After my daughter had eaten and drank enough, she fell asleep very contentedly, quietly, like a little lady.

Guan Ji pulled off her sweater and asked softly: "Why is Alang back so soon?"

Feng Junhou's eyes were still staring at a certain place, reluctant to leave.

Hearing Guan Ji's question, she responded in a low voice: "I missed you and wanted to see my son and daughter as soon as possible, so I left the army behind and rushed back with my personal guards."

Guan Ji noticed someone's gaze, her face turned red, and she kicked him secretly.

Feng woke up with a start and glanced at Zhang Xingyi next to him with a guilty conscience.

Zhang Xingyi's eyes were about to burst into flames, and his teeth were chattering.

She made a "poof" gesture at him, then turned around and prepared to leave.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

The daughter in Guan Ji's arms stretched out her little hand.

Feng Yong quickly reached out to hug his daughter.

Guan Ji handed it over with some worry and said, "Can you hug me?"

"Don't worry, didn't I hug you just now? Besides, even if you didn't hug me, I haven't seen it yet?"

Feng Yong took it carefully.

Who among the rural children never raised younger siblings when they were young?

"Spitting up milk?"

"ah?"

Guan Ji was stunned and didn't understand Feng Yong's question.

"Will my child vomit after eating enough?"

Feng Yong asked again to explain.

Only then did Guan Ji understand. Her face was a little red, and she pinched Feng Yong lightly, "No."

At the same time, he signaled that Si Niang was still nearby.

Unexpectedly, she turned her head and found Siniang gently opening the door, apparently wanting to leave some space for herself.

Feng Yongyong didn't care about anything else. He only lowered his head to look at the child. He smiled with satisfaction after hearing this. He was such a good child.

Even so, he carefully tilted the child slightly.

After a while, the wet nurse came in and wanted to take the baby away.

Feng Yong shook his head, reluctant to let go, "I'll do it."

He carried the child to the cubicle, carefully placed his daughter side by side next to his sleeping son, and touched the kang, feeling that the temperature was just right, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Pediatric doctors in Nanxiang have indeed accumulated a lot of experience in this area.

After the child fell asleep, Feng Yong had time to notice other things.

"Didn't you say that Madam is here? Why don't you see anyone?"

"After the child is one month old, with the help of a wet nurse and a medical worker, I can see it by myself."

Guan Ji explained as she walked out of the inner room with Feng Yong, "Didn't Alang tell Amei what to do?"

"I heard that the progress was not going well. My aunt came over and could help me take a look, so I went to the manufacturing bureau."

Having said this, Guan Ji was a little dissatisfied.

"I don't know what A Lang asked Amei to make. Even my aunt found it difficult."

"You said you came to see me, but you didn't know that I go to the manufacturing bureau early every day these days, just like I'm on duty there."

When Feng Yong heard this, he was a little surprised and surprised: "Madam, you went to the manufacturing bureau to help develop the bed crossbow?"

This is a great thing!

Among the engineers he knows so far, Feng Yong only recognizes two and a half, one is Huang Yueying and the other is Ma Jun.

The other half is Pu Yuan, who specializes in blacksmithing, unlike Huang Yueying who is cross-domain.

Huang Yueying and Pu Yuan are both in Dahan, and they are also related to Zhuge Laoyao.

Ma Jun is very good, at least not worse than Huang Yueying, maybe even better?

Fortunately, he had always been a minor official in Wei State and was not taken seriously.

"Not only did he go, but he also praised the manufacturing bureau's rules and said that standardization is a great way to gather the efforts of everyone."

"By the way, are you hungry, Alang? My aunt should be back soon. I will go and order the servants to prepare dinner first. Is Alang going to eat something to fill his stomach first?"

Guan Ji asked with concern.

"I'm actually a little hungry."

Feng Yong said something, then looked back at the inner room. The door was closed. The wet nurse would not come out before the child woke up.

There was no one else around, so his eyes began to flicker and he asked quietly: "I saw that my daughter only ate one side just now?"

"What side?"

Guan Ji didn't understand at first, and then when she saw where someone's gaze fell, her face turned red and she said "poof" shyly.

"Won't it go up?"

Feng swallowed his saliva and asked with concern.

"Well, it's a bit full, but don't worry, just feed two next time. This time they are both hungry, so I can only feed one first."

Guan Ji was a little shy and explained.

It’s easy to make…quantity.

Feng Junhou felt a little proud. I knew from the beginning that my children would definitely not go hungry.

"I'm hungry too..."

"ah!"

This is Guan Ji exclaiming in a low voice.

"Snapped!"

This is the sound of Guan Ji hitting someone.

Huang Yueying and Amei returned from the manufacturing bureau an hour earlier than usual.

In the residence of the Colonel Protecting Qiang, many servants were walking back and forth, their steps were light and the atmosphere was full of joy.

The prince who won a great victory has returned home!

The servants don't understand any big principles, they only know that their lives are closely connected with the Hou Mansion.

The more powerful the monarch is, the longer everyone's good life will last, and it is best to last forever.

Seeing the Prime Minister's wife and Mrs. Mei returning to their residence, the servants passing by all saluted.

Zhang Xingyi stood at the door of the small living room before dinner, directing the servants, and seemed to be preparing dinner.

In the Nuan Pavilion, Feng Junhou was lazily leaning on a bench covered with cashmere, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Guan Ji's cheeks were slightly red, and she was far away from him, looking through documents, but her eyes were always wandering inadvertently, as if she had done something wrong.

Seeing Huang Yueying push the door open and come in, she quickly stood up like a frightened little rabbit and said, "Aunt, you are back."

Huang Yueying nodded slightly and looked at Feng Yong.

"Meet Madam."

Feng Junhou solemnly saluted.

"We are all one family, there is no need to be so divided."

After not seeing each other for three years, Huang Yueying was happy to see that Feng Yongyong had not only become calm, but also had the power of a superior person. She regarded him as a nephew.

"It has really changed! In the past three years, although you have not been in Jincheng, news about you still comes from Jincheng from time to time."

Huang Yueying walked up to him and looked at it carefully for a while, with appreciation in her eyes, "It's a little less delicate than a few years ago."

"My body and bones are much stronger than before. It seems that I suffered a lot in the army."

Feng Yong giggled and didn't explain.

Huang Yueying asked Feng Yong and Guan Ji to sit down and said, "After the Battle of Longyou, news about you spread all over Jincheng. It is not an exaggeration to say that your reputation is spread throughout the world."

"After hearing the news from the front, I felt really scared."

"To be honest, it's hard to say what the Northern Expedition would have been like without you."

"Thinking about what you were like a few years ago, I don't think you have such courage. Even the Queen Mother in the palace said that Feng Mingwen was born in the Han Dynasty and was excellent in both civil and military affairs..."

Huang Yueying may have been too happy, so she was a little nagging and asked a lot of questions.

Feng Yong answered one by one.
To be continued...