Rebirth of Glory and Splendour

Maybe it was because of Jiang Che and Xie Xiu's marriage. During the New Year, Wei Zhao's mood always seemed a little down. Just after the fifth day, he took Wei Chongrong out of the palace regardless of the Queen's persuasion.

Seeing that Wei Zhao was depressed, Wei Chongrong tried to make him happy, but unfortunately the effect was minimal.Wei Chongrong understands that when it comes to emotional matters, he can only come out on his own. It is useless for others to talk about it, and his current age is not suitable for discussing this topic.

In the first month of the lunar year, the camps in the western city were closed, and Huo Qingyang got a five-day holiday. He had no relatives or reasons in the capital, so he self-consciously reported to Prince Qin's mansion with a freshly baked roast goose in his hand.

Seeing this, Wei Chongrong laughed and said, "Brother Qingyang, you just came, and you even brought food with you, are you afraid that we won't give you food?"

Huo Qingyang pulled a goose leg and gave it to him: "You can't stop your mouth if you have delicious food, so long-winded!" Does he look like someone who will shy away from others?

However, on the way to the palace, I saw a stall selling roast goose, and there was a long line in front of it. I was curious, so I went to join in the fun. I was lucky. I waited for half an hour and bought the last one. Only, Wei Zhao and Wei Chongrong brought it here.

Wei Chongrong held the goose legs in both hands and gnawed happily.Huo Qingyang asked him: "My lord, where's your Highness? The roast goose won't taste good when it's cold."

Wei Chongrong raised his head, looked at Huo Qingyang with sympathetic eyes and said, "Daddy doesn't like this, he likes all kinds of sweet pastries." Huo Qingyang's feelings were a little wrong.

Huo Qingyang didn't care. He left a piece for Wei Chongrong. He gnawed on the roast goose himself, and said while gnawing: "It's not easy to love desserts. There are temple fairs in Nancheng, selling sugar people, sugar paintings, and candied haws." ...everything that we can go shopping."

"Really? Let's go after eating." Wei Chongrong is not keen on sweets, but he is interested in going to temple fairs, especially when Wei Zhao has been bored at home for several days, so he just took him out to relax.

Wei Zhao actually didn't really want to go out, but Yujing in the first month was no different than usual, the streets were bustling with people, and the temple fair in Nancheng was even more serious.At the most crowded time, people don't have to walk on their own, they can be carried forward by the surging crowd. If someone is unlucky and wants to go in the opposite direction, it may take two or three times more time than before, and it will not be possible. reach the destination.Under such circumstances, Wei Zhao didn't feel at ease when Huo Qingyang, who had just arrived, took Wei Chongrong out, so he could only go with them.

Compared with Wei Zhao who grew up in the palace and only went to the inner city occasionally when he left the palace, Wei Chongrong is very familiar with Yujing City and knows all the delicious food, but unfortunately he can't talk about it because he can't explain it. , I can only resent quietly in my heart.

However, the amazing thing is that Huo Qingyang knows what Wei Chongrong knows, and what Wei Chongrong doesn't know, he also knows.What's worse, in order to win Wei Zhao's favor, Huo Qingyang didn't go anywhere else, but only went to the stalls selling pastries and candies.

In this regard, Wei Chongrong expressed his helplessness. The Zhouji Duck Neck and Chenji Douhua they just passed by are both classic centuries-old restaurants. Zhao was not interested, so Huo Qingyang didn't stop.

Wei Chongrong was penniless, so he could only swallow his saliva and follow them.After walking a few steps, Wei Zhao and Huo Qingyang stopped. Wei Chongrong looked up and saw that the booth where they stopped was bearing the sign of Wang Ji Sugar Painting. There were several floors inside and outside, and there were adults and children.

Sugar paintings are not sold directly, but on a turntable, with three pennies a dish, and what is transferred is what is.On the four corners of the turntable, the four great beasts of Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku and Xuanwu are painted respectively. Other than that, there are various ordinary small animals.

In ordinary sugar painting stalls, it only costs one penny to turn the turntable, but Wang Ji's price is three times that of others, which is obviously a unique skill.His family not only cooks sugar well, but also has a high level of pouring paintings. The samples of the four gods and beasts on the shelves are all lifelike, and people are eager to try them.

"Rong'er, come over and have a try?" Wei Zhao stood in front of the turntable and waved to Wei Chongrong.He likes the lively white tiger very much, but it's just that the people who end up turning around are all children, he is too embarrassed to be with them, so he can only let Wei Chongrong do it for him.

Wei Chongrong sighed, and moved over slowly. He couldn't complain about Wei Zhao's childish behavior. How old he is, he still likes sugar paintings. It's really speechless...

Wei Zhao didn't care if Wei Chongrong was willing or not, he dragged him to the front of the turntable, pointed to the white tiger in the upper right corner, and said, "Rong'er, if you see it, it's it!" , Wei Chongrong can go to it with just one turn.

