what a good man

God looked at Qiuqiu tenderly, "Mother is often tormented by me and cannot rest. Qiuqiu knows that she loves mother so much, so she doesn't cry at all."

"Really?" My gaze passed Zhang Liang and landed on the figure at the entrance of the cave.

His flamboyant red hair is hidden in the endless skylight, and the bright and sharp color in the past looks extremely soft now.

With a lonely expression, he only moved his lips and said softly, "Ah Zhen."

He is my husband, General Longqi.

I wanted to smile at him, but I couldn't: "General."

"...Is the baby born?"

"Well, it's a boy."

Long Qie came here this time, not alone, behind him, there are thousands of troops from the Tenglong Legion of Chu State.

Zhongli Mo was the second person to enter the cave. As soon as he saw Zhang Liang, he scolded angrily: "Zhang Liang, you dirty villain, return your wife and the little general!"

He wanted to rush over, but was stopped by Long Qie.Long Qie said loudly: "At the time when the Han army broke through Pengcheng, if Mr. Zhang Liang hadn't thought of a way to protect Madam, Madam would have died twice. Mr. Zhang Liang is the benefactor of the general and Madam, so you must not be rude."

"He clearly has ulterior motives for his wife!"

"Zhong Limei, don't talk nonsense anymore, I will believe that Mr. Zhang Liang and his wife are innocent." Long Qie paused, and continued, "If you dare to say disrespectful words again, I will treat you Military law."

"...Yes, General." Zhongli gave Zhang Liang a bitter look, and retreated behind Long Qie.

Long Qi walked up to us, bent down and looked at Qiuqiu.

"She really looks like Ah Zhen, she must be a beauty in the future."

"Congratulations to General Xiaolong for having Lin'er." Zhong Li said with a smile, "Little General and General you look alike too."

"Really?... Congratulations." Long Qi murmured, closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and shook off two Qinghui, opened them after a while, and said softly, "Ma'am, let's go home."

Affection is hidden in the dust of the years, coexisting with tenderness.

Obsession is the light burning in the heart, bit by bit, burning into ashes.

Long Qie took the ball from Zhang Liang's hand, and the little man who had been quiet just now burst into tears, loud and clear, piercing his ears, piercing his heart.

Zhang Liang's hand froze in mid-air, his fingertips stayed only a little distance away from the child, moved, then retracted.

So close, so far away.

The distance is awkward.

Long Qi looked helplessly at the crying Qiuqiu in his arms, coughed lightly and smiled lightly: "You don't like me, so what should I do?"

"Qiuqiu has just met the general, and he is a little shy. Once he gets used to it, he will like the general very much." Zhang Liang explained softly, keeping his eyes on the little man in Long Qi's arms.

"This kid's name is Qiuqiu?"

"It's just a nickname that Zifang gave him. General, please forgive me."

"How can our little general be called Qiuqiu, he should be called Xiaoxiaolong!" Zhong Limo moved closer to Qiuqiu, wanting to get close to him, but Qiuqiu cried even harder, almost out of breath.

He instinctively only wanted to be close to Zhang Liang alone.

"Here comes the goat's milk, don't cry, Qiuqiu." Han Xin walked over with a steaming bowl, glanced at Zhong Limo and said, "Goat Zhong Er, get out of the way."

"Han Shuanzhuzi, you know how to boil goat milk, are you amazing? You are a nanny!"

Zhongli Mo's words undoubtedly hit Han Xin's sore spot, and Han Xin then put the bowl in Zhong Limo's hand: "I will leave the matter of nursing the baby to you, grandma Zhong."

"What... what should I do?" Zhong Limo held the bowl and stared blankly at Qiuqiu, who was crying non-stop in Longqiu's arms.

"Let Zifang come." Hearing this, Zhong Limei hurriedly passed the bowl in his hand to Zhang Liang.

"Qiaoqiu, you have to be obedient." Zhang Liang smiled at Qiuqiu, and the little man really stopped crying slowly, looking at him with teary eyes.

Zhang Liang lowered his head, took a mouthful of goat milk, then leaned over and touched his lips.

When I was young, I heard Mo Crow tell the story of a crow nurturing a young child. At that time, I just thought it was funny. When I saw this scene and thought about the past, I burst into tears.

no doubt

Five days later, the Sima Mansion held a large banquet to celebrate the birth of General Longqie's precious son.

This time, there was no welcome from thousands of miles away, and the house was full of guests.

At the moment, in Pengcheng, what is spreading uproar is the theory of my sexual intercourse with Zhang Liang.Their beloved and lovely General Xiaolong was put on a shameful green hat, but they still traveled thousands of miles to bring back that damned asshole—in their hearts, I should have been hacked to pieces long ago.

