Tell me, who is the child?

Suburbs of Beijing.

The willow leaves are inlaid with charming branches, and with the wind lightly touching the stream, a cluster of peonies blooms by the stream, fluttering wantonly in the sunny and warm sunshine.

A famous light brown horse came galloping along the path, and the high-spirited young man jumped off the horse and walked towards the small house ahead.

Stepping into the courtyard, the fragrance of flowers and tea comes to the nostrils, and the scene in front of you is full of warmth——

Han Mengliu was sitting in a bamboo and rattan chair, with her black hair lightly pulled back, holding a flower branch with one hand, and gently rocking the cradle beside her with the other.

Xia Zhao stepped forward, stopped when he reached the cradle, bent down and tapped his daughter's soft smiling face with his fingertips, and then smiled at Han Mengliu: "What are you two doing today?"

The little baby smiled sweetly and stretched out his paws to hug Xia Zhao's finger, which seemed huge to her. Xia Zhao avoided it deliberately and made a face at his daughter.Han Mengliu smiled lazily, "She'll either fall asleep or babble, what can she play? It's just being with each other."

Immediately, Xia Zhao frowned slightly sadly, and Han Mengliu knew that his casual words made him think too much, so he added: "But with her company, time passes quickly."

Xia Zhao really showed a happy expression, "Yes, even if you don't do anything, you are still happy when you are with someone close to you. Is dinner set?"

Han Mengliu got up, raised her hand to straighten Xia Zhao's messy hair, "Hungry? I didn't ask the kitchen to cook, and I was tired of eating it every day. I'll take His Royal Highness to try it out later, and I'll have tea for now." How?" Turning around and entering the room, he ordered the nanny to take the daughter away and put her to sleep.

Xia Zhao stood outside the house, gently stroking the touched spot on the top of his head, with a smile on his face.

After entering the house and sitting down, the temperature of the tea is just right, and the leaves are very new, not too strong or too weak.One bite into the stomach, the fragrance rushes to the top, the body is light, and the fatigue of running around is gone immediately.Xia Zhao felt warm in his heart.

Han Mengliu brought out a large tray from the kitchen, on which were freshly cut vegetables and meat, Xia Zhao's eyes lit up, "This is...eating hot pot?"

Han Mengliu smiled, "Can I?"

Xia Zhaowei has never seen food that is not yet cooked, so he leaned over to look curiously: red pieces of meat, white fish fillets, green vegetable leaves, soft mushrooms, tender tofu...all of which can be squeezed out of water. It looks like it has a light fragrance.

"Isn't hot pot only eaten in winter?"

"I want to eat it." Han Mengliu said, "There is another one that matches it. You must have never eaten it."

Xia Zhao was in high spirits, watching Han Mengliu come and go, took out the copper pot and lit the charcoal fire, waited for the soup to boil, and then took out a dark iron box that looked like a bench from the kitchen.Put charcoal blocks into the box, light the fire, cover it with a hollowed-out iron net, and use a brush to brush oil on the net.

"This is……"

"Bake and eat." Han Mengliu signaled Xia Zhao to sit down, and pointed to the different powders in the small dish on the table, "With different ingredients, the taste is also different. I also made several kinds of hot pot ingredients, you can try them all." .”

Xia Zhao was full of joy, "I often eat barbecue, but I always eat roasted meat. I have never roasted it myself. It seems quite interesting."

Han Mengliu put the vegetables into the copper pot, "It takes time for the oven to heat up, so eat the hot pot first. Not only meat, but vegetables can also be grilled, and sometimes it tastes better than barbecue."

"Really?" Xia Zhao's eyes lit up again.

"This hot pot is also very particular. If you want to eat fresh vegetables and soup, you should put the vegetables first and then put the meat; Let's eat food."

"Yeah." Xia Zhao happily watched Han Mengliu add the first piece of cooked dish to his bowl, picked up and dipped the ingredients, put it in his mouth, and shouted with puffed face and no regard for etiquette: "It's delicious! It's better than anything I've ever eaten before!" Swallowing hard, "I don't think you can eat like this."

Han Mengliu wrote lightly: "When I was a child, I had to eat everything in order to live, but gradually I started eating tricks."

Xia Zhao's heart froze, he didn't want to bring up Han Mengliu's sadness, so he turned around, "Yes, where did you get this oven?"

"Walking around in the kitchen today, I saw some in the corner of the cabinet. It must have been left here by Mr. Cheng. By the way, I can use it myself. Mr. Cheng won't mind, right?"

