute little pig into two, the little dumpling was in a hurry and rushed to stop him.

"what..."

"Hahaha..."

The cake is nothing else. The end of the little dumplings can be imagined. Everyone burst into laughter in an instant. Yan Shengrui, who pulled Ling Jingxuan back to the back, twitched the corners of his mouth. Thanks to him, he especially helped him to protect Jingxuan. He plunged into it himself.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...

Looking up from the cake full of cream, it was already covered with cream, and his face turned to his father, his choked voice was showing his grievance, Ling Jingxuan smiled and fell into Yan Shengrui's arms. get up,

Why did he raise such a son of a heavenly soldier?

"Okay, don't cry, Grandma Huang will take you to wash up."

"Ignore them, just wash with the milk."

Sensing that the little dumpling was about to cry, Concubine Yun, who always loved her grandson, Ling Wang's family, Wang Jinyu and others rushed forward, but the little dumpling cried out with a flat mouth: "No, other people's cakes... woo woo ...they haven't eaten yet..."

"what?"

"Ha ha..."

It turned out that what he was sad about was not his own embarrassment, but the fact that he was distressed for the cake he didn't eat. Concubine Yun and the others were immediately dumbfounded. When the child encounters this situation, he is not crying for his own embarrassment, but he is the only one

How to describe him

Is it good?

As expected of Yan Shengrui Ling Jingxuan's son, he is so personable! This is the unanimous voice of everyone.

"Cough, cough, alright, what's the big deal? It's a seven-year-old child. Why do you still cry when you cry? I'll make another one for you tomorrow."

I don't know how long it took, but Ling Jingxuan, who finally stopped smiling, stepped forward and took out his handkerchief to wipe the cream off his face. The little dumpling choked and said, "Really?"

"Well, really."

Dare I lie to you? This is what Ling Jingxuan didn't say. If he really dared to lie to him, it is estimated that the entire Jingyun Villa would be at peace.

"Thank you dad"

"Don't you..."

"Ha ha..."

As soon as the little dumpling was happy, he stretched out his arms and put his arms around his neck. The cream on his face immediately covered Ling Jingxuan's body. Everyone who was laughing so hard that his stomach cramped couldn't help laughing again. Some even burst into physical tears. No way, they will die if they keep laughing. The seven-year-old dumplings are still the same as three-year-olds, and they have to do something funny every day, and they are almost laughing.

"You little bastard, I have lost to you."

Looking down at the embarrassment all over his body, Ling Jingxuan, who couldn't avoid it, bent his fingers and tapped him on the head, and simply reached out and hugged him: "I'll take him in to wash first, the birthday cake can't be eaten, so just chat. "

Simply speaking to them, and nodding to Yan Shengrui, Ling Jingxuan went to the bathroom with the small dumplings in his arms.

"Now that the world is peaceful, you don't want to go anywhere?"

After the servants cleaned up, Chu Yunhan went down to rest with a few younger children, and Concubine Chen also followed. As the eldest son of the family, Yan Xiaobei naturally wanted to greet the teenagers who came to the birthday party. After they were the only adults left in the hall, Xue Wuyang pointedly started the conversation. His original intention was to encourage Yan Sheng, Rui, and Ling Jingxuan to go to the Western Country to play, but...

"After Jinghan and Shaoqi get married, Jingxuan and I are going to sea."

As early as last year, he ordered people to build large ships suitable for navigation. Of course, Jing Xuan provided the drawings. Now that a year has passed, the three large ships are ready to be in place, just waiting for them to set sail.

"Go to sea?"

Xue Wuyang frowned, and the others were all puzzled.

"Well, Jing Xuan said that there are other countries on the other side of the sea, and there are many, many different races in the world. We are just one of them. I want to go and see with Jing Xuan."

He picked up the glass and took a sip. Yan Shengrui had no intention of concealing anything. Ever since his daughter-in-law told him about the sea, continent and race, he was full of yearning for those unknown worlds and wanted to verify it with his own eyes. , Is what Jing Xuan of his family said right? Is he really like a frog at the bottom of a well, only seeing the small sky at the mouth of the well.

【End of this chapter】

Extra 10 Children's Marriage Issues

"Tam and I will go with you."

Seeing the yearning in Yan Shengrui's eyes, Xue Wuyang made a decision without even thinking about it. Regardless of whether what they said was true or not, he wanted to go see with them. With Hao on the side to assist, it was not important for him and Tamliu to stay in Xiguo. If possible, he even wanted Tam to pass the throne directly to Qi'er.