Chapter 4567
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The woman held the child and patted him on the back. After being held in her arms, she probably smelled the smell of the woman and stopped crying immediately. She just arched her head on the woman.
The woman found a chair to sit down, untied the buttons on her clothes and fed the child.
The child ate a few mouthfuls, lay safely in the woman's arms and fell asleep again
Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at this scene and suddenly felt as if he were a redundant person.
Seeing that the child was asleep again, Zhuang Xiaoyu stretched out his hands towards the child: "hold it for me, I'll hold him."
The woman refused to give it, stood the child up, let the child lie on his chest and gently patted the child's back: "madam, when the baby is full, he should burp, otherwise he will spit milk. It's bad in case of choking. When I'm done, I'll hold the child for you."
Zhuang Xiaoyu stared at the man holding the child and pacing back and forth slowly in front of him, singing a lullaby in his mouth.
Zhuang Xiaoyu asked again, "when did you start to be a nurse for the young master?"
The woman was stunned and answered truthfully, "it's almost a month."
Zhuang Xiaoyu calculated the time. Soon after the child was born, the woman began to be a nurse for the child.
As a mother, Zhuang Xiaoyu feels the same for the woman who lost her beloved son.
She stood up and took the child from the woman's hand: "I'll hold it and lie in the cradle. It's cold, so as not to sleep with it."
The woman reluctantly handed the child over to Zhuang Xiaoyu, hurried to tidy up the bedding in the cradle, and told him: "the baby often wakes up at night and loves to be clean. She has to take a bath for him every two days..."
Before he finished, the child began to cry again in Zhuang Xiaoyu's arms. He was already sick and weak. At the moment, he looked blue and purple, as if he was out of breath.
Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't know how to coax him. She didn't have milk, and she didn't have a good smell of milk. The child knew people by smell, so she didn't want to hold her at all.
Seeing this, the woman quickly took the child from Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand: "I'll come, I'll come."
The woman took the child, and the child immediately stopped crying and slept quietly.
Zhuang Xiaoyu was wringing her handkerchief and was at a loss.
The woman put the child in the cradle, turned her head to Zhuang Xiaoyu and said comfortingly, "madam, the baby is still small and can't recognize people. When he is older, he will be filial to you when he grows up.
The high priest told me that you are in poor health. In the future, let the child be brought up by the slave. The slave must try his best to bring up the young master as his own son. "
Zhuang Xiaoyu nodded, sat on the edge of the cradle and looked at the sleeping child. From the heart, the child didn't look very good. Although he was full-term, he didn't know whether he was full-term. He was still blue and purple, wrinkled, without hair and eyebrows. He cried like a little old man.
Although the facial features are not long open, they do not look like Qin Wuyan and himself.
But when she returned to her room with her child in her arms, Qin was speechless. This is the case with children who have just reached the full moon. When they grow to half a year old, their facial features will grow and open.
Zhuang Xiaoyu gently shook his cradle and casually asked, "I haven't asked your husband and wife's name yet. How did master Qingyun choose you to be the young master's nurse?"
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The woman held the child and patted him on the back. After being held in her arms, she probably smelled the smell of the woman and stopped crying immediately. She just arched her head on the woman.
The woman found a chair to sit down, untied the buttons on her clothes and fed the child.
The child ate a few mouthfuls, lay safely in the woman's arms and fell asleep again
Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at this scene and suddenly felt as if he were a redundant person.
Seeing that the child was asleep again, Zhuang Xiaoyu stretched out his hands towards the child: "hold it for me, I'll hold him."
The woman refused to give it, stood the child up, let the child lie on his chest and gently patted the child's back: "madam, when the baby is full, he should burp, otherwise he will spit milk. It's bad in case of choking. When I'm done, I'll hold the child for you."
Zhuang Xiaoyu stared at the man holding the child and pacing back and forth slowly in front of him, singing a lullaby in his mouth.
Zhuang Xiaoyu asked again, "when did you start to be a nurse for the young master?"
The woman was stunned and answered truthfully, "it's almost a month."
Zhuang Xiaoyu calculated the time. Soon after the child was born, the woman began to be a nurse for the child.
As a mother, Zhuang Xiaoyu feels the same for the woman who lost her beloved son.
She stood up and took the child from the woman's hand: "I'll hold it and lie in the cradle. It's cold, so as not to sleep with it."
The woman reluctantly handed the child over to Zhuang Xiaoyu, hurried to tidy up the bedding in the cradle, and told him: "the baby often wakes up at night and loves to be clean. She has to take a bath for him every two days..."
