ps: There is another chapter at 12:00

In the twentieth year of the Marquis of Jin (492 BC), the first day of the first month of the Xia calendar was Zhengdan.

The labor pains came very suddenly, and before Ji Ying could get to Tongjiao, he had a feeling, so he simply gave birth in Yecheng. Although there was no hot springs like Tongjiao's conditions of leaving the palace, the good thing is that there are many doctors here, and they are always on call.

Le Lingzi volunteered to deliver Ji Ying's birth in person, while Zhao Wuxi waited anxiously outside. After a heart-wrenching scream that made him almost rush in, the sound stopped, and the room was dead silent...

Zhao Wuxi's eyelids twitched, disregarding the advice of his servants, and pushed in the door, startling everyone in the room.

Different from the warm and cold outside, the interior is very warm, full of the sweet smell of postpartum. On the ground is a copper basin filled with hot water, and ge cloth dyed with dazzling blood. The female doctor in white robe holds scissors, tremblingly. look at him.

"What's the matter!" After a questioning roar, Zhao Wuxi heard a weak response.

Ji Ying was lying on the couch with a pale face, holding a puff puff in his arms...

"Congratulations, husband, it's a daughter." Le Lingzi was also a little tired after being busy in the middle of the night. She observed Zhao Wuxi's expression, but did not see any hesitation or dissatisfaction from him, but smiled from the heart. Gotta show teeth.

"The mother and daughter are safe." At this time, Zhao Wuxi could only be thankful that Le Lingzi approved the training of female doctors a year ago, and increased the suggestions for the support of doctors and pediatricians, which not only saved many Yecheng mothers, but also saved many The few newborns whose lives were in critical condition even put double insurance on Zhao's own life.

At this time, he was no different from thousands of ordinary fathers in the world. He knelt down on the edge of the couch lightly, and stroked Ji Ying's sweat-soaked hair, as well as the fleshy little hands of new life.

"It's really hard for you."

Her heart is like a tiger, she kisses Qiangwei softly, and only when she is with her family can Zhao Wuxi be so gentle...

Le Lingzi wiped her sweat off, Ji Ying looked ashamed: "The concubine failed to give birth to a child..." The pressure she bears is not only on Zhao's side, but in the past year, gradually The Xu Guofu forces gathered around Ji Ying all hope that she will give birth to a boy.

"You and I are still young!" Zhao Wuqi didn't care. His attitude toward several ladies was different, and he was especially fond of Ji Ying and Le Lingzi the most, which could be seen from the number of Linxing stays.

"What's more, it's better to give birth to a daughter!" He danced and said: "It is stated in the law that for the birth of a girl, the government will reward two stone grains, a pot of wine, and a piece of meat, which are higher than the rewards for boys, and two or three sons. Go and bring it back for me, everyone will have dinner tonight!"

The female maids covered their mouths and held back their smiles, and went away as promised. They would go to the Yecheng government office beating gongs and drums to tell the people along the way the good news: Shangqing has another daughter. If nothing else, all Yecheng officials and people will get a stone grain, a pot of wine, and a meal of meat tonight. There are rewards, and they can live and work in peace and contentment. The immigrants who moved from Gujiang can be regarded as the people of the Zhao family.

Before Zhao Wuxi was very happy, he was pushed and shoved out by Le Lingzi and a group of white-clothed female doctors. The mother needs to rest, the child needs to sleep, and it is necessary to prevent bacterial infection from the outside world.

He could only look at the blue sky and birds in the early spring at the door to ease his excitement.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw a hairy head stretched out, and two little girls with drooping hair jumped up in front of him generously without salute, but jumped up and stretched out their dirty palms , and those thin arms wrapped tightly around his neck...

"Brother!"

...

"Little lady, don't be rude!"

Facing Fu Mu's reprimand, Zhao Jia's hand was still tightly around Zhao Wuxie's neck, and with a kick, he rode straight onto his shoulder. Then she turned back mischievously, stuck her tongue out at Fu Mu, and made a face, so frightened that her face changed, like sour kumiss...

Zhao Wuxi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he had nothing to do with this little girl.

"Not like a slender lady, but like a hozen, what kind of manner, if your mother knew, she would definitely train you like this."

Her mother, Jin Juan, was the only person Zhao Jia was afraid of in Zhao Palace, but Jin Juan was also helping in the delivery room, so she didn't want to come out and teach her, so Zhao Jia was unscrupulous. Anyway, she knew that her brother favored her the most.

Zhao Wuxi's younger sister, named Jia and nicknamed Mulan, has been spoiled by Zhao Wuxi since she was born, the youngest daughter of Zhao's family, who lost her father at a young age, like her two nephews Zhao Zhou and Zhao Cao. Zhao Shangqing was all trembling, but she was the only one who dared to ride on Zhao Wuxie's neck and ride him like a horse.

When Zhao Wuxi and Ji Ying got married, she said innocently, "A sister can marry her brother, why can't I?" shocked the whole house, embarrassed Zhao Wuxi, and almost changed Ji Ying's mind. Now that she is almost 7 years old, she is graceful and graceful, with her upward flying eyebrows and eyes inherited from Zhao Yang, and her delicate and delicate face inherited from her mother. At first glance, she is a beautiful embryo.

It's just that her dress is different from that of ordinary girls, with narrow-sleeved skirts, dirty clothes, a slingshot around her waist, and a wooden sword stuck on her back. tomboy.

