Rebirth of Glory and Splendour

Xu is because of Jiang Che and Xie Xiu's marriage. During the New Year, Wei Zhao's mood always seemed a little low. Just after the fifth day of the new year, he took Wei Chongrong out of the palace regardless of the queen's retention.

Wei Chongrong saw that Wei Zhao was upset, and changed his way to make him happy, but unfortunately the effect was minimal. Wei Chongrong understands that emotional matters can only be dealt with by himself, others say it is useless, and his current age is not suitable for discussing this topic.

In the first month of the month, the camp in Xicheng was off, and Huo Qingyang got a five-day vacation. He had no relatives and no reason in the capital, so he consciously reported to the Qin Palace, carrying a freshly baked goose in his hand.

When Wei Chongrong saw this, he laughed and said, "Brother Qingyang, you just came here, but you still bring something to eat. I'm afraid we won't give you something to eat, right?"

Huo Qingyang grabbed a goose leg and gave it to him: "You can't stop your mouth when you have something delicious!" Does he look like someone who knows how to talk to others?

But on the way to the palace, I saw a stall selling roast goose. There was a long queue in front of me. I was curious, so I went to join in the fun. I was lucky. After waiting for half an hour, I bought the last one. Only, it was brought by Wei Zhao and Wei Chongrong.

Wei Chongrong held the goose legs in both hands and gnawed happily. Huo Qingyang asked him, "Little Prince, where's Your Highness? Roasted goose won't taste good when it's cold."

Wei Chongrong raised his head, looked at Huo Qingyang with sympathy and said, "Daddy doesn't like this, he likes all kinds of sweet and greasy cakes." Huo Qingyang's expression was a bit wrong.

Huo Qingyang didn't care, he kept a piece for Wei Chongrong, and nibbled the roast goose himself, while nibbling, "It's not easy to love desserts, there are temple fairs in Nancheng, people selling candy, candy paintings, and candied haws. ...everything, we can go shopping."

"Really? We'll go after we finish eating." Wei Chongrong wasn't keen on sweets, but he was interested in visiting temple fairs, especially when Wei Zhao had been bored at home for several days and just took him out to relax.

Wei Zhao didn't really want to go out, but in the first month of the first month, Yujing was no different than usual. The streets were bustling with people coming and going, and the temple fair in Nancheng was even more incredible. When people are most crowded, people don't have to walk by themselves, they can be carried forward by the surging crowd. If someone is unfortunate enough to go in the opposite direction, I'm afraid it will take two or three times more time than usual. reach the destination. Under such circumstances, when Huo Qingyang, who had just arrived, took Wei Chongrong out, Wei Zhao was not at ease and could only go with them.

Compared with Wei Zhao, who grew up in the palace and only went to the inner city occasionally, Wei Chongrong was very familiar with Yu Jingcheng and knew everything about delicious food, but unfortunately he couldn't say it because he couldn't explain it. , can only quietly resent in my heart.

However, the amazing thing is that Huo Qingyang knew what Wei Chongrong knew, and he knew what Wei Chongrong didn't know. What's worse, Huo Qingyang didn't go anywhere else in order to please Wei Zhao, but only went to the stalls selling cakes and candies.

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

Wei Chongrong was penniless, so he could only swallow his saliva and go with them. Just a few steps away, Wei Zhao and Huo Qingyang stopped. Wei Chongrong looked up and saw that the stall where they were standing had a sign painted by Wang Jitang. There were several floors inside and out, and there were adults and children.

Sugar paintings are not sold directly, but turn the turntable, three cents a plate, and turn to what is what. On the four corners of the turntable, there are four mythical beasts, namely Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku and Xuanwu. In addition, there are all kinds of ordinary small animals.

In ordinary sugar painting stalls, the turntable only costs a penny per plate, and Wang Ji's price is three times that of others, which is obviously a unique skill. His family not only boils the sugar well, but also has a high level of painting. The samples of the four mythical beasts on the shelf are all lifelike, making people eager to try.

"Rong'er, come and try?" Wei Zhao stood in front of the turntable and waved at Wei Chongrong. He liked the lively white tiger very much, but it was only children who ended up on the court. He was embarrassed to be with them, so he could only let Wei Chongrong do it for him.