Han Mengliu's tone was normal, and Xia Zhao felt relieved, "The house is already lent to us, why would you mind this? You can use it as you like. If you like it, I'll ask someone to find a better one tomorrow."

Han Mengliu was noncommittal, just smiled.

The two ate in the copper pot for a while, and then moved to the oven.

It was still Han Mengliu who roasted first, Xia Zhao felt itchy to see it, and couldn't help but get started, his body was covered in smoke, his luxurious clothes were also splashed with oil, and his mouth was even more greasy.He raised his sleeve to wipe it off, but Han Mengliu hurriedly stopped him, "Why are you completely ignoring it?"

Xia Zhao chuckled, "Anyway, it's dirty, so let's get to the bottom of it." He insisted on wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

Han Mengliu had no choice but to say, "This time, His Royal Highness has learned the bad habits of the people, and willfully regressed a few years, so he is not afraid of being punished by the Holy Master or the Tai Tuo again?"

Xia Zhao said disapprovingly, "I am in front of your father and Taifu, so it is naturally different." His eyes became serious.

Han Mengliu didn't say anything, just handed over the freshly baked food.Xia Zhao said while eating, "Baking it yourself is different from eating ready-made ones."

Han Mengliu said, "Which one does His Highness like?"

Xia Zhao said firmly, "Bake it yourself."

Han Mengliu said: "Of course I like it just once, but after a long time, I'm afraid it will be disgusting."

Xia Zhao frowned, he didn't know if Han Mengliu said this just to discuss the matter, or had other meanings.But at this moment, he didn't want to think too much, after all, this was a month he had won with great difficulty.

"It's a pity that the child is too young to eat together." Xia Zhao put down the bowl and chopsticks, his eyes burning, "Ameng...you can give the child a name."

Han Mengliu finished eating too, wiped her mouth and cleared the table, "It's not like I haven't thought about it."

Xia Zhao immediately became excited, "What are you thinking?"

"If you ask me to take it, then I will say, even if you think it's not good."

Xia Zhao nodded vigorously with anticipation.

Thinking of her daughter's sweet smile, Han Mengliu unconsciously raised her eyes gently, "Let's call her Yiyi."

"Yangliu Yiyi..." Xia Zhao read softly, and the evening wind blew into the room, engulfing the fragrance of willow leaves, "It matches your name, and has the sweetness and gentleness of a woman, very good."

"Let's use it as a baby name. I'm afraid even you can't decide on those that need to be included in the classics."

"In short, we both call her Yiyi, which is considered special."

After the meal, drink tea to get rid of the tiredness, and when the food is almost gone, Xia Zhao goes to practice martial arts in the court—as a prince, he practices twice a day in the morning and at night.Han Mengliu sat on the sidelines and watched silently, not commenting, let alone exchanging ideas.

When Xia Zhao was about to finish practicing, Han Mengliu went to take a bath, and then Xia Zhao went to take a bath.When Xia Zhao returned to the bedroom, he would see Han Mengliu reading a book leaning on the bed.

This scene has been repeated for [-] days, Xia Zhao is not only not bored, but more joyful every day.

After blowing out the lamp, the two lay down side by side.Not long after, Xia Zhao began to toss and turn carefully: Han Mengliu couldn't help laughing in his heart: He knew Xia Zhao wanted to flirt with him, but because of his self-esteem, he wanted to prove that he had changed his ways, so he insisted on pretending to be a gentleman every day.

In addition to being ridiculous, it is also a bit sad——

For example, Xia Zhaowu guessed that he didn't like many people, so he only left a nanny, a cook and a handyman.As a result, the inexperienced little prince never thought that with only a few people, he would not be able to take care of everything in the house, so he had to do many things himself.

The little prince specially asked the cook to carefully prepare the three meals, and to serve all kinds of delicious dishes in turn, thinking that he must be happy to eat, but he forgot to ask him what kind of taste he likes.

For another example, the little prince always kindly asks him to take a bath first at night, but he doesn't know that he likes to take the last bath: at that time, the bath room is warm and steamy, and the hazy feeling is more satisfactory.

The thing that made him most helpless was the matter of Yunyu. In fact, he didn't mind whether he did it or not, but the little prince tossed and turned every night by his side... hey.

It is really not easy for someone who is used to asking others to suddenly please others.

Sometimes he got playful and wanted to talk to the little prince, but he was afraid that once he said it, he would inevitably have to deal with that guy's grievances and remorse.

Thirty sunrises and sunsets, the elapsed time is quite long, but when you look back, it is very short.For the last meal when the two got together, Xia Zhao specially set up a few large jars of fine wine, claiming that they will only rest when they get drunk.

As a result, he collapsed on the table unconscious after most of the altar went down.

