Chapter 011: Sneak into the night with the wind (Part 2)

The summer is hot, but the night wind is much cooler. Yang Hao quietly returned to his residence in the back house, and turned straight into Dong'er's bedroom. Under the light, Dong'er was sitting at the table sewing clothes stitched by thread. The clothes were winter clothes worn by babies, tiger-head shoes, tiger-head hats were already made, and they were placed in the open bag on the table. The small tiger-head shoes, the white fluffy rabbit fur exposed on the mouth of the shoe, and the tiger-head hat was densely sewn with black silk thread, which looked very cute.

The clothes are Baijiayi, which is a cloth that is sought from families with all children in Luzhou. The rate of infant death in this era is high. For example, Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, had four sons and six daughters, and he died two sons and three daughters, and exactly half of them survived. The emperors took care of the princes and daughters in every detail. As a result, the rate of death of newborns among the people can be imagined. Therefore, the habit of newborns wearing Baijiayi is to borrow some popularity and hope that the children can grow up healthily.

With such customs, no matter what kind of family, no matter what kind of family, they dare not ignore such auspicious things. However, the materials come from hundreds of families. Who knows if there are any germs on them? Yang Hao ordered people to cook the cloth slices with boiling water, and then exposed them to the scorching sun before using them. The cloth slices have been sewn into clothes, and the materials are lined with silver-white cotton. At that time, cotton was still a rare thing and very expensive. It was rarely planted in the Central Plains. Even the royal family could only get some cotton and cotton from tributes from small countries in the Western Regions. These cottons were bought from Uighur merchants.

Under the light, Dong'er focused on the needle and thread, her gem-like eyes shining brightly, and her beautiful face was filled with happiness and a peaceful smile. A beautiful and graceful girl seemed to have vaguely had the style of a kind mother. A good wife and mother are a good match for men. Yang Hao saw it and couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart. He tiptoed over and gently wrapped around Dong'er's waist from behind.

Dong'er turned her head and saw that it was her husband. She couldn't help but smile sweetly, leaned her head on his shoulder, and the two of them snuggled together, rubbed their ears and enjoyed the silent warm communication. Dong'er said softly: "Are the guests settled?"

"Well, it's all settled. It's getting late. Go to bed earlier. Just let the girl and Xing'er do these needlework. Their girl-red kung fu is quite good. Now there is nothing to do in the mansion. You are prone to sleepiness, so don't be tired."

Dong'er shook her head, stroked her lower abdomen, and said gently: "This is our child. How can I not make clothes for my child personally? Dong'er is happy to do these things."

Yang Hao smiled, pulled her up, and said, "You are born with a hard life, forget it, let's continue to do it tomorrow. The baby is born, and I'm afraid it's time to wait until the snow is heavy. It's still very early, and it's not too busy to make clothes for a while."

Dong'er smiled sweetly and put away the needle and thread as she said.

The lights were off, the moonlight shone through the window, and amid the chirping of crickets and Weaver Girl, the couple lay side by side on the bed, whispering in the silence.

Dong'er looked at the charming moonlight in the window and said sweetly: "Dong'er was born in winter. Calculate the day, this child should be born in winter. I'm thinking, what name should I give him then?"

Yang Hao yawned and chuckled, "Mom is also Dong, and I am also Dong, so I'll call Dongdong."

Dong'er said angrily: "How can you name it so casually?"

She turned her head and thought seriously: "It doesn't matter if she treats it as a nickname. If she treats it as a big name, it's not appropriate for a boy to call this name. If she is a girl, this name is not worthy of your identity as a lady in the Grand Marshal's Mansion. The name will be with you for life. Don't be perfunctory..."

Yang Hao yawned lazily and said, "Well, then I won't pay for this god. There are a lot of talented women in our family, including the owner of Qingyin Xiaozhu, the eldest lady of the Tang family, the young Dong'er who is well-read in poetry and books, and even Miaomiao, who is also a big expert in poetry and songs. The pretty courtesan on the Green Leaf List. If you really want to talk about it, I, the head of the family, have the least ink in my belly. Why do you have to show that ugly? If it really doesn't work, let Mr. Lin and the others think about it..."

"You, you are so careless about being a father, you don't care about your child's name."

Dong'er wrapped around his neck and said softly: "When I was in Bazhou, Dong'er thought she would live in winter for the rest of her life. Since she had an official... Dong'er felt that she was a woman, a happy woman."

Yang Hao coughed intentionally and said, "This is arbitrary. Be careful that your baby will protest."

Dong'er woke up and couldn't help laughing. Yang Hao couldn't help but feel moved when he heard her giggle. He suddenly hugged her and said, "In a few days, a little guy will come to compete with him for food. I'm not willing to give up. I'm really unwilling to do so. Come on, let the official eat a few bites first."

"Ah... don't..." Dong'er shouted, but did not stop him, allowing him to pull open his clothes and reveal the two bright moons. Under Yang Hao's gentle kiss, the blush gradually spread to his face, and his starry eyes gradually became blurred. She couldn't help but hold Yang Hao's broad and strong back tightly and said emotionally: "With the love of the officials, Dong'er is a happy woman. With our biological flesh and blood, Dong'er felt that as a woman, this is a perfect life. As long as she can guard the officials and our children, Dong'er will be content. Officials, do you like children? This is our first child. No matter whether you have a boy or a girl, don't be disappointed?"

"I like it, of course I like it."

Yang Hao moved upwards, gently hugged her soft waist, which had not yet appeared, kissed her gently on her lips, and said with a low smile: "Officials like children, no matter boys or girls, I have told you not to worry, you just can't rest assured."

He paused and smiled wickedly, "But... the officials prefer to make children with Dong'er. When the little guy is born, we will continue to work hard to give birth to him and have a family of descendants..."

"Official..."

Dong'er's starry eyes shone. She raised her chin and kissed Yang Hao back happily. Then, she licked her cherry lips with satisfaction like a kitten that had just eaten a fat fish. She leaned gently on Yang Hao's chest, rubbed her tender cheeks with his chest, and said softly: "Dong'er is an official. Whatever the official wants, Dong'er will follow the official..."

Yang Hao hugged her a little tighter, gently stroked her long, smooth and beautiful hair, which was as loose as a waterfall. He looked up at the bright moon outside the window, and his mind suddenly floated to the sky: "The first child..., alas, will the mother of the first child be as happy as Dong'er?"

At this time, in the Yuehua Palace of Shangjing, the dusty scimitar Xiao Liu and the iron niu had appeared in front of Xiao Chuo. Xiao Chuo wore a black veil-decorated hat, a hundred-sized clothes, and a curved pipa sleeve. His beautiful and lonely appearance was like a lazy blooming peony. He asked lightly: "Yang Hao...has he returned to the northwest now?"
Chapter completed!