PFC Chapter 307 Surrounded by Love
Chapter 307 Surrounded by Love
Xiao Zhixue smiled and said, "Mother, you misunderstood me. There are too many things going on at home. The prince alone is enough to keep me busy!"
Princess An glanced at her sideways, with a hint of teasing in her eyes: "Are you trying to be nice to me?"
"Hehe, mother, are you going to argue with me about this? He's your own son. If you can teach him a lesson, I will definitely be the first to applaud and cheer!"
Xiao Zhixue answered playfully.
Princess An took the little grandson from the nurse's arms, with a happy smile on her face: "I don't want to bother with you adults. I'd better stay with our precious grandson. Anyway, he doesn't need you parents anymore, right, my little rascal?"
When the little rascal saw his grandmother playing with him, he kicked his legs and laughed excitedly in Princess An's arms. His liveliness made Xiao Zhixue, who was standing by, worry whether Princess An could hold the little guy.
"Little rascal, come here, let me hug you, okay?"
Xiao Zhixue's voice was gentle and seductive. She opened her arms, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, as if to say that nothing in the world was more important than this hug at this moment.
However, the little guy was obviously unmoved. He twisted his little body flexibly and lay lightly on the other shoulder of Princess An like a little loach. His two little hands were still tightly hugging Princess An's warm neck, as if that was his safe haven.
This scene was undoubtedly the little rascal's silent declaration that after meeting this strange yet familiar person after a long separation, he actually developed a sense of discomfort and alienation towards him.
Xiao Zhixue felt a surge of pain in her heart, as if she was pricked by a thin needle, but she soon understood. After all, the world of children is ever-changing, and with more companionship, the intimacy they once had would naturally flow back between them again.
As time passed, in the second year of Kangzhong, the war between Dayan and Daliang finally came to an end, and Dayan ended the war with a glorious victory. The figure of Daliang leader Tuoba Lin lying on the wall of Yizhou became a witness to peace.
Tens of thousands of Daliang soldiers became prisoners, and their fate was bound to the land of Yizhou from then on, where they worked as laborers building walls and roads.
Faced with this irreversible situation, Emperor Tuoba Shang of Daliang had to put aside his pride and personally handed the letter of surrender to the enemy, begging for peace, and raised the issue of ransom for his son Tuoba Yan.
After careful consideration, Emperor Kang Zhong sent the Minister of Punishment and the Minister of Rites, as well as heavyweights such as Anyang Marquis Xiao Wang and Fuguo Duke Mu Qian as negotiating representatives, and embarked on a diplomatic journey to Daliang.
After Xiao Zhixue learned about this, she returned home and had an in-depth discussion with her father Xiao Wang.
Her wish is nothing more than that Dayan can gain more benefits in this negotiation to heal the trauma caused by the war. This is not only her personal wish, but also the expectation of the entire country.
Fan Yanmu understood her thoughts and knew that it was perfectly reasonable to fight for benefits at such a moment.
Time passed slowly, and it was already October in late autumn. The envoys from Daliang set foot in the capital of Dayan.
At the same time, Xiao Zhixue's relationship with Xiao Taoqi is also getting better and better. The six-month-old little guy can already sit up on his own, and every bit of his growth makes her happy.
Stepping into the warm house, Xiao Zhixue's eyes were attracted by the cheerfully jumping flames in the earth dragon. She jokingly said, "This flame seems to be more anxious than me. Why don't we send some warmth to mother's courtyard first?"
There was a hint of playfulness and concern in his words.
"Yeah, it's a bit hot indeed."
Fan Yanmu wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with a helpless smile on his lips. It was obvious that he was a little helpless about this overly intense warmth.
As the night deepened, Xiao Zhixue sat in front of the bronze mirror, her long hair cascading down like a black waterfall, and she combed it carefully, strand by strand.
In the world that once belonged to her, refreshing short hair symbolized freedom and an unrestrained attitude towards life.
But here, although this hip-length hair gives her a different kind of beauty, it also becomes a sweet burden.
Fortunately, as the daughter of Marquis Anyang, she had the right to enjoy the care of servants and did not have to handle these tedious matters herself.
Under the dim light, Fan Yanmu's eyes were fixed on Xiao Zhixue's profile, and he couldn't calm down.
Finally, this emotion turned into action. He walked quietly behind her, gave her a sudden hug, and then took firm steps towards the bed.
Xiao Zhixue was immersed in contemplation of her long hair. This sudden gentle attack caught her off guard. After a moment of surprise, she was lying comfortably on the soft bedding, and everything around her was surrounded by soft darkness.
She did not resist because this kind of intimate contact has long become a daily routine between husband and wife and is the most natural emotional exchange.
The two bodies were tightly connected without any gap, as if they were the only ones left in the world.
That night, hot water was added again and again until the morning light broke through the window and the spring atmosphere in the room slowly faded away. The maids outside the door all blushed, lowered their heads shyly, and dared not say much.
When the first ray of sunlight illuminated the eaves, the childish laughter of the little naughty boy came from inside the house, and Xiao Zhixue felt a surge of tenderness in her heart: "The world of children is so simple and happy. Eating, drinking and having fun is all they have for the day."
After breakfast, Fan Yanmu hurried to the court to handle government affairs, while Xiao Zhixue brought Xiao Taoqi to Princess An's residence.
Because the little rascal has a deep relationship with his grandmother, he is still taken care of by the princess every night, and occasionally goes to the Glass Courtyard to play during the day.
As soon as he stepped into the princess's courtyard, a servant came hurriedly to report that Xiao Ruoling and her daughter Xiao Qinxin were here to visit.
Princess An admired Xiao Ruoling very much, and perhaps even felt some sympathy and pity for this woman with a tragic fate.
Soon, Xiao Zhixue led Xiao Ruoling into the spacious hall.
Xiao Qinxin is already a one and a half year old girl. She walks steadily, but when she encounters small obstacles like thresholds, she still needs help from adults.
"Greetings to Princess An. I wish you longevity and good health."
As soon as Xiao Ruoling finished speaking, Princess An quickly responded, "Please stand up quickly. We are a family and there is no need to be so polite."
As he spoke, he gestured to Nanny Cheng beside him to help Xiao Ruoling up.
Seeing this, little Qinxin tried to salute like her mother, but her hands and feet were not long enough, and she was wearing thick clothes, so she lost her balance and almost fell.
Seeing this, Xiao Zhixue couldn't help but laugh out loud. She quickly stepped forward and hugged Xiao Qinxin, saying with a smile, "Oh, our Xiaoxin is really capable. He knows how to show respect at such a young age!"
These words made Xiao Qinxin, who was feeling a little aggrieved because of the failure of the etiquette, burst into laughter. She shyly buried her head in her mother's arms and refused to raise her head again.