By decree and pro

Chapter 150

"Milk bottle?" Beidou asked curiously, "What is that?" He had seen the wet nurses chosen by the King of Xiliang for the upcoming child before. There were three nurses in total.

The old mother quickly sent a glass bottle with a gold base embedded in the bottom of the bottle, which can be placed vertically.

The mouth of the bottle is very small, covered with a piece of soft sheepskin, which is made into the shape of a nipple.

Beidou looked at it very strangely, it was obvious that the bottle contained breast milk.

"I'll feed Yu'er!" When Yan went to Moaro City before, he saw a woman feeding a child with a milk bottle. He was very surprised at that time. Usman told him that Xiliang a hundred years ago was very I am poor and live only by grazing and planting drought-resistant and cold-resistant food. Even so, the harvest is limited because of the wind and sand.Women are generally thin and have no milk after giving birth, so they can only feed their children with goat's milk or camel's milk, so milk bottles appeared in response to the occasion.Although Xiliang is much richer now, milk bottles are already an indispensable item for the people of Xiliang.

Of course, ordinary people can’t afford glass bottles, and most of them use clay pots and wooden bottles to make milk bottles. family heirloom.

"Yan said that he wants to raise the child himself without a nanny." Usman said with a smile, "I can't hold him back."

"Feeding in person can enhance the relationship between father and son, which is also very good." Beidou nodded and said, "Just don't get tired, after all, the queen just gave birth, so it's not good to fall into the root of the disease."

"Beidou, look at me as if I have never given birth, so you know I won't be tired." Yan was full of energy as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He took the warm milk bottle and carefully put the pacifier on the baby. In front of his mouth, the little guy was not polite at all. He opened his mouth, stretched out his little tongue, and took the skin into his mouth, then smashed it and sucked it hard.

"It's really self-taught!" Yan thought he was going to teach him how to breastfeed!

"Our son is really smart!" Usman also looked surprised, "He will be able to breastfeed before he was taught!"

Beidou secretly sighed: "They are also a couple made in heaven."

"Your Majesty," Shen Fangyu came in to report with a smile on his face, "The ministers are all waiting outside the hall, and want to congratulate you and the queen."

"Let them wait for now." Usman didn't even lift his eyelids, watching his son sip his pacifier intently.This is the first time his precious son drinks milk.

"You'd better go." Yan said with a smile, "You have children is a big deal, you should tell them."

"...Okay." Usman stood up sullenly, then leaned over and kissed Yanyan's cheek tenderly, "I love you, Yanyan."

"What else?" Yan raised his head and asked.

"And the baby." Usman smiled.

Yan smiled happily and continued to breastfeed.

The person concerned didn't notice anything, but Beidou was blushing by the side, the Xiliang folk customs were really open, and the room was full of people serving him, the king of Xiliang didn't care at all.

Usman went out and accepted the congratulations and gifts from the officials. Xiliang finally had a little prince, and the royal family had a successor!

Yan heard congratulatory voices outside one after another, and someone deliberately shouted in Dayan dialect: "The queen is blessed! The queen is a thousand years old! The prince is a thousand years old!"

Yan smiled and said in his heart: "Yu'er, you came at the right time, and you have helped your father and father a lot."

Usman has a successor, which is definitely not good news for rebel parties such as Denerman, and it can severely shake their "military morale".And those Xiliang nobles who had doubts or even hostility towards the Wuque people couldn't say much more. After all, Prince Yanlian had already given birth.

According to the custom of Xiliang, when the newborn reaches the [-]th day after birth, a shaving ceremony is held.

Before shaving the hair, the child has to take a bath, wrap it in a white and flawless gauze, and then use a Langhao pen to dip in cinnabar to "point red" on the center of the eyebrows.

Yan personally drew a round and plump red bead on Dan Yu's eyebrows, which means good luck and good fortune, and the invulnerability of all poisons.

"Wow! Little Yu'er is so beautiful!" Ilya leaned over the baby's cradle and said emotionally, "I really didn't expect the baby to change so much. When he was just born, he looked like a little old man. Now It looks like a pinched porcelain doll, and it looks too pretty."

"Pinch it?" Yan raised his chin and said confidently, "If you have the ability, you can pinch one and see? If it is half as cute as my Yu'er, I will lose."

"That's right, you and Your Majesty are both so good-looking, so the son you gave birth to won't be able to make such a good-looking son." Ilya smiled, "Yan, you are really a cub-protecting madman."

"It's natural for a father to protect his cubs." Yan smiled, gently stroking his son's little face.

Xiao Danyu's watery and black eyes flickered, staring at Yan, and kicked her calf in cute little white socks twice, as if responding to Yan's touch.

"Yan, have you finished your cinnabar painting?" Ilya suddenly said, "I can't help it, I want to hug him!"

"Don't, you cry as soon as you hug her, and I'm the one who coaxes you." Yan's eyes were covered with black bruises, God knows how he survived these 20 days.

The baby is so good at eating and pulling. I can't believe how such a little thing can suck so much milk. She falls asleep after eating, and she deflates her mouth happily when she burps him. She eats too much and spits up a few times. , After vomiting, continue to look for milk to eat...

Yan had to wonder, could it be because she was too hungry when she was pregnant with him?

But fortunately, the baby is healthy. Beidou came to see it several times, and they all said that it was fine. It might just be the spit-up caused by improper burping.

Yan followed Beidou to learn how to hold a child, and Beidou said with a smile: "I used to hold you like this when you were young."

When Usman heard this, he was inexplicably jealous and insisted on shaking Yan with his arms around him, only to be beaten up by Yan before he stopped.

"Why doesn't he cry when you hug him?" Ilya sighed, "Even if the king hugs him, he will moan and chirp."

