Nangong Qixing's mother, who has a child, has a heavier love, and often gives delicious food to the little girl, and the little girl sticks to Nangong Qixing, always around her.
The little girl is stupid, but she was reprimanded a lot by Lou Jingxia, so she was well-behaved and knew how to stay away from Nangong Qixing.
No matter what Nangong Qixing gives him to eat and play, take it and run.
Never stay by Nangong Qixing's side for a second.
Shangguan will be old and weak next year, and he will not dare to get too close to her for fear that he will accidentally bump into Nangong Qixing.
The old and the young, who are disgusted and self-loathing, slowly get closer.
Shangguan Ming often pulled the little girl to sit beside him, looked at Nangong Qixing from afar, and told her something about Shangguan Yuan's childhood.
The little girl can't understand, but she can learn to speak with Shangguan Ming, and two or three words will collapse outward, and the pronunciation is extremely inaccurate.
Like a clumsy parrot.
Nangong Qixing had a dream, dreaming of the old man Nangong.
Nangong Qixing felt that he missed her and the child, and wanted to go to the grave, but Ling Bing and Shangguan Ming resolutely stopped him.
"The child is still young and can't stand the toss, and when he is five or six months old, it's not too late to go."
Ling Bing felt that the child was only three months old and very fragile.
Nangong Qixing can only stay at home, and it is not appropriate to go anywhere.
The castle was big enough, and there were enough flowers and trees in it for her to walk slowly all day.
"You don't have to go to the ancestral grave, it's the same if you worship here.
It's too cold outside.
Shangguan Ming felt that as a pregnant woman, she was weak, she had already entered autumn, the autumn wind was blowing, and it was not good to freeze the child.
What's more, the yin qi of the cemetery is too heavy, and it is easy to collide with children.
Nangong Qixing couldn't resist them, so he could only burn paper under the Bodhi tree to worship and tell the old man Nangong about her pregnancy.
And pray for the old man Nangong to bless their mother and son safely.
Since Nangong Qixing became pregnant, Shangguan Ming has never left the castle, and he went to pick stars downstairs early in the morning to wait, and when Nangong Qixing got downstairs, he surrounded her, and together with a group of servants, he asked her for warmth, and asked her clearly about everything.
He has a small notebook that he carries with him, often wears reading glasses, and is good at holding a pen to write and draw on it.
"Grandpa, how do I feel like you're a person."
Nangong Qixing ridiculed Shangguan Ming.
"Like whom?"
"Left Thought."
"Which left thought" Shangguan Ming's first thought was to write the three to give that left thought.
"Which one else can it be, naturally it's the same Zuo Si who has to write a few strokes when he goes to the toilet like you."
Nangong Qixing really wanted to see what Shangguan Ming wrote, but he just wouldn't let him read it.
Nangong Qixing wanted to peek at him while he was sleeping, but he didn't know that he was clutching it when he was sleeping.
"This old man, what kind of secret is hidden" Nangong Qixing became more and more curious.
Taking advantage of Shangguan Ming's bathing time, he sneaked into his room and flipped through the small notebook.
The first page of the book reads neatly "A Letter to Lingling and Yuan'er".
Yuan'er is Shangguan Yuan, Lingling should be Shangguan Yuan's mother, her grandmother.
This is a letter from grandpa to dad and grandma, why use a diary instead of stationery With curiosity, Nangong Qixing turned the next page.
This page is a stick figure of four generations in the same house.
In the first row was an old man with glasses and a short old lady, holding an infant baby in two pairs of old hands, with a smile on his face so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, this was Shangguan Ming and his wife.
The demon wife is sweet, and the tsundere Ling Shao is really good at petting :