Long Qi asked me to take care of my health, so I went to deal with the dinner party.Yin Xue brought me a bowl of hot soup, she pouted and said, "Master, you don't even have milk, how pitiful Master Qiuqiu is."

The corners of my eyes twitched twice, and I reached out to take the bowl from Yinxue, only to find that it contained the pig's trotter stew that I hated the most.

Just about to refuse, when I looked up, I saw Yin Xue's eyes were red, and I hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I'm fine." Yin Xue sniffed, and whispered, "Seeing that Young Master and Mr. Zhang Liang clearly like each other, but they can't be together. Young Master, do you regret marrying General Long?"

"Yinxue." I turned my head to look at the sleeping Qiuqiu, and said softly, "...Some things cannot be forgotten, but they can be given up."

Love cannot be forgotten, but it can be given up.

I don't know what kind of unforgettable experience Longyang Jun has experienced, so that he can describe these things calmly.

"Yin Xue, take the soup away, I won't drink it."

"My lord, even if you don't like pig's trotter soup, you have to finish it for the sake of my little lord."

"why?"

"You don't even have any milk, son. My mother told Songshuang that if you drink more pig's trotter soup, you can produce milk. Therefore, son, you have to drink three bowls of pig's trotter soup every day."

"...Your mother is alarmist."

Three bowls of pig's trotter soup... I couldn't drink a mouthful.

"If Madam doesn't want to drink, Yinxue, don't insist." Jinse opened the door and came in at this moment, and handed me a hand warmer, "The general has already found a nanny for the little general."

"That's great." I quickly stuffed the pig's trotter soup into Yinxue's hands, "You don't have to suffer."

"...Young master, I have personally boiled pig's trotter soup for two hours!" Yin Xue glared at me angrily.

"Thank you for your hard work. In order to praise you, you should drink it." I put the hand warmer in Qiuqiu's swaddle, and then got up and got out of bed.

"My lord, you lie down on the bed and rest, what bed are you getting off of now?" Seeing me get up and get out of bed, Yin Xue hurriedly put the bowl aside and wanted to come over to help me.

"It's good that Jinse is with me, you should drink the soup." I said with a smile, "Jinse, let's go for a walk."

"Yes, ma'am," she said softly.

My eyes trembled slightly.

Since when did she only call me Mrs., and no longer call me son.Since when did she start to be obedient to me.

Jinse and Yinxue are really different.

Sima's Mansion is very large. From my bedroom to the banquet hall by the courtyard, there is a winding corridor.Halfway through the journey, I suddenly heard two voices, and I stopped in my tracks.

"The little general is really not the biological son of General Long, but Zhang Liang's?"

"It's absolutely true. I have a brother who went to pick up his wife with General Long this time. At that time, his wife was with Zhang Liang. The children were all born, and they were talking and laughing."

"Is there any reason for this? Such a woman who doesn't obey women's morals, she is not worthy of marrying our General Long. How can our famous name of General Long be ruined by her hands?"

"Poor General Long still treats their mother and son as treasures. In my opinion, they should be beaten to death with sticks at all!"

I listened with a blank face. If this happened in previous years, I might have rushed to beat someone, but this time, I was speechless.

Because what they say is well-founded, and what they say is true.

I raised my head and looked at the black night.

In the night sky, white snow fell again and again, like pure white down feathers.

It's winter.

A snowflake broke away from the original track and blew to the corner of my eye with the wind.I reached out to take it off, but only touched a drop of water.

Like tears, condensed on the fingertips, crystal clear, and then meandered down the fingers.

"I think it's the two of you who should be beaten to death with random sticks."

A cold voice came from behind, and then a thick cloak was wrapped around my shoulders, tightly.

His voice was deep and warm, and he whispered in my ear: "It's cold, you just gave birth not long ago, you should take a good rest indoors."

"I've been lying on the bed for too long, my bones are a little sore." I whispered.

"Ah Zhen." His slender fingers passed through my hair, combed it gently, and made the hair soft. In just a moment, the messy hair was finished, "It's done."

I raised my face to look at him. In the background of snow flying all over the sky, the red-haired boy was like a pine tree, his face was like a jade, and his red eyes were as clear as water.Immediately, he withdrew his hand, looked in the direction of the two chattering soldiers, and said coldly, "Get over here quickly."

When the two soldiers heard Long Qi's voice, they were so frightened that they immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

"As my soldiers, you have the guts to talk about my general's private affairs here, and even insult my wife." Having said this, Long Qi's voice became a little colder, "Come on, drag them down, Military law."

"General, this subordinate made a mistake. This subordinate shouldn't be talking nonsense. I beg General Long to spare our lives."

"Please, General, General!"

"Forget it, maybe they just