Wei Chongrong sighed and moved over slowly, unable to complain about Wei Zhao's childish behavior. He is so old, and he still likes sugar paintings, which is really speechless...

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

Wei Chongrong nodded, reached out and moved the pointer on the turntable, isn't he a white tiger, what's so amazing. The pointer quickly turned twice, gradually reducing the speed, it passed the Qinglong, and slowly turned in the direction of the white tiger.

Wei Chongrong was full of expectations, and the crowd was very excited. Although it is not a valuable thing, it is really difficult to transfer to the four mythical beasts. Anyone who succeeds will give enthusiastic applause.

The pointer is getting slower and slower, and the distance to the white tiger is getting closer and closer, and it is about to arrive. Rao Shiwei Chongrong doesn't care much about sugar painting, so he can't help but get nervous.

Then, the pointer stopped, and it stopped in a square next to the white tiger, just a little bit away from the white tiger, and regretful voices broke out from the crowd.

"Dad, I want to turn around again!" Wei Chongrong couldn't figure out why he failed. Obviously, his strength and angle were calculated. He didn't believe in evil and planned to try again.

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

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

Who knows that although the speed of the pointer is very slow, it keeps turning to the right, and finally stops when it turns out of the white tiger's grid.

Wei Chongrong was dumbfounded, no way, his luck was so bad, the two times were just a little bit worse. He still wanted to come again, and the stall owner who was painting 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 retire. Huo Qingyang didn't want Wei Zhao to be disappointed, so he went for two sets. The result was even more outrageous than Wei Chongrong. They were all small animals in the middle, not next to any divine beast.

Wei Zhao was depressed, and regardless of whether anyone was laughing, he went up and played a game in person. I saw that he flicked his hand, the pointer was not biased, and it just stopped in the center of the white tiger.

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

Wei Chongrong immediately waved his hand, indicating that he would not eat it, and asked the stall owner to make four small animals into one big one. The stall owner thought about it and poured them a sugar painting in the shape of a lantern.

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

In the end, the two sugar paintings were almost solved by Wei Zhao. Wei Chongrong felt too tired to bear just looking at it. His father's taste was really uncomplimentable.

The temple fair was held in Nancheng. The further south you went, the more crowded it became. Wei Chongrong was short and had difficulty walking among the crowd. Huo Qingyang couldn't stand it any longer, so he simply lifted him up and carried him on his shoulders, letting him enjoy the taste of "infinite scenery at the top".

When he arrived in Nancheng, Huo Qingyang was familiar with the door and the road, and took Wei Zhao and Wei Chongrong to eat several snacks in remote locations but with their own characteristics. Wei Zhao felt strange and asked, "Qingyang, you have come to Yujing not long ago, why are you so familiar?" He was not very familiar with the outer city of Yujing.

Huo Qingyang smiled without saying a word. Can he say that he specifically asked for it? Before heading back to the house, Wei Chongrong accidentally saw the little wontons he and Junhua had eaten together before, and shouted: "Dad, let's go eat that, there are many people lining up, it must be delicious."

Wei Zhao is not very interested in food other than sweets, but Wei Chongrong wants to eat it, so he will not object, and Huo Qingyang doesn't care. He has always lacked resistance to food, so the three of them went to a small shop selling wonton stall.

The wonton stall is set up by the old couple. It covers a small area. There are four or five tables. There are more people standing in line than sitting and eating. eat.

Huo Qingyang glanced at Wei Zhao worriedly, for fear that he would not be able to accept such an environment. Who knew that Wei Zhao was saying to 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. Those places he knew that sold good things were basically found this way. When they saw a lot of people, they would try it. If they tasted delicious, they would remember it, and come back next time.

Wei Zhao led Wei Chongrong to line up, Huo Qingyang stood by the table and waited for an empty seat. Two people in front left after eating. He didn't wait for the others to react, and suddenly rushed over and took the seat, waiting for Wei Zhao to take the small The wontons came over, just right to sit.

The little wontons were numb and spicy, and they were exciting to eat. Just when Wei Chongrong was having a good time, there was an unharmonious sound from the table behind them.

