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Chapter 421 Don¡¯t be trapped by the past

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    "Awan, you are back."

    It had just gotten dark and the room was still very hot. Zhao Xiyue asked someone to put a deck chair in the yard and hold the child in the yard to enjoy the cool air.

    The child relied on her very much. He held her collar tightly with his little hands and put his head against her chest. When he heard the sound, he stretched his neck and looked around curiously.

    In just a few days, the child has become noticeably mellower, his arms have grown into swollen lotus roots, and his cheeks have become chubby, like the money-distributing boy in the New Year paintings.

    The wet nurse said happily: "The young master likes the princess very much. He hasn't cried much in the past few days, and his appetite has improved a lot. Look, girl, the young master has gained weight."

    Song Wan smiled slightly, walked to the reclining chair and sat down. Zhao Xiyue handed the child to her and said with a smile: "My dear, this is your aunt, please let her hug her."

    Such a young child probably couldn't understand what his aunt meant. He tilted his head and looked at Song Wan for a while. After feeling that Song Wan had no ill intentions, he opened his little hands towards Song Wan for a hug.

    Song Wan took him into his arms.

    When I got my hands on it, I realized that the child had indeed gained a lot of weight and was quite heavy. If Song Wan hadn't gotten better now, I might not have been able to hold him.

    However, after gaining weight, his body became softer and his skin was very delicate, and his whole body still exuded a pleasant milky fragrance. Song Wan's heavy mood improved a little, and his brows relaxed.

    The child didn¡¯t know how to be sad, so he kicked his little feet on Song Wan¡¯s legs, fell on Song Wan¡¯s body and soaked up a pool of saliva, giggling.

    Zhao Xiyue laughed and said, "I heard people say that children are the cutest at this age. In two years, he will be able to walk and he will become a dog."

    Zhao Xiyue had lost her strength at Cao's house before. She had been holding the child in her arms for the past few days, but she couldn't bear it anymore. Now while Song Wan was holding the child, she moved her arms.

    Song Wan couldn¡¯t help but ask when he saw her: ¡°There is a wet nurse in the yard, why are you bothering yourself like this?¡±

    "That's how I am. When I see a child, I want to hug him and kiss him. I can't control it." Zhao Xiyue felt a little embarrassed, and then sighed, "Fortunately, this is not my child, otherwise I don't know what he will be like if he is spoiled by me in the future.  Sample."

    The child didn¡¯t know what they were talking about. After smearing a large amount of saliva on Song Wan¡¯s body, he put his fingers into his mouth and started sucking.

    Song Wan took out his fingers and wiped them clean. After a while, he put them into his mouth again. This was repeated several times. The child thought Song Wan was playing some game with him and started giggling again. Song Wan had no choice but to grab it.  She patted his hand gently and said, "You are not allowed to eat your hands."

    Song Wan deliberately kept a straight face. The child looked at her and then at his hands, lowered the corners of his mouth, and soon began to cry. Zhao Xiyue hurriedly took him back and coaxed softly: "My dear, you can't eat your hands in the first place.  Auntie is doing this for your own good, why are you still so stingy that you cry?"

    The child cried harder, and Zhao Xiyue softened her tone and said, "Okay, okay, you are not stingy, you are not stingy at all, don't cry."

    In the end, it was the wet nurse who took the baby away to breastfeed her.

    There were no children here, so Zhao Xiyue finally turned her attention to Song Wan. Song Wan looked no different than usual, but Zhao Xiyue clearly felt that she was unhappy. However, Zhao Xiyue did not ask Song Wan directly, and just asked the servants to bring tea sets.  Make tea.

    "I used to like making tea, but the host said I was too impetuous and didn't appreciate the fun of making tea. Later, I copied Buddhist scriptures at Yunshan Temple for a period of time, and finally understood what the host was talking about."

    Zhao Xiyue¡¯s movements are very skillful, without deliberately showing off her skills, but her movements are smooth and smooth, which is pleasing to the eye.

    Song Wan asked: "What does the princess understand now?"

    Zhao Xiyue poured out the first tea, mixed a new cup and put it in front of Song Wan, saying: "Don't force the deceased to stay, don't force the past, cherish the present, and don't be trapped by the past."

    The tea was boiling hot, and the heat was rising. Song Wan looked at it steadily and said, "I understand the truth, but when I am involved in it, I still can't get it right." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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