nucmednet Chapter 953 This is a daughter slave
Chapter 953 This is a daughter slave
As soon as Cen Yuan entered, he raised his hand and tore off the human skin mask on his face, revealing his original sharp outline.
His wind- and frost-stained temples gleamed faintly in the candlelight. He casually untied the laces of his fox fur coat and let the silver-gray fur coat, which was covered with snow and mud, slide onto the huanghuali armchair.
Bei Hui was used to it. She picked up the fox fur, which was still warm, and hung it on the gilded dragon-patterned hanger with ease.
She was the only one in the inner courtyard who knew the truth, so she had been on night duty recently. The reason she gave to others was that she was going to get married in a while, so she would not be able to serve the lady every day, and now was the perfect time to make up for it.
Nan Yan and the others couldn't persuade her, so they all went to bed early.
"Young master, the stove in the kitchen hasn't been turned on yet. Would you like something to eat?" Bei Hui asked.
"No need." Cen Yuan responded gently.
Bei Hui brought some hot water and asked the young master to wash up, then went out and brought the child over.
Today is San San's turn.
When she brought him over, the little guy had already fallen asleep soundly on the way here, with his little face pressed against Bei Hui's shoulder, rising and falling slightly with his breathing.
Cen Yuan changed into her middle clothes and reached out to take the child from Bei Hui's hands. She held the child's neck firmly with her left hand and bent her right arm into the shape of a cradle. She even knew how to use her fingertips to gently press the corners of the swaddling clothes to prevent the night wind from getting in.
Bei Hui smiled, "Young Master is very skilled at holding a child."
Shi Anxia responded to her, "My husband hugs me better than I do."
"Madam is not very strong." Bei Hui said as she walked out of the room and closed the door considerately.
She was on duty in the outer room. She lit the lamp and picked up the needlework scattered on the table.
This was Zhuo Qiran's fox fur coat, with a hole in it. She saw it during the day and asked him to take it off and give it to her to mend.
She thought of Zhuo Qiran being as happy as a child and felt that he was actually not a very cunning person.
Bei Hui didn't notice that she was sewing quickly, and the smile on her lips lasted for a long time.
Inside, Cen Yuan also had a gentle smile on her face, and lowered her eyes to look at the little pig in her arms, "Er Er and San San, these two little pigs always fall asleep every time they come."
"Why don't you tell me what time you come every day?" When Shi Anxia lifted the curtain, she saw that Cen Yuan had an old wound on the base of his right hand, and he was now carefully avoiding the child's delicate cheek.
The falling hair brushed across the child's forehead, and he immediately turned his head and used his shoulder to wipe it away. The sharp eyes that had been tempered with blood on the battlefield now glowed with a soft light like spring water.
Cen Yuan carried the child into the tent, "Yiyi, that kid is not like that. No matter how late I come, he won't sleep."
"He gets enough sleep during the day, and he's very busy at night." Shi Anxia was chatting with her husband about family matters. "He only has one wet nurse now, and she's very tired. I was thinking of finding another one, but there's no suitable candidate for the time being."
"Wouldn't it be enough to transfer one of the daughters' wet nurses over there?"
"I've asked around. The wet nurses have been with their daughters for a long time and have developed feelings for them, so they don't want to change their masters. Poor Aunt Zhang... My son started talking early, and now he can chat with people in long sentences without stopping. He can even chat by himself... You know, neither you nor I like to talk, so why does he talk so much?"
Cen Yuan thought of his son and felt a headache. "I heard that the emperor wants to take care of our child? My son won't be so stupid as to tell us that his father lives in the inn, right?"
"That's hard to say." Shi Anxia smiled, "You can't count on him to keep his mouth shut. It's better to count on the emperor to do something practical and be too busy to stop."
"I have to find him something to do." Cen Yuan thought.
Shi Anxia talked about the new emperor's plan to move the capital and have the emperor guard the country's borders. "He wants to be remembered for generations to come. I feel relieved."
Cen Yuan said calmly, "Let's see. I hope he doesn't disappoint you. In his last life, he experienced being hunted down and cherished the hard-earned good days. He also experienced war and knew the responsibilities on his shoulders. In this life, everything came too smoothly and smoothly, which is not a good thing."
The candle flame suddenly burst into a spark.
Shi Anxia subconsciously raised her hand to protect San San's ears. When she lowered her eyes, she saw the child clutching the thin strap of Cen Yuan's inner garment, and her eyelashes cast a shadow like a butterfly's wings in the candlelight.
There was still shiny saliva hanging from the corners of her mouth, leaving dark stains on the fabric. Her chubby little feet were still kicking.
The couple stopped talking about the new emperor and stared at the child intently. The candlelight cast a gentle shadow on the little face.
Perhaps sensing the burning gaze, the little guy's eyelids trembled, and he suddenly opened his sleepy eyes. His dark eyes turned around twice in a daze, his little mouth pursed, and he cried out "wa".
The cry was like that of a newborn kitten, soft and thin, with a little tremor of grievance. Every sob was like a small hook, gently scratching the softest part of Cen Yuan's heart.
"Let me hold the child." Shi Anxia wanted to take the child.
"I'm good at coaxing her." Cen Yuan didn't give in. Instead, he held his daughter close to his chest, patting her gently and coaxing her with skillful techniques.
Cen Yuan looked at her daughter, and Shi Anxia looked at him.
This is a daughter slave.
I feel that all the suffering I have endured is worth it at this moment.
He wiped away the tears from the corners of his daughter's eyes with his thumbs, and his fingertips had thin calluses from years of holding knives.
The little kid's cry gradually turned into sobbing. Suddenly he reached out and grabbed a strand of his father's hair, and let out an "Ah" in a sobbing voice, which actually made him laugh.
Cen Yuan's heart melted when she saw this. She touched the child's red earlobe with her fingertips and suddenly said, "Looks like you."
"How are they similar?" Shi Anxia asked subconsciously, but saw that the man in the candlelight raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
"Spoiled," he said.
Her skin is so white that even the slightest rubbing would leave red marks.
He suddenly thought of the night of their marriage consummation...
Shi Anxia also realized what her husband said belatedly. Her face immediately turned red and she bit her lip and glared at him angrily.
He laughed at the glare, and suddenly leaned over and gently touched the corner of her lips, "Young girls tend to get old easily when they get angry."
"I've already given birth to a child, and I'm still a little girl!" Shi Anxia blushed.
"You are old, but you are still a little girl in my eyes." Cen Yuan's eyes flashed with tiny lights, and her appearance was reflected in her pupils.
Her hair was thick, jet-black, and soft, cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall.
After giving birth, she lost a lot of weight, with clearer edges and corners. It was another kind of beauty, with a bit of aggressiveness.
Anyway, it's right in his heart, so he likes it no matter what it is.
The night drum sounded outside the window.
Bei Hui came in and carried San San, who was sleeping soundly again, to the wet nurse. When she took San San away, he was still grinning in his sleep.
The red gauze curtain slowly fell down, creating ripples around the bed.
The couple slept in each other's arms, a familiar position. Like two magnets, they could not help but stay close to each other.
In fact, it was Shi Anxia who rolled into Cen Yuan's arms first.
His clothes were still filled with the sweet aroma of San San's milk, mixed with his usual fresh scent.
Her fingertips unconsciously traced the bamboo embroidery on his shirt, and she suddenly asked softly, "I gave birth to a child without telling you... At that time, you were very angry, right?"