Wei Chongrong nodded, reached out and moved the pointer on the turntable, isn't it just a white tiger, what's the big deal.The pointer quickly turned twice, and then gradually slowed down. It passed the green dragon and slowly turned towards the white tiger.

Wei Chongrong was full of anticipation, and the onlookers were also very excited. Although it was not a valuable item, it was really difficult to switch to the Four Divine Beasts. Whenever someone succeeded, people would give warm applause.

The pointer was getting slower and slower, and the distance to the white tiger was getting closer and closer, and it was almost there. Even though Wei Chongrong didn't pay much attention to Tanghua, he couldn't help but get nervous.

Then, the pointer stopped, and it stopped at a space next to the white tiger, only a little away from the white tiger, and the crowd burst into regretful voices.

"Daddy, I want to do it again!" Wei Chongrong couldn't figure out why he failed. Obviously the strength and angle were calculated, he didn't believe in evil, and planned to play again.

Wei Zhao obviously didn't have change, so Huo Qingyang immediately took out three copper coins and put them on the tray where the stall owner collected money.Wei Chongrong looked at the turntable carefully, and moved the pointer again.

This time, he used relatively little force, and the pointer slowed down after only one turn, and lightly swiped to the position of the white tiger. Wei Chongrong held his breath, and waited for the pointer to stop.

Unexpectedly, although the speed of the pointer is very slow, it just keeps turning to the right, until it turns out of the grid of the white tiger, and finally stops.

Wei Chongrong was dumbfounded, no way, his luck was so bad, he missed it twice.He still wanted to come again, and the stall owner who was pouring paintings for the people in front pointed to a line of small characters under the signboard, which was limited to two times per person.

Wei Chongrong ran out of times and was forced to leave. Huo Qingyang didn't want Wei Zhao to be disappointed, so he also played two sets.The result is even more outrageous than Wei Chongrong, they are all small animals in the middle position, and they are not close to any divine beasts.

Wei Zhao was depressed, and he didn't care if anyone was making fun of him, so he went up and played a game himself.He flicked it casually, and the pointer was impartial, and it just stopped at the center of the white tiger's frame.

Wei Chongrong and Huo Qingyang looked at each other, not knowing what to say.The stall owner saw that Wei Zhao and the others were only three people, but transferred to a white tiger and four small animals, so he asked them if they wanted to combine the four small ones and make two slightly larger ones.

Wei Chongrong immediately waved his hand, expressing that he would not eat it, and asked the stall owner to make four small animals into one big one.The stall owner thought for a while, and poured them a lantern-shaped sugar painting, which can be regarded as a Chinese New Year scene.

Wei Zhao took the white tiger candy painting that he transferred with his own hands, feeling full of accomplishment, and he was a little bit reluctant to eat it.Huo Qingyang was holding the lantern, but he had a helpless expression on his face. Like Wei Chongrong, he didn't like sweets, but what was even worse was that he didn't dare to say it.

In the end, almost all of the two sugar paintings were solved by Wei Zhao.Wei Chongrong just looked at it, and felt so tired that he couldn't bear it. His father's taste was really unflattering.

The temple fair was held in Nancheng, and it became more crowded as you went south. Wei Chongrong was short, and it was difficult for him to walk in the crowd.Huo Qingyang couldn't stand it anymore, so he simply lifted him up and carried him on his shoulders, allowing him to enjoy the feeling of "infinite scenery at the top".

When they arrived in Nancheng, Huo Qingyang took Wei Zhao and Wei Chongrong to eat several remote but unique snacks.Feeling strange, Wei Zhao asked, "Qingyang, you've come to Yujing not long ago, why are you so familiar with it?" He is not very familiar with the outer city of Yujing.

Huo Qingyang smiled without saying a word. Can he say that he asked someone for it on purpose?Before going back home, Wei Chongrong accidentally saw the small wontons he had eaten with Junhua before, and shouted: "Daddy, let's eat that. There are a lot of people queuing up. It must be delicious."

Wei Zhao was not very interested in food other than sweets, but Wei Chongrong would naturally not object if he wanted to eat it, and Huo Qingyang was even more indifferent. He has always lacked resistance to delicious food, so the three of them went to a small shop selling wontons. stall.

The wonton stall is set up by an old couple. It occupies a small area and supports four or five tables. There are more people standing in line than sitting and eating. Some people can't wait, so they just stand and start with a bowl. eat.

Huo Qingyang glanced at Wei Zhao worriedly, for fear that he would not be able to accept such an environment, but Wei Zhao was telling Wei Chongrong: "To judge whether the food is delicious, the number of people in line is the best criterion. Usually not bad."

Wei Chongrong nodded again and again. The places he knew that sold good things were basically found in this way. When they saw a lot of people, they tried it. After tasting the delicious food, they remembered it and came back next time.

Wei Zhao took Wei Chongrong to line up, and Huo Qingyang stood by the table waiting for an empty seat. Two people in front left after eating. The wontons came and were just right to sit on.

The small wontons were spicy and spicy, and it was exciting to eat. Just when Wei Chongrong was eating happily, there was an unharmonious voice from the table behind them.