Han Mengliu resignedly recalled that in his impression, he had indeed only seen the little prince drinking lightly in a delicate cup.He picked him up and dragged him to the bathroom, thinking that it would be nice to fall asleep after getting drunk.

It's a pity that the good times don't last long. Not long after washing and going to bed, Xia Zhao grabbed Han Mengliu's collar and kept rubbing his head against his chest, "Ameng, Ameng, Ameng..."

Han Mengliu was speechless.

In the past 30 years, no one has called him by this name, so every time Xia Zhao calls, he always has to respond.

"Ameng, Ameng!"

There was no response for a long time, and the politeness and restraint that he had worked so hard to maintain in the past month collapsed in the drunkenness. Xia Zhao's tone was urgent and crying, and he clenched his hands even tighter.Han Mengliu was afraid that he would tear his clothes, so he could only say, "Well, what's wrong?"

Xia Zhao lay on Han Mengliu's chest and raised his head, fixed his eyes on the past, "Ameng, do you...hate me?"

Han Mengliu was taken aback, and Xia Zhao said to himself aggrievedly: "I know, you just hate me, not only hate me, but also...disgusting me, hating me...hating my father for ruining your family, and hating me for taking your place , I hate my father and me for using you, disgusting that I used to treat you like that, hate me... shamelessly relying on you. I know that you have been acting lovingly with me this month because you have promised to export. I also know, I Asking you like this is... despicable, isn't it? Isn't it?!"

Han Mengliu could only feel more helpless, thinking that you were right, why did you ask me?

"But Ah Meng..." Xia Zhao sniffed, and was about to cry, "I like you, I really like you...I didn't know before, so I messed around...Why, why don't you like me... You just like me, what can you do if you like me..."

Hey.

Han Mengliu looked at the blushing and coquettish person in his arms, thinking that he was quite big, but it was more difficult to coax than the one foot long who couldn't talk or walk.These drinking mantras are indeed sad and pitiful.

"Xiao Zhaoer."

Suddenly hearing the long-lost address, Xia Zhao looked up stupidly, even though he was drunk, his spirit was a little tense,

Han Mengliu stroked her rosy cheeks, and sighed, "You are still young. When you meet someone else, or accept a concubine, or..." His eyes moved to the void, "One day you will sit in that seat, and you will You know, everything right now is not worth mentioning."

Xia Zhao narrowed his eyes.

"Go get a concubine, how many princes, nobles, talented men and beauties..."

"No!" Xia Zhao's eyes shot fiercely, "Do you just think I'm a child, naive? I want to tell you, I want to prove it to you, no! One day you will be convinced..." The last few words were vague, he finally let go of his restrained emotions, hooked Han Mengliu's neck, closed his eyes and kissed.

Both of them were wearing jackets, which should have been easy to take off, but Xia Zhao insisted on tugging for a long time irritably before pulling them apart.

Han Mengliu didn't resist, nor did he cater to him. He hesitated when Xia Zhao entered, but he finally let it go, and he let it go three times magnanimously.Finally, considering that the little prince's body would be hollowed out if this continued, he resolutely refused.

But His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was so drunk that he acted like a spoiled child without letting him vent.Han Mengliu had no choice but to knock him unconscious, then went to scrub again, and hurried to sleep for half the night.

Xia Zhao opened his eyes on the second day, and it was dawn.

The bed beside him was flat, as if no one had slept on it.

There was no trace of Han Mengliu in the whole house, as if he had never been here, and nothing happened this month.

He really kept his word.

Xia Zhao sat in the main room having breakfast, his heart was empty, and his hand holding the spoon stopped in mid-air.

The cry came, and the nanny came out of the wing with her baby in her arms, and gave a blessing ceremony, "His Royal Highness, forgive me, the little princess didn't know what happened, she woke up in the morning and cried, and she still won't let the servant hug her..."

"...Show me." Xia Zhao took the child and tried to smile at the weeping little face in the swaddling baby, but the crying was really quiet.The nanny immediately said happily: "It turned out that I wanted His Royal Highness to hug me, and the little princess is very close to His Royal Highness."

Xia Zhao was silent.

In fact, this child is closer to Han Mengliu, every time Han Mengliu hugs her, she will smile happily; but when he hugs her, it only changes from crying to sobbing, it turns out that the people born are the most different.

Are you... also sad because he left?Yiyi.

A little green appeared on the baby's delicate neckline. Xia Zhao stretched out his hand, and a small willow-leaf jade pendant jumped out. Reflecting the morning light, against the baby's white and tender cheeks, it was so moist and plump.