Jin Juan, Le Lingzi, and Ji Ying are all worried about the future of Zhao Yang's youngest daughter. With such an attitude, can they still marry? Which princes and nobles dare to ask for her? However, Zhao Wuxi had a different opinion. He didn't ask his sisters and daughters to be well-behaved and skilled ladies. If Zhao Jia was locked in the room and stuffy, she was afraid that she would get sick. It's better to stock up for a few years, and when you get older, you will naturally accept your temperament and love to dress up.

"How did Nvhong learn?" Zhao Wuxi asked jokingly while holding her little sister's hand on his forehead.

Hearing this, Zhao Jia immediately pouted and raised his head proudly, seemingly disdainful to answer, and finally said in a pretentious manner.

"Female red, needle and thread, people who fight for scraps do it!"

It is a natural duty for men to cultivate and weave women. Ji Ying's needlework skills are flawless, and even Zhao Wuxi's eldest daughter, who is four and a half years old, can knead needles and mend her own towel. However, what Zhao Jia weaved was a mess, and the thread ends were entangled together, like a terrifying silk cage. The mean Han Ji once joked that her hands were as clumsy as that of a copper and iron craftsman, wasting a good Lu Zhen.

"The hand of the goldsmith is not stupid!" Zhao Jia immediately retorted with a raised face.

"Can a person with a clumsy hand forge the sword on the waist of the elder brother? If you say who has the most skillful hands in the world, it must be Mo Xie!" Han Ji was choked up by the words, but she couldn't help it. Among the women of the Zhao family, I'm afraid her status is not as good as this little girl...

Zhao Jia doesn't love Nvhong, but prefers flying eagle dogs. The Zhongshan Mastiff in Zhao Palace is afraid of seeing her, and she really hates it. She also loves slingshots and wooden swords. Zhao Wuxi has seen her taking the younger generation of Zhao’s children to shoot cicadas in the Zhao Palace of Yecheng. The little girl keeps her eyes slightly closed, and the other eye is fixed on the prey. Straightening, just like Yang Youji draws a bow, the trajectory of the flying stones is straight and accurate, and when she picked up the wooden sword, it was also quite stance, Zhao Wuxi seemed to have seen himself fighting in the Pan Palace back then. shadow……

In this regard, Zhao Wuxi said with regret: "You really should have given birth to a boy. In that case, my Zhao family will have another general who can gallop on the battlefield."

However, if he remembered correctly, Zhao Yang should have had a young son, Zhao Jia, who would later be enfeoffed by Zhao Xiangzi in Daidi and become Daijun. The civil strife in Zhao State...

Therefore, having a son is not necessarily a good thing. Kings throughout the ages have been eager to have more children and grandchildren, but when they are old, they have to face open and secret struggles for their descendants to seize the succession, and even **** killings, why bother.

He believed that having a boy was evil, but having a girl was better. Thinking about it this way, Zhao Wuxi was even more relieved that Ji Ying was reincarnated and failed to have a child.

Before he knew it, his neck was a little sore. Zhao Wuxi patted Zhao Jia, who was having fun on his shoulder, and pretended to be serious: "You still haven't come down? It's enough to be able to ride on my head for so long. You are alone."

This is her exclusive treatment, Zhao Jia giggled and said: "They all said that Brother A is the ruler of Jin, under one person, above ten thousand people, so am I now above ten thousand people?"

"Yes, you can stand shoulder to shoulder with the king..."

Innocent, carefree girl, family can always bring people endless happiness and motivation. Although Wu Xie really wanted to tease her for a while, but he was very busy and had to go to the official office to hold a meeting with his retainers and staff to coordinate military and political affairs, and prepare for the attack on the country's Hejian in the spring.

Zhao Jia was a little unhappy when she was suddenly held down, her little temper immediately exploded, she tiptoed and raised her eyebrows and said, "It's rare to see my brother a few times in a year, and every time he disappears after a while, he looks everywhere. Without you, it is either in the generation, or in the bronze palace."

Wu Tie smiled and said: "This is the case for today, the horse riding game ends here, how about I compensate you another day? I have a grassland in the south of the Yinshan Mountain in the land that I just laid down. When you grow up, I will take you with me. Go play!"

"Grassland..." Zhao Jia turned her anger into a smile~lightnovelpub.net~ her eyes widened, she danced for a while with joy, and then asked blankly, "Grassland, what is it like?"

"It's bigger than the garden in Zhao Palace, bigger than the Lin Garden outside Ye City, many times bigger. Come, sing with my brother... Longcheng Fortress, under Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields. The wild is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep..."

...

Outside the Jin River, Guocheng, the ice in the river began to melt, making a crisp crackling sound.

"The Zhao family decided to send troops to attack Hejian after the spring ploughing." In a small pavilion, Han Hu was wearing a sable fur, and Duan Zhizhi was sitting opposite him.

Han Hu's face was relatively relaxed: "Zi Tai patted his chest and said, this time to attack Qi, only his Zhao family needs to do it, Han and Wei don't have to send troops, Wei will provide 200,000 shi of grain, and Han will provide 100,000 shi of grain to help. That's enough, we'll just prepare well for the next year's campaign against Zheng."

Duan Gui stroked his beard, rolled his eyes, and said, "I feel that this time, instead of providing food, it is better for the Han family to ask to send troops together with the Zhao family!" (To be continued.)