Before he finished, the child began to cry again in Zhuang Xiaoyu's arms. He was already sick and weak. At the moment, he looked blue and purple, as if he was out of breath.
Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't know how to coax him. She didn't have milk, and she didn't have a good smell of milk. The child knew people by smell, so she didn't want to hold her at all.
Seeing this, the woman quickly took the child from Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand: "I'll come, I'll come."
The woman took the child, and the child immediately stopped crying and slept quietly.
Zhuang Xiaoyu was wringing her handkerchief and was at a loss.
The woman put the child in the cradle, turned her head to Zhuang Xiaoyu and said comfortingly, "madam, the baby is still small and can't recognize people. When he is older, he will be filial to you when he grows up.
The high priest told me that you are in poor health. In the future, let the child be brought up by the slave. The slave must try his best to bring up the young master as his own son. "
Zhuang Xiaoyu nodded, sat on the edge of the cradle and looked at the sleeping child. From the heart, the child didn't look very good. Although he was full-term, he didn't know whether he was full-term. He was still blue and purple, wrinkled, without hair and eyebrows. He cried like a little old man.
Although the facial features are not long open, they do not look like Qin Wuyan and himself.
But when she returned to her room with her child in her arms, Qin was speechless. This is the case with children who have just reached the full moon. When they grow to half a year old, their facial features will grow and open.
Zhuang Xiaoyu gently shook his cradle and casually asked, "I haven't asked your husband and wife's name yet. How did master Qingyun choose you to be the young master's nurse?"
The woman held the child and patted him on the back. After being held in her arms, she probably smelled the smell of the woman and stopped crying immediately. She just arched her head on the woman.The woman found a chair to sit down, untied the buttons on her clothes and fed the child.The child ate a few mouthfuls, lay safely in the woman's arms and fell asleep againZhuang Xiaoyu looked at this scene and suddenly felt as if he were a redundant person.Seeing that the child was asleep again, Zhuang Xiaoyu stretched out his hands towards the child: "hold it for me, I'll hold him."The woman refused to give it, stood the child up, let the child lie on his chest and gently patted the child's back: "madam, when the baby is full, he should burp, otherwise he will spit milk. It's bad in case of choking. When I'm done, I'll hold the child for you."Zhuang Xiaoyu stared at the man holding the child and pacing back and forth slowly in front of him, singing a lullaby in his mouth.Zhuang Xiaoyu asked again, "when did you start to be a nurse for the young master?"The woman was stunned and answered truthfully, "it's almost a month."Zhuang Xiaoyu calculated the time. Soon after the child was born, the woman began to be a nurse for the child.As a mother, Zhuang Xiaoyu feels the same for the woman who lost her beloved son.She stood up and took the child from the woman's hand: "I'll hold it and lie in the cradle. It's cold, so as not to sleep with it."The woman reluctantly handed the child over to Zhuang Xiaoyu, hurried to tidy up the bedding in the cradle, and told him: "the baby often wakes up at night and loves to be clean. She has to take a bath for him every two days..."Before he finished, the child began to cry again in Zhuang Xiaoyu's arms. He was already sick and weak. At the moment, he looked blue and purple, as if he was out of breath.Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't know how to coax him. She didn't have milk, and she didn't have a good smell of milk. The child knew people by smell, so she didn't want to hold her at all.Seeing this, the woman quickly took the child from Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand: "I'll come, I'll come."The woman took the child, and the child immediately stopped crying and slept quietly.Zhuang Xiaoyu was wringing her handkerchief and was at a loss.The woman put the child in the cradle, turned her head to Zhuang Xiaoyu and said comfortingly, "madam, the baby is still small and can't recognize people. When he is older, he will be filial to you when he grows up.The high priest told me that you are in poor health. In the future, let the child be brought up by the slave. The slave must try his best to bring up the young master as his own son. "Zhuang Xiaoyu nodded, sat on the edge of the cradle and looked at the sleeping child. From the heart, the child didn't look very good. Although he was full-term, he didn't know whether he was full-term. He was still blue and purple, wrinkled, without hair and eyebrows. He cried like a little old man.Although the facial features are not long open, they do not look like Qin Wuyan and himself.But when she returned to her room with her child in her arms, Qin was speechless. This is the case with children who have just reached the full moon. When they grow to half a year old, their facial features will grow and open.Zhuang Xiaoyu gently shook his cradle and casually asked, "I haven't asked your husband and wife's name yet. How did master Qingyun choose you to be the young master's nurse?"
