After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

"it is good!"

The fifth brother answered particularly loudly, took a few steps back, and waited obediently, holding the corner of the third brother's clothes.

Old and young are in order.

Qin Yaoguang picked up the flowery note with "Yan Yuanan" written on it, handed it to the second child, and said softly: "My child, your safety is your mother's greatest hope for you."

The second brother's heart was shocked, and his pair of black eyes became inexplicably deeper.

Could it be that mother knows?

Otherwise, why would the word "Yuan" be used in his name?

But his birthday was only known by his adoptive mother who had raised him since he was a child.

After his adoptive mother's death, no one in this world should know his biggest secret.

but……

Since my mother is the incarnation of a Bodhisattva, it is not surprising that she knows.

Looking at Qin Yaoguang's gentle eyes, the second child took the flower note from her hand with both hands and thanked her: "Thank you mother for giving me a name."

No matter what, he knew that his mother had no ill will towards him, and that was enough.

"Yuan An."

Qin Yaoguang called him softly: "Be good in the future, respect your elder brother, and take care of your younger brothers and sisters."

"it is good."

It's just one simple word, but it's a very serious promise.

Qin Yaoguang was certain in her heart that Yan Yuanan would never betray his brothers and sisters again in this life.

"Yanshi Banquet."

She handed him the flowery note with the third brother's name on it, and her eyes couldn't help but fall on the scar on his palm.

The wound had healed, but an ugly pink-purple scar was left, winding across his palm.

It doesn't match his slender white hands.

Feeling her gaze, Yan Shiyan curled his fingers slightly and covered the scar with flowery paper.

"Do you still remember what you promised me?"

What Qin Yaoguang was referring to was that he had promised not to hurt her again.

Yan Shiyan lowered his eyes nervously, not daring to look her in the eye, and whispered, "Mother, I did it."

It's not that he didn't have the desire to hurt himself, but he controlled himself.

His childhood experiences haunted him like a nightmare, leaving him restless and following him everywhere.

However, it is much better now and only occurs occasionally.

But since he promised Qin Yaoguang, even if he felt sad, he would try his best to control himself and use other things to divert his attention instead of hurting himself.

As he said this, in order to prove his words, he reached out and tried to roll up his sleeves to show her his arms.

Qin Yaoguang gently pressed his hand: "I believe you."

Yan Shiyan's crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled, and a thin layer of mist floated over her beautiful pupils, immersed in the water light.

"Always be cheerful and talk with a smile."

Qin Yaoguang looked at him and said in a soft voice: "It is the meaning of your name, and it is also your mother's expectation for you."

Yan Shiyan blinked, tears welling up in his eyes.

"it is good."

His voice was a little choked, but his tone was firm.

"Good boy."

Knowing that he was strong-willed and would not want to see him cry, Qin Yaoguang picked up the last piece of flowery note, squatted down and handed it to Lao Wu.

"Do you recognize the words above?" she asked with a smile.

Lao Wu lowered his head and read word by word.

He knew the character "Yan" because he had seen his eldest brother and fourth sister write their names.

He had learned the character "Yang", but he was unsure about the character "Jin".

"Yan Jinyang."

Qin Yaoguang pointed at his name and said to him: "Our Xiaowu needs to be treated well!"

"Yan Jinyang!"

He held the flowery paper in his little hands and danced with joy: "I love this name so much! Thank you, mother, for giving it to me!"

Yan Jinyang's unconcealed happiness was pure and sincere, infecting everyone's emotions.

Everyone has a smile on their face.

He waved at Qin Yaoguang: "Mother, please lower yourself a little."

Qin Yaoguang didn't understand what was going on, so she bent down and approached him again.

"Come on!"

Yan Jinyang kissed her deeply.

"Mom, I love you so much!"

Children express their love so directly.

Qin Yaoguang smiled in surprise, opened her arms to hug him, and kissed his chubby little face.

Who made him the youngest?

There is no need to be so cautious and you can pamper her without restraint.

Yan Jinyang laughed so hard when she kissed him, his little face turned red, he was so adorable.

The older kids were secretly envious of him.

I wish I could be a few years younger so I can throw myself into my mother’s arms and act like a spoiled child.

Yan Changqing twisted his fingers and found that he was a little jealous.

Jealous that Yan Jinyang could be so close to her.

After giving the greeting gifts, the children were given names and the family dinner ended successfully with laughter and joy.

Bailu and Dongqing took the boys back to Zhufeng Courtyard. Qin Yaoguang held Yan Jinyin's hand and walked on the way back to Huamu Hall.

The lanterns cast warm light from the corridor, stretching Yan Changqing's standing figure into a long black shadow.

Back in the bedroom, it was still early.

To let Guyu light up another candlestick, Qin Yaoguang picked out a new book from the bookstore and read it with relish.

If she read at her original speed, these storybooks would not be enough.

This made her cherish it every time she read it and read it word by word.

It seems that by deliberately slowing down the reading speed, more content can be seen in the storybook.

"Master, it's time to rest."

Guyu glanced at the clepsydra and gave a gentle reminder.

Qin Yaoguang hummed, then reluctantly put down the book in her hand and let her take care of her while she rested.

However, perhaps because her daily routine was disrupted and she slept too much during the day, Qin Yaoguang lay in bed for a long time without feeling sleepy at all.

All the incense sticks in the incense burner have burned out, filling the room with a faint fragrance.

Qin Yaoguang simply stood up, put on his robe and lit the candle.

Hearing her movement, Hanlu, who was sleeping in the outer room on night duty, held the candlestick in her hand and quietly lifted the curtain and came in.

"Your Highness, are you thirsty?" she asked softly.

Qin Yaoguang shook his head and ordered, "Dress me."

She couldn't sleep and wanted to sit down.

Based on her experience in modern times, she should be able to sleep well after expending some energy.

After putting on his clothes, Qin Yaoguang came to the desk.

Just as I was about to pick up my brush to start painting, I heard something extra in the whistling wind coming from outside the window.

Let the cold dew open the window, and the white snowflakes dance lightly in the night.

Qin Yaoguang stretched out his fingers to catch a piece, and said with interest: "Let's go out for a walk."

The winter night was cold, and Hanlu wrapped Qin Yaoguang tightly before following her out of the door.

The Princess's Mansion was not completely dark in the night.

There are illuminated lanterns in the corridor and oil lamps lit on the stone platform in the courtyard.

In the hazy night, snowflakes flutter gently like catkins, quietly and silently beautiful.

The Princess's Mansion has a unique flavor on a snowy night.

Before she knew it, Qin Yaoguang walked out of Huamu Hall and came to the small lake.

She did not go to the water pavilion, but just walked slowly along the lakeshore, feeling the relaxation from her soul.

"Hanlu, go back and get the zither for me."

In this situation, she suddenly had a strong urge to play the piano.

"But Your Highness..."

I am worried about Cold Dew.

If she leaves at this late hour, won't Your Highness be left alone?

Qin Yaoguang smiled and said, "What could possibly happen in my Princess's Mansion?"

"Yes."

Hanlu left in a hurry, and Qin Yaoguang walked forward leisurely.

After walking about ten steps, she heard the regular "splashing" sound of water coming from the lake.

And, getting closer.