After breakfast, Yin Hui and Wei Luo set off with their two children.
The early morning sunlight was blocked by the high walls of the alleyway, making that place cooler than other places.
Wei Luo hugged Xiao Xun. Xiao Heng was so excited; he ran and jumped ahead by himself, turning back after running far.
Seeing that Wei Luo didn’t mind her son’s overly lively behavior, Yin Hui didn’t say anything.
When they arrived at Donghua Gate, the three gates were opened one by one. Xiao Heng lay on the guardrail of the arch bridge of the moat, looking down into the water.
A small red carp swam leisurely past.
Xiao Heng immediately ran to the guardrail on the other side, waiting for the red carp to swim over.
“Let’s go,” Wei Luo got off the bridge, saw his son still sitting there, and said.
His face was cold, and his voice was also cold, like running water in winter. Although he was gentle to Xiao Heng, such short and cold words were still full of a commanding tone.
Xiao Heng immediately caught up with his parents obediently.
Yin Hui looked at Wei Luo’s stern profile and couldn’t help but feel a little envious. Xiao Heng liked her as a mother very much, but the intimacy between mother and son was exchanged for her lack of majesty in front of Xiao Heng. The little guy was not afraid of her at all.
There were two carriages parked outside; the family of four got into the first one, the two wet nurses and Jinzhan got into the second one, and the birthday gifts were also placed behind.
After the carriage set off, Xiao Xun also leaned over to one side of the window and looked out curiously, just like when his brother was riding in the carriage for the first time.
Wei Luo supported his son, and Xiao Heng also squeezed over. It didn’t matter if the father talked less, Xiao Heng enthusiastically introduced to his younger brother, that one was the sky, that one was the cloud, and that one was the tree.
Leaving the palace, the carriage entered the crowded street, and the surrounding area became even more lively.
Wei Luo looked back at Yin Hui. Seeing that she was gently shaking the round fan and not looking out like a child, he continued to take care of the two children.
Yin Hui thought he wanted to cool off, so she took a fan and fanned the father and sons a few times.
The atmosphere was warm, and suddenly, Xiao Xun let out a super loud fart.
Wei Luo’s body froze for a moment, while Xiao Heng ran directly to his mother’s side, covering his nose in disgust.
“Should we let him out of the carriage?” Yin Hui was amused and worried, “Should we let Chang Feng carry Xiao Xun to the wet nurse?”
Wei Luo was about to agree, when Xiao Xun blushed, showing that he was holding back his strength.
If Xiao Xun were to be carried by Chang Feng, wouldn’t everyone on the street know that Qi Lang was stinky in public? Where would the child have his self-respect when he grows up?
The image of Er Lang, San Lang, Si Lang, and Liu Lang laughing around his Qi Lang even appeared in Wei Luo’s mind.
“Just stay here.”
Wei Luo put down the curtains, turned around, and sat down, proceeding to take off his son’s pants. Fortunately, there were items that could be used in the low cabinet nearby, and Yin Hui quickly retrieved a small porcelain basin. Wei Luo embraced Xiao Xun, and Yin Hui held the porcelain basin in her hand. Xiao Xun blinked a pair of beautiful eyes and smiled at his mother while working.
Xiao Heng covered his nose and complained from the side, but after a stern look from Wei Luo, he remained silent. Xiao Heng got behind his mother and buried his face.
Yin Hui and Wei Luo exchanged glances and then looked away at the same time, silently sharing the fragrance brought by their own son.
After dealing with it, Yin Hui covered the porcelain basin and put it back in the cabinet. When the carriage arrived at a secluded spot, Yin Hui quickly opened the curtains on both sides.
It took a long time for the gentle summer wind to blow away the lingering smell inside. Yin Hui nodded at Xiao Xun’s face and teased, “Xiao Xun must know that we all prepared birthday gifts for his great-grandfather, but he didn’t, so he also prepared one, right?”
Xiao Xun still didn’t understand.
“What did my brother prepare?”
Yin Hui pointed to the cabinet where the porcelain basin was placed, making Xiao Heng’s eyes go wide.
Wei Luo said solemnly, “You can’t tell others about this, they will laugh at your younger brother.”
After half a year of studying, Xiao Heng already understood what it meant. When Er Lang farted in class, San Lang laughed loudly. When it rained, Si Lang was scared to cry by the thunder, but Er Lang and San Lang laughed together.
“I won’t tell anyone,” Xiao Heng reassured, gently touching his younger brother’s head. His little face conveyed the seriousness and warmth of an older brother protecting his younger sibling.
The carriage arrived at the Yin Mansion, and the family of four disembarked. Jinzhan and Chang Feng followed behind the masters, carrying birthday presents, while the nurses attended to the carriage.
They were the first to arrive, and other relatives and friends were expected later, waiting until midday. The Yin Mansion remained quiet at that moment, with Uncle De leading the servants in an orderly manner.
Upon hearing the news, Yin Yong and Yin Lang strode out to welcome them. Yin Yong, dressed in a deep purple robe, stood tall with a healthy smile, showing no signs of the sadness stemming from Yin Wen’s disability or the separation with his second son and his daughter-in-law.
Seventeen-year-old Yin Lang, only half a head shorter than Elder Yin, displayed a gentleness and restraint that differed from Yin Wen. Yin Hui hadn’t noticed before, but as she observed him, she suddenly saw a striking resemblance between Yin Lang and her grandfather. Perhaps his influence was more prominent than that of her second uncle.
“For my grandfather’s birthday, I wish you blessings as boundless as the East China Sea and a longer life than Nanshan,” Yin Hui smiled as she congratulated the old man.
Wei Luo followed suit, expressing her wishes, “I wish you Songhe Changchun and a happy life in Kangning.”
Yin Yong looked at his little granddaughter with a sweet smile, acknowledging the well-wishes from his distinguished grandson-in-law. “Okay, okay, thanks to your kindness, I will live a hundred years,” he responded with a smile.
“Great-grandfather, and me!” Xiao Heng squeezed over, and recited a birthday poem wagging his head like he was reciting in front of Mr. Mei, “Ye Lai Yinhan was as pure as he is; like Antarctica, he sees the old man in the stars!”
There were eight lines in that poem, and Xiao Heng’s voice was crisp and clear, and he recited it smoothly.