It turned out that two people were whispering about Wei Zhao in a very disdainful tone. The implication was that he lost the face of the Dayan Dynasty. Wei Chongrong and Huo Qingyang were very angry, and Huo Qingyang was so angry that he almost stood up and wanted to settle accounts with those two, 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 make fun of you."

Huo Qingyang and Wei Chongrong had to be quiet, but after listening to those words, no one was in a good mood. They hurriedly ate the little wontons and paid to leave.

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

Huo Qingyang grabbed Wei Zhao's hand and said excitedly, "His Royal Highness, of course I don't think that way. What kind of person are you, I don't know?" He was worried that Wei Zhao would feel uncomfortable when he heard those words. .

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

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 his study every day. Wei Chongrong followed, and when he saw Huo Qingyang's excited and painful expression, he really didn't know what to say.

At the end of the five-day shift, Huo Qingyang reluctantly returned to the Xicheng Camp. Before leaving, he took the homework that Wei Zhao gave him, which he would have to pay when he came back next time.

Wei Zhao was fine for a while, so he took Wei Chongrong to see Junqing. His belly was already very big, and it was almost the same size compared to when he was in Wei Chongrong's health. At first glance, it seemed that the weight control of the fetus was not effective.

Wei Chongrong habitually touched Junqing's belly, but Junhua kicked him severely, and kicked it very hard. Wei Zhao pulled Wei Chongrong back, frowned and asked Junqing, "Have you seen Mr. Duanmu? How do you say it?"

Junqing paused, frowned and said: "Sir said, there is really no way, only let the child come out early, if he grows, I am afraid..." Duanmu Hui must be thinking of him, but he will not let the child stay long enough. He wanted to come and felt a little guilty, afraid that it would be bad for him.

Seeing that Duanmu Hui had a plan to deal with it, Wei Zhao felt a little relieved, and asked again, "Did you ever say that sir, when will I induce labor for you?" Junqing gave birth, he must have come over, even if he was guarding outside. , the heart can be more at ease.

"Mr. said it's enough after the Lantern Festival. I asked him to push it for a few more days. After 20 years, Mr. agreed." Junqing stroked his stomach and said calmly.

Wei Zhao was puzzled and frowned, "Why do you have to postpone it? The child is already very big, and it's not good for you or the child to drag on for a long time..." In three days, it will be the Lantern Festival. Why push back.

Junqing glanced at him lightly and explained: "Xin'er is training in Xishan, and she won't have a rest until the end of the year." He believes that he is not a weak person, but giving birth to a man is always very dangerous, and naturally he hopes to have a lover Be by your side.

It turned out to be waiting for Ji Xin, Wei Zhao knew that, and didn't ask any more questions. Wei Chongrong frowned when he heard Junqing's words. He remembered Jun Hua's birthday very clearly. It was the 46th year of Yongjia, the 18th day of the first month.

Since Junqing was planned, he would have to wait for twenty before induction of labor, and apart from the fact that the fetus was too large and had to be delivered in advance, there was no other problem with his body. There must be a reason for how he would give birth prematurely.

Wei Chongrong didn't know the reason for Junqing's premature birth, so he couldn't tell him directly, you have to pay attention in the next few days, don't bump it, or something will happen...

Just when he was struggling, he suddenly heard Wei Zhao say, "Qinger, as you said, can Xiner accompany you for the Lantern Festival? Yo Yo, can he come?" Man, he doesn't trust him alone.

Junqing rubbed his brows and shook his head gently: "I'm not a child, so I can't let people stay with me all day?" The meaning is very clear, even Lu Ming is not free.

Without thinking, Wei Zhao hurriedly said, "It's just normal. I'm still alone during the festival, how desolate. I have nothing to do recently, and 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 18th day of the first lunar month. As long as Junhua was not as unlucky as Wei Zhao, he should have not had an attack on the 15th day. Although he didn't know what happened, with him and Wei Zhao there, even if something happened, it could be resolved.

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

Junqing was noncommittal to Wei Zhao's statement. Anyway, he just told Wei Zhao not to come, and he wouldn't listen, so it's better not to say it.