Chapter 177: The National Teacher's Wife's Notebook (4)
The girl was quiet and dared not move.
Instantly transformed into a good baby.
Mu Bai lowered her eyes and looked at the baby for a long time, then reached out and took the baby out of the sleeping basket.
The boy adjusted his posture a little awkwardly and gently held the baby in his arms.
He quietly lowered his eyes.
This should be a little more comfortable...
Feng Qian's heart is at war between heaven and man.
Although it is still uncertain, whether the other party is His Highness himself.
No, in other words, does the other party have the memory of His Highness?
However, she thinks there is a 60% chance.
Although, she had also said before that her face was not blushing and her heart was not beating, the big deal was that she would kiss her when she saw His Highness.
However, after all, in every plane, the fragments of her and His Highness developed into that kind of relationship.
Suddenly seeing the deity of His Highness will always be a little embarrassing.
At least, she hasn't figured out how to face His Highness yet.
The little baby sighed smugly.
Fortunately, she is just a baby now.
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The carriage arrived at the National Teacher's House.
The driver's servant, as always, respectfully opened the curtain for the young national teacher.
The young national teacher in white was holding a sleeping basket in his arms and slowly got off the carriage.
The guards who greeted him bowed respectfully.
The only person in Tianrong Kingdom who enjoys such devout kneeling, from ancient times to the present, has only been the young national teacher, Mu Bai.
When the national teacher returned to Beijing, the people rushed to welcome him.
However, due to the prestige of the national teacher and the reverence for the national teacher, no common people made excessive actions.
When the carriage passed through the streets, most of the people were like these guards, kneeling down reverently.
Then he watched the National Teacher's carriage a little bit away, until it faded out of sight.
Mu Bai took Feng Qian to the bedroom, and he casually ordered to let the baby's clothes be prepared and a wet nurse.
Babies are still young and milk is a must.
After the young man explained in a cold voice, he turned around and lowered his head, and slowly carried the little baby onto the bed.
He sat quietly beside the bed and looked at the baby on the bed.
The young man seemed to be caught in a memory, his dark eyes were dull and dull.
After a while, the nurse was invited.
"Sir, this is the wet nurse you just invited." The guard respectfully.
A beautiful young woman stepped out from behind him.
"People's daughter Lin Yi has seen the National Teacher."
The woman named Lin Yi raised her eyes cautiously. After seeing the boy's face clearly, she couldn't help but be amazed.
The appearance of the 12-year-old young national teacher is already astounding, and people can't help but feel that in a few years, what kind of peerless youth will be.
Mu Bai lightly raised his eyes and glanced at the so-called wet nurse. He slowly passed by her and whispered, "Don't hurt her."
This she, apparently referring to the little baby on the bed.
Lin Yi was stunned, and lowered her eyes shyly: "Yes, my lord."
Mu Bai frowned, and his eyes fell on the little baby on the bed again. He pursed his lips and walked out to close the door.
I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart.
After a while, a woman named Lin Yi pushed open the door and came out, her eyes lowered and her voice low: "Adult...Little baby, she doesn't drink my...milk."
The young man was stunned.
My heart suddenly felt a little relieved.
Instead of looking at each other, he walked into the room with his feet raised.
The little baby on the bed was bored playing with his little hands.
Mu Bai bent over, and the blue silk dangled down, falling on both sides of the little baby.
He pursed his lips and said softly, "Don't you want to drink?"
Feng Qian blinked and shook his little head with effort.
She can't take it...
The body is a baby, but the soul is not...
Well.
So annoying.
The teenager stared at the baby for a long time, then slowly bent over, and the white fingertips gently landed on the side of the baby's face.
"Don't you want to..."
He murmured softly.