noffsinger Chapter 349: Using softness to overcome strength
Chapter 349: Using softness to overcome strength
The threshold of the gate was removed, and the carriage drove straight to the door of the main house. Qin Xiuyuan walked in quickly with the person in his arms. After changing clothes and washing up, the old man rushed over on a hot wheel, carrying a medicine box.
This young lady has been looking delicate and frail for so many years, just like the saying goes that weakness overcomes strength, the softest thing in the world overcomes the strongest and toughest thing in the world. She always has a pretty general serving her all the time. Zhuzhu really should learn from her.
His mind wandered, and the doorman beside the bed glanced at him, and the old man immediately focused and held his breath. Alas, those same old ailments. "Young woman, beware of restlessness and depression. Anger hurts the liver, irritation hurts the lungs... Anger causes all kinds of illness."
He muttered to the door god who escorted him to the door, "Don't let the lady wrap her waist and abdomen. Pain in the meridians will cause all kinds of diseases."
Qin Xiuyuan nodded when he heard this. His little son next to him was crying loudly. He pushed forward and picked up the little daughter first. Wangshu, who was lying down in a depressed mood, sat up, took off his shirt and bra, wiped them with a hot towel, and the baby started sucking hard as soon as he touched it.
She held him with her left hand, and the man picked up the crying little son and fed him on his right side. He immediately arched his mouth and took the milk in to stop crying. He drank the milk in tons, as if it were sweet spring water, and his little face was chubby.
Being sucked hard at the same time, Wangshu, with tears still on her face, leaned on the man's chest and endured it with gritted teeth. After being fed, two maids came in, held her in their arms and rocked her gently to sleep.
"San'er's head is a little flat when he sleeps. How about making a soft millet pillow for him?" Qin Xiuyuan remembered that Yun Xiao was the same at that time. He always slept with one leg crossed and his head tilted to watch the fun. Over time, he started to sleep on the side. It was only with the soft millet pillow made by the young lady that his head slept round.
"General, the flat-headed doll is smart and looks better, and he wears the official hat very steadily!" The nanny who was holding Xiao San'er liked the flat-headed doll and whispered.
Wangshu observed his son's head and protested, "A flat head is ugly. From the side, it's flat and flat. It's so ugly. I watch it at night, while he sleeps on his other side. When he wakes up during the day, I ask him to lie down more and lift his head."
Nanny didn't dare to question it and nodded in agreement. Qin Xiuyuan took his angry son and let his mother pet him. He was quiet when he was full. Like his sister, he was always smiling when he was awake and would not make any noise or fuss as long as there were people around.
Wangshu was willing to take the baby and hold it in his arms. Qin Xiuyuan felt relieved and quickly took the little daughter and held her, "You two go down." The couple each held a chubby, white, tender baby with rolling eyes and fluffy fur, and sat together.
The doll's hair was yellow, frizzy, and a little curly, just like him. Qin Xiuyuan touched it and pressed it down, and soon it curled up again. "The hair is soft and fine, and when it stands up, it makes the forehead look really big."
The four dolls look almost nothing like Wangshu. With their heterochromatic eyes, high eyebrows, deep eyes and glowing white skin, they are obviously Qin Xiuyuan's offspring, not to mention their big foreheads.
He said slowly, with a hint of sarcasm, "They all look like you."
Qin Xiuyuan smiled and kissed her. All four dolls looked like him. The little woman sometimes muttered that she was just a toolkit for selling goods...
Metaphors like these are weird. Husband and wife are one. Hey, he just understands what she means.
Yun Xiao and Ming Xi rushed in after class and started hugging their younger siblings. Xiao Qing and the nanny followed them and watched them.
"Mom! I want to carry my brother out!"
The little guy learned how to hold the baby from his father, and he was very steady. He wanted to take the baby out to show off, but Wangshu disagreed, "Brother is too young. His eyes can't be exposed to too bright light. His little face will get hurt by the wind and sun..."
Yun Xiao pouted, "Aunt Chunyang took Sister Tang out! Aunt Zhuzhu too!"
"That's for a stroll at first light. At noon now, Wangcai has gone back into hiding. Do you think it's okay to take my younger siblings out?"
The little guy looked at the old dog under the table, then looked at the blazing white sky outside the window, then shook his head. "... (The sunlight is so bright) I can't open my eyes!"
"Yun Xiao, please speak a little more quietly. Your younger brother and sister have delicate ears."
Such a loud voice. Neither she nor Qin Xiuyuan likes to speak loudly. She doesn't know where the genetic mutation of their son has occurred.
Yun Xiao pouted in dissatisfaction. Wangshu got off the bed and touched the fat on his face. "Mother is next to you, not at the door. Please be gentle, I can hear you."
After that, she sat down at the table to drink some water. Her short hair, which was just shoulder-length, fell over her shoulders, looking smooth and fresh. Qin Xiuyuan rubbed his son's forehead, walked over, bent down, and whispered something in her ear. Wangshu nodded, "Let's eat first."
First he was rejected, then he was criticized, and now his parents were whispering in front of him. Feeling that he was getting less and less attention, Yun Xiao handed his sister to the nanny, snorted twice, and shouted loudly: "Father and mother don't like Yun Xiao anymore!"
Mingxi, who had been holding his younger brother obediently, was caught off guard by his sudden high voice. His body tensed and his hands loosened. Fortunately, Qin Xiuyuan and Xiaoqing were quick to act and quickly reached out to hold him on either side. Xiaosan burst into tears. Qin Xiuyuan, still in shock, held his youngest son and rocked him to comfort him. Everyone was frightened and broke into cold sweats.
Xiao Si, who was lying in the small bed, was not affected at all. He supported himself with his hands, raised his head, and stared at the people around him with a smile.
Wangshu, clutching his chest in fear, lost all his good mood. His expression was gloomy and he lacked patience. He addressed the now frightened man by name, "Qin Yunxiao, you haven't changed your ways despite repeated admonitions. You're still accusing my parents of this with empty words! Xiaoqing, take him away. Find ten guards and have them speak loudly into his ear for half a minute."
People may not be able to teach others, but things can teach them once.
Lunch was naturally confiscated. As soon as the little guy, whose ears were buzzing from the group quarreling, walked in, he saw the whole family eating, and his favorite dishes were braised spare ribs and fried chicken legs. The stool where he usually sat had been removed...
Mom was there, wearing a beautiful light blue dress. Grandpa, Grandma, and my sister kept winking at her. Dad was there too, but he glanced at her and quickly looked away...
He obediently lingered beside his dear mother, hugged her waist and began to cling to her back with his big face, lowering his voice, "Mother~ Yun Xiao... Yun Xiao said the wrong thing..."
He begged throughout the meal. Ji's father was the kindest person and said a few nice words to help. Wangshu didn't respond and just let her cry until her back was soaked.
Qin Xiuyuan finished his meal first and went out holding his son by the back of his collar like a chicken.
Ji's father and mother: ...Yun Xiao has violated the heavenly law?
Ji Wangle sympathized with his nephew and even picked up a piece of pork ribs for his niece. He was annoyed that it was not because of his bad mouth... What he said would come true...
After taking a nap and feeding the baby, Xiaoqing approached and put on a waist and abdomen binder. After thinking for a moment, she said a few words of advice, "Madam, the old doctor said not to use a waist binder. The weather is getting hot, and it's uncomfortable..."
Wangshu was afraid of heat and couldn't stand the cold, but luckily there had been plenty of ice and adequate heating over the years. She propped herself up against the bed frame, feeling a little discouraged. "This is so ugly! Try harder."