The things that are nothing more than those, such as pens, ink, paper, ink, ink, ink, bow, arrow, abacus, jewelry, toys, food, etc. If it is a girl, she will add embroidery patterns, rouge, etc. Whether it is a commoner's home or a wealthy family, they will always be separated from these things, just the difference between exquisite and rough.

When we arrived at Xiang Ge'er and Yi Ge'er, we had seals, ribbons and other objects that symbolize power.

Brother Xiang is the eldest son and was first taken to the blanket.

He was a slim figure among the babies and looked very clever. He held his head and looked back and forth, climbed neatly onto the table full of objects. Under the attention of everyone, he flipped it over and over again, and grabbed the ribbon in his hand, and a cheer immediately sounded.

Brother Xiang obviously had the spirit of a general, and was not disturbed by people's cheers at all. He glanced at him and grabbed another book.

Now, praise was endless.

Luo Tianzhang barely had a tight face, but in fact he was already happy. He reached out to pick up Brother Xiang and handed it to the wet nurse beside him.

After all, he is the eldest son and it is worth making a name for himself in the future. Of course, he cannot be so obviously happy.

Zhen Jing glanced at her son beside her and felt a little angry.

Ping Ge'er is the eldest son of the prince, because he did not possess a word of legitimate character at the beginning, and things like seals and ribbons are not allowed to appear. Otherwise, how could her Ping Ge'er be worse than others

Seeing that Brother Yi was placed on the blanket again, Zhen Jing felt a move in her heart and took Brother Ping over.

Since Zhao Feicui became pregnant, she knew it. This time she could come for ten things, so she deliberately trained Brother Ping and asked him to grab the silk flower to play.

At this time, the training effect was reflected. When Brother Ping saw Zhen Jing's special hint, he had already formed a conditioned reflex. He reached out and grabbed the string of pomegranate silk flowers inserted on her temples, then threw them on the table, clapping and smiling.

This incident made everyone stunned. The room suddenly calmed down.

You should know that the objects that fell on the table cannot be taken away. Yi Ge'er is a boy. It is said that silk and rouge will not appear, but at this time, he had to put them there.

But the string of pomegranate silk flowers were burning red. Among the objects, let alone children, even adults would see them at first sight, and everyone's mood suddenly became subtle.

If this young man caught a silk flower, the fun would be great.

Luo Tianzeng's face was slightly dark, and he glanced at Zhen Jing lightly.

The Sixth Prince is here, he doesn't care about these things, and there is still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Since the Chinese Flower Festival that year, the grape trellis has been set for life. Zhen Jing’s most nervous time in her life has long passed. At this moment, she accepted everyone’s eyes and was not panicked at all, and scolded: Brother Ping, you are so naughty, then hurriedly apologize to Luo Tianzhang and Zhen Miao.

Brother Ping is only over one year old now and is less than two years old, so no one will say more.

Zhen Miao stared at the bright red pomegranate flower, feeling upset, and couldn't help but glar at Zhen Jing, but after all, she couldn't breathe with the child, so she had to swallow her anger back into her stomach, showed a smile and patted Yi Ge'er: Yi Ge'er, be good, go grab things.

Yi Ge'er was not as flexible as his brother. After being encouraged by his mother, the fat little leg kicked and didn't crawl for a long time, so she simply sat on the blanket and stopped leaving.

Puchi. Some people couldn't help but chuckle.

Zhen Miao's face heated up and she reached out and patted Yi Ge'er's butt: Yi Ge'er, go ahead

Yi Ge'er moved her little butt and sat directly on Zhen Miao's hand.

Haha. Now everyone couldn't give face anymore and they all started to laugh.

Zhen Miao's face turned red, and she picked up the fat boy and threw it onto the table.

Yi Ge'er was obviously a slow man. She was not in a hurry to face so many objects when she arrived at the table. She stretched out her fat arms like lotus root nodes and searched for a long time. Finally, she grabbed a piece of lucky cake, held it and started to chew it.

This lucky cake was made by Zhen Miao himself, mixed with milk and eggs. It was soft and fragrant. It was snow-white. It only put a small piece of the size of a child's fist on the green lotus leaf plate. It was found by this fat boy.

Zhen Miao and Luo Tianzhang looked at each other.

The child's father's eyes were saying: Who asked you to put the lucky cake? It's so delicious

The child's fucking eyes were quite aggrieved: I had to put food on the Zhou rituals, so I only dared to put a piece of cake, just one piece, and among the objects like a hill, I was flipping it by your foodie son.

Brother Yi was not as good as brother, but his teeth grew faster. Now Brother Xiang had only six teeth, so he had eight. After eating the piece of cake with voracious food, his big head began to shake.

Looking at the residue on the corner of his youngest son's mouth, Zhen Miao regretted it.

She didn't dare to give her food or drink if she hadn't had a baby to catch Zhou Shi. If she had known this guy had such a big appetite, she would have filled him first

Yi Ge'er looked around, and the bright red pomegranate silk flower came into his eyes. The little fat man bent and stretched out his hand and grabbed the flower in his hand.

A fat boy with food residue hanging on the corner of his mouth was holding a silk flower in his hand. There is no need to mention this image and meaning.

This is a real playboy

The boy's father's expression changed on the spot. No one onlookers dared to speak, and his eyes were subtle.

Zhen Miao could no longer help but give Zhen Jing a fierce look.

Unexpectedly, Yi Ge'er turned his head according to her mother's gaze, then twisted and crawled to Zhen Jing, stretched out her fat hand, and handed the silk flower to Ping Ge'er beside her.

Brother Ping held the silk flower and immediately smiled. He leaned over and kissed Brother Yi on the face.

Zhen Jing's face changed immediately, and she almost sprayed out an old blood.

Where did this evil child come from? He actually returned the silk flower to Brother Ping again. Does he still remember that Brother Ping threw it out?

What's even more embarrassing is that Brother Ping happily kissed the monster for a silk flower. If this is spread, how can it be good in the future?

Zhen Miao's lips trembled, and she couldn't laugh, so she quickly lowered her eyes and pinched herself.

The monster in Zhen Jing's mouth had no idea what amazing things she had done. She was still empty-handed and stopped letting go after only grabbing one Jin Yuanbao. Zhen Miao suspected that it was because the Jin Yuanbao was like the ear-shaped milk cake she made for her brothers.

The capture of Zhou Li passed by in twists and turns, and everyone dispersed.

Zhen Jing felt embarrassed and felt a little sick after returning home. She continued to come out and jump around without mentioning it.

At Qingfeng Hall, after nightfall, Luo Tianfeng hugged his wife and said with lingering fear: Fortunately, Brother Yi was smart and knew to return the silk flowers, otherwise he would have to keep the reputation of carrying this makeup on his back in the future. Jiaojiao, you said Brother Yi was not as smart as Brother Xiang, I think he was wise and foolish.

Zhen Miao spat at him: What a wise man, I usually think he is fat, so I often throw things away and let him crawl and pick it up. If I do it right, I will reward a piece of milk cake. He even acted as a brother Ping to coax him to play with. He didn't look at the silk flowers and returned it. He didn't see Brother Ping to give it to the milk cake. Later, he was unhappy. To be continued...

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