The servant woman scolded, "Aren't you going to coax the little Langjun? If you disturb the big shots in the house, how many lives do you have to pay? "
This servant woman was not very old. To be honest, she was only one or two years older than the European Emperor. She was about the same as a junior or senior.
However, a junior or senior was only a young girl in society, but the servant woman in front of him was the inner courtyard manager who assisted Yan Shuxuan in taking care of dozens of people in the backyard. In modern times, she could be regarded as the general manager of a medium-sized company. Her aura was very oppressive.
The European Emperor secretly swallowed his grievances and coaxed the crying little boy. He almost whispered in a pleading tone, "Little ancestor, please don't cry, okay? If you cry again, I will cry for you … I didn't pay attention to strangle you just now … "
The servant woman was a few steps away from the European Emperor. The European Emperor was begging Baby in his arms with a voice that was almost in his mouth, so the servant woman did not hear what he said. Seeing that the little Langjun had not stopped crying, the servant woman's face fell. She was about to say something when she heard footsteps coming from the house. When the servant woman saw that it was Yang Tao, she immediately saluted and greeted him. The European Emperor reacted a few beats slower.
He saluted the boy in his arms and looked down to see a pair of feet wearing snow-white socks and wooden clogs.
As he was guessing who this person was, the boy in his arms stopped crying and stretched out his hands to the person. Most of his body leaned toward the person.
The European Emperor was so scared that he hugged the boy tightly. The person seemed to notice his panic and worry and said gently, "It's okay. Let me hold him for a while."
The little Bei Bei was particularly well-behaved in Yang Tao's arms. His watery black grape-like eyes were covered with some water vapor, looking pitiful and cute.
"I have never seen such a clever little Langjun. Did he cry to attract your attention because he knew that Lord Zhengze was in the house?"
The European Emperor twisted his sleeves anxiously, for fear that others would find out that the child was crying because he was strangling him.
This was not a society ruled by law. The servants had no human rights. If they offended the master, they would be beaten to death.
At this time, the European Emperor heard the sound of nature.
Xiao Rongrong, the handsome Yang Si, who he usually ridiculed for having no moral integrity, actually stood up for him and cleverly covered up the fault of the European Emperor. At the same time, he praised the child. Even though Ou Huang had yet to enter society and the workplace, he knew that Yang Si was someone who knew how to talk.
As a father, which father didn't like to hear such praises?
Little Bei Bei did not know how to express himself, and he was at an age where he was full of energy and forgetful. When he saw his father, whom he liked very much, he forgot everything else and just pestered him to play. Seeing that the child was fine, Yang Tao naturally did not notice and believed Yang Si's words of praise.
"My son likes to pester people when he's young. I've let Envoy Yang see a joke."
Yang Tao took a few breaths of his son's milk fragrance and revealed a bright and beautiful smile. Even Yang Si, an outsider, could feel that Yang Tao really liked this son. Yang Si chuckled to himself. This Duke of Zhengze was indeed a peculiar person. He was exceptionally family-oriented and loved his own flesh and blood.
"Where are you going?"
Yang Tao casually asked. Ou Huang still hung his head down and did not dare to look up. He silently looked at the bullet screen and judged the reactions of Yang Tao and the others.
On such occasions, the female servant at the side would naturally answer, and it was not his turn to interrupt. Of course, the most important thing was that he did not know what to say.
Aggrieved!
In fact, it was nothing much. It was just that Madam Yan Shuxuan missed her son and wanted to see if the new wet nurse was to her liking.
Hearing that it was a trivial matter in the inner residence, Yang Tao kissed his son, handed Bei Bei back to Ou Huang, and said, "Go, don't let Madam wait for too long."
Ou Huang had been following the livestream for many years. When he was free, he liked to browse the forum of the empress and look at the posts that were sorted out by big hands. Since the start of the "Dream of a Thousand Years" event, these posts had been pinned at the top all year round. Everyone who had the ambition to become Ou Huang would look at the contents of these posts. Perhaps one day they would be lucky enough to transmigrate. In order not to expose themselves, they still had to understand the basics.
Upon hearing Yang Tao's words, Ou Huang replied in a low voice. Other than looking a little shy, there was nothing strange about him.
However …
After Ou Huang left with the servant woman, Yang Tao found that Yang Si still had a thoughtful look on his face as he stared at the back of the wet nurse.
Yang Tao thought about the rumors about this person and his eyebrows twitched.
Before Yang Si and Feng Zhen settled down, they were both prodigal sons. However, Feng Zhen was unrestrained in the open, while Yang Si was coquettish in the dark. Their reputations to the outside world were also different. Everyone knew how unrestrained Feng Zhen was, but they didn't pay much attention to Yang Si, who was more low-key.
Of course, as a former opponent, it was impossible for Yang Tao not to know the information of the main members of the enemy.
This Yang Si also didn't seem to be a very reliable person.
Yang Tao thought for a while and tried to ask, "Messenger Yang, do you know that wet nurse?"
Yang Si withdrew his gaze and said, "I don't know her, but she is a little …"
Yang Tao was shocked and asked, "What is a little?"
Could it be that there was a problem with the identity of this wet nurse?
If that was the case, he definitely couldn't let this woman get close to his son. Who knew what she was thinking?
Yang Si saw Yang Tao's grave expression and knew that the other party had misunderstood. He couldn't help but cough lightly to smooth things over. "This person's side profile is somewhat similar to my wife's, and I was dazed when I saw her. Speaking of which, my wife also gave birth last year. I haven't seen her for a long time, and the child can recognize people now. "
Yang Tao didn't know that Yang Si was actually married.
However, Yang Si was already over 30 years old, so it was normal for him to have a wife and a daughter.
When he looked at the unfamiliar wet nurse just now, he was also touched by the scene and thought of his wife and daughter at home. Yang Tao expressed that he could understand.
Yang Tao was easy to fool, but Yang Tao's external brain, Yan Lin, was not so easy to fool.
First of all, he had never heard that Yang Si had a family. The so-called wife and daughter were most likely not legally married, and it was still a question whether they existed.
Second, Yang Si's eyes didn't show attachment to his wife and daughter at all. It was more like he had seen something interesting and his curiosity was aroused.
His mouth was full of nonsense, and it was unknown how many of his words were true.
When Yang Tao heard that Yang Si's daughter was the same age as his son, he joked, "A son and a daughter? Maybe we can be in-laws in the future. "
Logically speaking, Yang Si's status wasn't high enough to be Yang Tao's in-laws.
Even if Yang Tao was a fallen feudal lord and Yang Si was an important official in Jiang Pengji's camp, the current concept of bloodline meant that no matter how high Yang Si climbed, his children would still be at a disadvantage. Yang Si didn't take Yang Tao's suggestion seriously, but he also felt that it was appropriate and had a good impression of Yang Tao.
Yan Lin, who was standing at the side, quietly poured a bucket of cold water on him. "People of the same surname don't marry."
Yang Si couldn't bear to see Yan Lin gloating, so his mouth moved faster than his brain and said, "It doesn't matter. My daughter will follow my wife's surname."
As soon as he said that, Yang Si wanted to slap himself.
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