"I am his biological father, it is necessary." Yan smiled brightly.

"Yan Yan." Usman came, bringing a set of golden scissors, and his parents had to do the shaving and hair. He also held a small toy for his son, a painted wooden horse.

"You don't need to bring a toy every time you come." Yan was not at all surprised by Usman's almost silly behavior, the toys in the dormitory were almost piled up.

"There is always one thing that Yu'er likes." Usman smiled beautifully. The ministers said that since the little prince was born, he felt that the king always walked sideways and dragged.

Usman came to the bamboo cradle with a blue veil hanging down, and teased his son with a small wooden horse: "Yu'er, good boy, do you like it? Look at the tail of the wooden horse can shake, if you like, I will let you How about lending your father a hug? You can't always occupy daddy, it's time for your father to hug you."

"Is there anyone like you who competes with children for favor?" Yan couldn't laugh or cry, "I'm not afraid of the ministers' jokes when I say it."

"They themselves have wives and children, so how could they laugh at me? Right, Yu'er, it's your own father who drove me outside to sleep...empty, lonely and cold, not to mention how pitiful it is." Usman teased the wooden horse looking at the son.

"I'm afraid of you, I stretch out my hand." Yan smiled brightly.

"Huh?" Usman put the wooden horse in his son's cradle and obediently stretched out his right hand.

"My son just drew a little bit. Look at how kind I am to you. I will draw you a horse." Yan held the Langhao pen and drew a horse on the back of Usman's hand with all four hooves flying in the air and running fast. Like the toy wooden horse, its tail is like a flying whisk, very domineering.

"Wow!" Ilya exclaimed from the side, "Yan, you are amazing, you can draw such a vivid horse with just a few strokes."

"This king's queen is really omnipotent." Usman made an inch of it, and said with a playful smile, "Since the horses have been drawn, it's okay to have another kiss..."

Yan was about to hit Usman on the head with a pen when Yalta came in to report that Dayan's special envoy had come again, this time presenting the child's jewelry.

"..." Usman and Yan smiled at each other, and Usman said: "You still said that I gave you a lot, and your emperor brother can't wait to move all the things related to children of Dayan to your bedroom."

"He wants to see Yu'er, but he can't come, so he can only keep giving gifts." Yan said with a smile, "And not all of them are from him, but also father, father, and sister. They also gave a lot of gifts."

"Yanyan, I'll take care of Yu'er, you go see the special envoy." Usman knew that Yan wanted to thank him personally.

"Okay." Yan nodded, "When Yu'er grows up, I want to take him to see Brother Huang, you won't object, will you?"

"Of course not." Usman said with a smile, "It's a good thing to visit relatives, especially holding Yu'er, you can get a lot of red envelopes back."

"Fuck you." Yan lightly thumped Usman's arm, then walked out with a smile.

This time the emperor sent someone to send a set of gold jewelry, including a small golden lock engraved with longevity and wealth, and a pair of threaded gold bracelets worn by children.Different from the jewelry sent before,

The workmanship of this set of gold utensils was not like that made by royal craftsmen, the threads on the gold bracelets were thick and thin, and the special envoy was trying to explain what was going on, when Yan's eyes became moist.

"Brother Huang, did you actually make a set of jewelry for Yu'er yourself?" Yan caressed every pattern engraved on it. Brother Huang is not good at manual work, so he must have suffered a lot of injuries on his fingers.

"The queen is right. The emperor made it himself." The special envoy said happily, "The emperor was still worried that it would be crude, so he has been hesitating whether to send it."

"How could it be? Brother Huang must have suffered a lot for such an exquisite engraving." Yan closed the mahogany jewelry box and said, "Please ask the special envoy to report back to the emperor. I like it so much. Yu'er will wear it well." of."

"Yes!" The special envoy led the order to retreat.

"Brother Huang... Thank you." Yan's heart warmed, Brother Huang said he disapproved of his marriage, but at the same time prepared all the presents for the children.The eldest brother is like a father, Yan feels that he owes Aiqing his whole life.

Because he failed to fulfill the vow he made at the beginning, that he would stay by his side for the rest of his life.Now that I think about it, how boastful he was at that time, after all, he didn't even understand what love is, so he just wanted to guard the emperor's brother for the rest of his life.

But now, with Usman, he understands that if he loves someone, he wants to be with him day and night, whether it is a life of simple food and drink, or a life of thrilling and crisis, as long as he has each other, he will not have any regrets.

"Brother Huang, this younger brother is destined to stay by Usman's side for the rest of his life..." Yan lightly stroked the exquisite jewelry box, "Don't worry, he is very good to my younger brother, and my younger brother will take good care of him." Own."

Tears flashed in Yan's smiling eyes, he raised his hands to wipe his eyes lightly, and returned to the bedroom with the box in both hands, before entering the door, he saw Ilya and Shuangfang playing in the courtyard.

"Why are you here?" Yan asked.

"Your Majesty said that I was not needed, so I came out to rest."

"You'll be lazy." Yan glared at him pretending to be angry.

"I'm not lazy, so I'm still acting like an ignorant person inside?" Ilya winked and said, "Yan, you go in, do whatever you want, I'll keep no one going in to disturb you."

Yan understood what he meant, raising his leg was just a kick.

Ilya dodged with a smile, Frostfang stood up and threw Ilya to the ground.

"Haha." Yan walked into the hall with a smile, the afternoon sun was just right, a string of dolls with bells were tied above Yu'er's cradle, and those bells were making pleasant sounds at this moment.

"Usman, Brother Huang..." Yan smiled and raised the box in his hand, wanting to come and see the gift that Brother Huang gave Yu'er, but the smile froze on his face instantly.

The black hair hung straight on the broad shoulders, and the man turned his face slightly, looking at the instantly frozen Yan.