It turned out that two people were whispering about Wei Zhao in a disdainful tone, implying that he had lost face to the Dayan Dynasty.Wei Chongrong and Huo Qingyang were very angry, and Huo Qingyang was so angry that he almost stood up. He wanted to settle accounts with those two people, but was stopped by Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao shook his head, and said sternly in a disapproving tone, "You two, eat well and don't mess around."

Huo Qingyang and Wei Chongrong had no choice but to calm down, but after hearing those words, neither of them would be in a good mood. They hurriedly finished the small wontons, paid the money and left.

On the way back to the mansion, Wei Zhao said calmly: "Qingyang, you don't have to mind what others say, I don't care, those are irrelevant people, as long as you don't think so."

As soon as Huo Qingyang grabbed Wei Zhao's hand, he said excitedly, "Your Highness, of course I don't think that way. I don't know what kind of person you are?" He was just worried that Wei Zhao would feel uncomfortable when he heard those words. .

Wei Zhao took his hand back, put his lips to his lips and said, "Qingyang, we're not in the mansion, you'd better... change your name." Huo Qingyang realized his gaffe, smiled, and hurriedly nodded in agreement.

For the next few days, they didn't go out again, and Huo Qingyang was forced by Wei Zhao to study the art of war in the study every day.Wei Chongrong followed to listen, seeing Huo Qingyang's excited and painful expression, he really didn't know what to say.

After the five-day rest was over, Huo Qingyang reluctantly went back to the Xicheng camp. Before leaving, he brought the homework assigned by Wei Zhao, which he had to hand in next time.

Wei Zhao was fine for the time being, so he took Wei Chongrong to see Junqing. His belly was already very big, and it was almost the same size as when he gave birth to Wei Chongrong. It seemed that controlling the weight of the fetus had no effect.

Wei Chongrong habitually touched Junqing's stomach, but Junhua kicked him hard, especially hard.Wei Zhao pulled Wei Chongrong back, frowned and asked Jun Qing: "Have you seen Mr. Duanmu? How did you say it?"

Junqing paused, frowned and said: "Sir, there is really no other way but to let the child come out early. If he grows up, I'm afraid..." Duanmuhui must be thinking of him, but he doesn't want the child to stay for a long time , He thought about it and felt a little guilty, afraid that it would be bad for his health.

Seeing that Duanmuhui had already prepared a countermeasure, Wei Zhao felt relieved, and asked again: "When did you say, sir, when will you induce labor?" Jun Qing gave birth, he must come over, even if he is guarding outside , I can feel more at ease.

"Mr. said that it is enough after the Lantern Festival. I asked him to postpone it for a few more days. After [-], Mr. agreed." Jun Qing said calmly, stroking her stomach.

Wei Zhao didn't understand, and frowned, "Why do you have to delay? The child is already very old, and delaying it for a long time will not be good for you and the child..." Three days later, it will be Lantern Festival, and it is definitely not good to fight quickly. , why push back.

Junqing glanced at him lightly, and explained: "Xin'er is training in Xishan, and she won't have a rest until late." He considers himself not a weak-tempered person, but it is always dangerous for a man to give birth, so he naturally hopes to have a lover Be by your side.

It turned out to be waiting for Ji Xin, Wei Zhao understood it and didn't ask any more questions.Wei Chongrong frowned after hearing Junqing's words.He remembered Junhua's birthday very clearly, it was the 46th day of the first lunar month in the [-]th year of Yongjia.

Since Jun Qing had planned to wait twenty years before inducing labor, besides the fact that the fetus was too large and had to be delivered early, there were no other problems with his body, so there must be a reason for the premature birth.

Wei Chongrong doesn't know the reason for Junqing's premature birth, and he can't tell him directly, you have to pay attention in the next few days, don't bump into each other, or something will happen...

Just when he was struggling, he suddenly heard Wei Zhao say: "Qing'er, according to what you said, Xin'er can't spend the Lantern Festival with you anymore? Yoyo, can he come?" People, he doesn't worry about him being alone.

Jun Qing rubbed the center of her brows, and shook her head lightly: "I'm not a child, why should I spend the whole day with someone?" The meaning is very clear, even Lu Ming is not free.

Without hesitation, Wei Zhao hurriedly said, "It's fine in normal times, and it's so desolate to be alone during the festival. I have nothing to do these days, so I will bring Rong'er to accompany you to celebrate the Lantern Festival in two days."

Wei Chongrong was pleasantly surprised when he heard that Junhua was born on the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, as long as Junqing is not as unlucky as Wei Zhao, on the fifteenth day, he should not have had an episode yet.Although he didn't know what happened, but with him and Wei Zhao around, even if something happened, it could be resolved.

His father was so kind, seeing him dozing off, he immediately handed him the pillow.If Junhua's leg disease can really be avoided, then after Wei Zhao, his other concern can also be solved.

Jun Qing was noncommittal to Wei Zhao's statement, anyway, even if he told Wei Zhao not to come, he would not listen, so it's better not to say it.