Extra: Sweet Post - marriage Daily Life
"Come on, Feng Qiao. Today, Father will comb your hair!"
Feng Qiao turned around, glaring at the grinning man and saying, "I don't want Father to comb my hair. The buns Father combs are so ugly. Where's Daddy? Where has he gone? Why haven't I seen him since early this morning?"
Feng Yu lazily picked up the wooden comb on the dressing table and slowly said, "Your daddy has gone out of the palace with your little uncle to pray. He won't be back until evening. If you don't let me comb your hair, you'll have to go around with loose hair all day."
Feng Qiao pouted aggrievedly: "Father's hands are so clumsy. Even Uncle Sheng Jiu's hair - combing skills are better than yours."
Feng Yu scoffed: "Of course his hair - combing skills are good. He dreams of having a daughter and has been pestering your uncle about that. Now when he combs your hair, he's just using you as practice for when he has his own daughter."
Feng Qiao picked up a hairpin flower from the dressing table and handed it to him: "I'm happy with that. It would be nice to have a little sister to play with."
Feng Yu raised his eyebrows, took the hairpin flower and asked, "Don't you like playing with your little brother? Let me tell you, Sheng Yang is going to be a great man. He'll surely be a wise emperor in the future. Don't underestimate him."
Feng Qiao propped her chin up: "I know he's very capable and reads a lot of books, but he's so cold and doesn't like to talk. I don't want to play with him."
Feng Yu simply combed a bun for her, casually inserted the hairpin flower and then clapped his hands: "Playing with him more will do you good. He can teach you a lot of things. Okay, it's done."
Feng Qiao looked at herself in the mirror in disbelief: "Is this done? Usually at this time, Daddy would only be halfway through."
Feng Yu stroked her head: "Be a good girl, Qiao'er. This hairstyle is fine. There's no need to make it so complicated. If you want a nicer bun, wait for your daddy to come back tomorrow and ask him to comb it for you, okay?"
There was a hint of anger on Feng Qiao's face. She turned around and complained: "I'll never let you comb my hair again. If Daddy's not here, I'll go to Uncle Sheng Jiu."
"Feng Yu!!"
As soon as Feng Qiao finished speaking, a voice came from outside. Feng Yu stood up and walked out: "What a coincidence. We were just talking about you and here you are."
Sheng Jiu pushed the door open and sat on the couch. He frowned and examined the hair Feng Yu had combed for a while: "What on earth have you done to her hair? Qiao'er, why didn't you come to me today as you said?"
Feng Qiao pouted and started to take out the bun on her head with her hands: "I hadn't had the chance to go to Uncle yet when Father combed this bun for me without asking."
Sheng Jiu got up again and went to comb her hair. He turned to Feng Yu and said, "Hey, Feng Yu, are you sure they won't be back until tonight?"
Feng Yu nodded. Then he looked up and saw Sheng Jiu's very suggestive expression. He frowned, thought for a moment and asked, "You... don't tell me you're trying to persuade me to go drinking again?"
Sheng Jiu secretly glared at him, hinting that Feng Qiao was still there.
"What are you talking about? Do you think I'm such a person? I just want to confirm the time they'll be back so I can send someone to pick them up."
Feng Qiao propped her chin up: "Uncle Sheng Jiu has already sent three teams of people to follow them. Uncle Wanyan isn't a little girl. There's no need to protect him like this."
Feng Yu said sarcastically: "In his eyes, your Uncle Wanyan is a precious treasure. He wouldn't be at ease even if he sent all the imperial guards in the palace. Their relationship is very good."
Feng Qiao looked up with an innocent face and asked, "Will I have a little sister soon?"
Hearing this, Sheng Jiu wasn't surprised or evasive. He just smiled and stroked her head: "Yes, yes."
Feng Yu glared at him and reminded: "Watch what you say. She's still a child."
Sheng Jiu lowered his eyes, looking calm: "When Cheng Mo talked about these things in front of her, I didn't see you guys so nervous. Why are you so scared when I open my mouth?"
Feng Yu blinked: "That's because we know you can't keep your mouth shut. Cheng Mo was just joking. He knows what to say, what not to say and to what extent."
Sheng Jiu secretly snorted: "Cheng Mo hasn't been back for a long time since she got married and left the palace. I should have never let her go. Then we could have had an easier time."
"Listen to what you're saying. Do you think she's going to take care of your kids here for the rest of her life?"
Sheng Jiu looked at the well - combed bun, patted Feng Qiao's shoulder: "Okay, go out and play. It's done."
Feng Qiao looked at her bun in satisfaction and skipped out of the door.
At noon that day, Feng Yu still couldn't escape the fate of being dragged by Sheng Jiu to drink.
By evening, Sheng Jiu turned into a rascal.
"My lady, let me in, let me in. I'm wrong. I'll never drink again. This is the last time, okay?"
Wanyan suddenly opened the door and glared at him angrily: "How many times have you said this? You should know in your heart. Every time you promise me well, but as soon as I go out, you persuade Brother Feng Yu to drink."
Sheng Jiu held his sleeves aggrievedly and didn't dare to refute a single word: "I just got the urge to drink. I only had one or two sips... I didn't drink much. My lady, don't be angry."
Wanyan stared at him: "How much is 'not much'? Your face is red. You still say you didn't drink much. Do I have to go and ask Brother Feng Yu to confront you before you'll tell me the truth?"
Sheng Jiu quickly waved his hands: "No no no. I'm wrong. I'm wrong. I won't drink again next time."
Wanyan coldly said: "You're not allowed to come back into the room to sleep tonight. Stay outside and sober up. Come in after the smell of alcohol on you has dissipated."
After saying that, she mercilessly slammed the door and went into the room.
Sheng Jiu sighed. Just as he was about to reach out to knock on the door, he thought that she was still angry, so he decided to wait.
At this moment, the door of the side hall opened a crack secretly. Sheng Jiu turned to look. A small figure was standing behind the door.
"Father."
Sheng Jiu ran over happily. Sheng Yang said in a low voice.
"Father, sleep in my room tonight."
Sheng Jiu nodded.
"Didn't we finish that storybook last time? I'll continue reading it to you tonight..."
The two of them held hands and went back to the side hall.
——The End——