Amei was not qualified to interrupt, so she stood there, but the joy in her eyes almost overflowed.

I don't know how long it took, but the door of the room was pushed open, and Zhang Xingyi walked in, "Aunt, sister, it's time for dinner."

I don’t know if it was because of what my aunt said that the couple in the house started crying at this time.

"Is the child hungry?"

Huang Yueying still didn't finish her meaning and said something.

Guan Ji hurriedly entered the inner room and took the child from the wet nurse.

I don’t know whether the son or the daughter took a few puffs, but found that nothing could come out, and suddenly started dancing and crying again.

Huang Yueying heard the crying, walked in and asked, "Why are you still crying?"

Guan Ji was so frightened that her hands trembled, her face turned red, and she muttered a few words.

Fortunately, the child cried loudly, and Huang Yueying's attention was all on the child, but she did not notice Guan Ji's abnormality.

Guan Ji handed the child to the wet nurse and motioned for the wet nurse to feed her, and the child stopped crying.

The child felt a sense of presence. After Huang Yueying came out of the room, she finally remembered something.

She asked Feng Yong, who was waiting outside: "The child's 100th day is coming soon, have you thought of a name?"

Feng Yong nodded: "My nickname was given by Sanniang. Anyway, I'm used to it, so I won't change it."

The son’s name is Ah Chong and the daughter’s name is Shuang Shuang.

They are called Ah Chong because they are easy to feed, and they are called Shuangshuang because they are in pairs.

"You are willing to accommodate Sanniang."

Huang Yueying said something.

Then he asked, "The child's name will be announced to the outside world in a hundred days. What name do you plan to choose?"

"My son's name is Feng Ling, and my daughter's name is Feng Ying."

Feng Yong replied.

"What did you say?"

Huang Yueying couldn't figure out the meaning of this.

"When the child was born, it was when I captured Lingju City, so I chose the word Ling."

Huang Yueying listened to Feng Yong's explanation and nodded, "I see, it can be regarded as placing my hope as a father."

"Why is that pair named Ying?"

Feng Yong smiled slightly and said, "The moths are snowy and the willows are golden, and the laughter is filled with fragrance. This is a sentence I wrote for my daughter, so I chose the word Ying."

As soon as these words came out, not only Huang Yueying, but also Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi's eyes lit up.

"Good sentence!" Huang Yueying praised in praise, thought about it for a while, and then sighed, "The daughter of the Feng family will be able to overwhelm others just by her name."

Feng Yong smiled proudly.

Isn’t that right?

When others report their names, they are all dry and dry. The most they can show off is: "Who is my master?"

Only my daughter did not need to say her name at all, but directly reported her unique symbol: "The moth is like a golden wisp of snow and a willow, and the laughter is full of secret fragrance."

Then others suddenly realized: "Oh, it turns out she is the young master of Feng Junhou's family!"

"That's the only sentence?"

But Guan Ji felt more and more uncomfortable the more she thought about it, so she couldn't help but ask.

This person's favorite thing to do in the article is to read half of it and retain half of it, which is very annoying.

"This is all I have for now. I will write a song specially for her later. Even if it is a gift for her, it is not an article."

Today's poetry has just broken away from the Confucian classics of the Han Dynasty, and various rhythms have not yet been fully formed.

Most of the time, everyone just plays freely.

Not to mention the further things like lyrics.

If you write a long or short sentence, no one will say anything, and others will think you are creating a new style of writing.

"You dote on your daughter." Huang Yueying noted this in her mind, secretly thinking that just these two sentences were exciting enough.

Not to mention the few articles written by this guy, few can compare to them.

Come to think of it, even the music is enough to make people look forward to it.

"Why don't you also write a few words for Ah Chong?"

Zhang Xingyi stood up for his nephew.

"Can't write it!"

Feng Junhou answered confidently.

On the spot, Huang Yueying, Guan Ji, Zhang Xingyi and the others choked heavily.

After eating the sumptuous dinner specially prepared by Zhang Xingyi, Feng Yong took another bath before going to bed.

A breakup was better than a wedding, not to mention that this was the first time Feng Yong could spend the night in Guan Ji's room after Guan Ji became pregnant.

During the past few months when the leader was away, his murderous aura was relatively strong. It would take a long time to eliminate the murderous aura in his body, so he slept relatively late at night.

In addition, I was a little tired after traveling all the way back from Lingju, and I didn't want to wake up the next morning.

Feeling a bright light, Feng Yong reluctantly opened his eyes. Feeling that his eyes were astringent, he immediately squinted his eyes again.

In the light of the candle, he saw a familiar figure moving in front of the window.

"Xijun, what are you doing?"

Guan Ji turned around and said apologetically, "But are you disturbing A Lang?"

Look out the window, it's still dark.

It gets late in the winter and I don’t know what time it is.

Wrapped in a warm fine velvet quilt, Feng Yong asked lazily: "What are you doing up so early?"

He just felt sour and refreshed at the same time, and he didn't want to move at all.

"Alang is away on an expedition, and all the rest will be left to my concubine. Now that Alang has returned victorious, he just needs to rest peacefully, and leave the rest to my concubine."

Guan Ji stood up and walked to the couch.

Only then did Feng Yong realize that she was actually wearing a military uniform again, and she was full of heroic spirit - but her chest muscles were a bit exaggerated.

"What are you doing?"

Feng Yong asked in surprise.

"Alang has brought back all the personal guards this time?"

Guan Ji didn't answer, but asked a question.

"That's natural."

Feng Yong was a little confused.

Guan Ji nodded, but she was talking about another thing.

"About ten days ago, someone from Phanhan in Longxi sent several heads. According to the person who sent them, they were the heads of the leaders of the Hu rebels in Longxi."

"Oh, is there anything else?"

Feng Yong finally came to his senses, stood up and said, "Tell me carefully."

He really didn't know this.

Guan Ji said calmly, "Six Niang synthesized the information from all parties and came to a conclusion: the barbarians over there in Wuhan probably won't be able to survive this winter."

I recall that last winter the rebels in the west of Longxi were first robbed by the Xianbei, and then some of them were maimed by themselves.

It seems very reasonable that they cannot survive this winter.

"In addition, Xiping has now returned to the hands of the Han Dynasty, Wuhan is surrounded by the Han Dynasty on three sides, and there are high mountains to the south. Now they may not even have the strength to climb over the mountain."

Guan Ji sat on the edge of the couch, "It seems that Alang really beat them up last winter."

Feng Yong smiled proudly, "I don't even know who your Alang is!"

Guan Ji nodded and praised: "Alanguo is very powerful."

Unexpectedly, there was another twist later, "I just heard that after the siege of Didao Qiang and Hu was resolved last year, Alang was assassinated?"

The smile on Feng Yong's face suddenly solidified.

"I was looking through the archived files a few days ago, and that's when I found out about this. At that time, the personal guards failed to protect me well, and the thieves forced me to stand in front of Alang."

"Fortunately, Siniang arranged for a hero to be on the sidelines, so Alang was safe, right?"

Guan Ji looked at Feng Yong steadily.
To be continued...