Chapter 129

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Guo Lanxin walked forward lightly, smiling as she called out, "Elder Sister Wangfei!" The Wangfei responded warmly, "Younger Sister Lanxin!" These affectionate terms instantly drew the two closer.

After everyone had dismounted from the carriages and exchanged greetings, a group of well-trained yatou came forward, leading everyone toward the banquet venue.

The so-called banquet venue actually had only four or five tables, but each table was arranged very elegantly around its surroundings. After all, the guests invited to this hundred-day feast were all people close to the host family, while those with ordinary relations, Guo Lanxin simply did not send them invitations.

She thought to herself that if there were too many people, it would inevitably be noisy and clamorous, which was not good for young children.

Once everyone was seated, this hundred-day feast filled with warmth and joy officially began.

At this moment, a clever and well-behaved yatou carefully carried today's little protagonist—the hundred-day-old Ai Yuzhou—slowly over. The first segment of the hundred-day feast was the "Rolling Away Disaster" ritual, intended to drive away calamity for the child and pray for safety and health.

Immediately afterward, another yatou held an exquisite tray with both hands and quickly stepped forward; on the tray lay a round, smooth egg.

Seeing this, Guo Lanxin quickly reached out to take the egg and skillfully peeled its shell, revealing the white, tender egg white inside.

Then, holding the egg, she gently rolled it over little Zhouzhou's small body while murmuring words in her mouth: "Roll away disaster, roll away disaster, disaster go away; Zhouzhou is clever, health always stays..."

Strangely enough, perhaps Zhouzhou understood these beautiful blessing words, or perhaps he was just naturally well-behaved; throughout the entire process he showed not the slightest resistance, instead blinking his big, dark, glossy eyes, curiously watching everything happening before him.

At this moment, everyone's gazes were drawn over together, only then noticing that Zhouzhou, already a full month old, looked completely different from when he was just born! Today's Zhouzhou had skin white as snow, round and cute, with chubby little hands and feet that made people want to pinch them; he looked like a pearl radiating a charming glow.

Next came the sixth ritual—hand washing. Only a clever yatou walked forward lightly, holding a small exquisite basin steadily in her hands. Just as everyone curiously stared at the basin, An Wangfei smiled and elegantly stepped forward.

She gently took Zhouzhou from the yatou's hands, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world, carefully and cautiously. She gently placed Zhouzhou's tender little hands into the warm water, carefully rubbing each finger, then dried them with a soft towel after washing.

Next came the third ritual—crowning and clothing. Just then, Yan Xiner came slowly walking like a light yellow cloud. This woman, who had not appeared for a month, wore a bright yellow long skirt, her skirt sleeves fluttering, like a flower blooming in spring.

Compared to when she had just given birth, she seemed somewhat thinner; her originally round face was now slightly slender, but still retained just the right amount of plumpness, not looking excessively thin.

Yan Xiner walked forward gracefully, gently taking Zhouzhou from the Wangfei's hands, carefully holding him in her arms. The Wangfei gazed at Yan Xiner before her, unable to help sighing in her heart: although she was already a mother, she had not added too much of a matronly flavor; instead, she was more like a spirited young girl, exuding a fresh and unworldly aura.

A yatou beside her held the tray steadily with both hands, on which two pieces of exquisite small clothing were neatly arranged. Yan Xiner extended her jade hand, gently picking up one piece of clothing, her movements as tender as if cherishing the most precious treasure in the world.

While carefully dressing Zhouzhou, she also softly murmured: "Change into new clothes, new atmosphere; I wish my son from now on to begin a new chapter of a happy, fulfilling, and wonderful life..."

After the crowning and clothing was completed, the fourth ritual arrived—bringing gold. Only another yatou walked over holding a tray, on which lay a dazzling gold bracelet and an exquisite hundred-blessing lock.

This gold bracelet was specially selected by Guo Lanxin, while the hundred-blessing lock came from An Wangfei's hands. Guo Lanxin smiled, elegantly stepped forward, reached out to take the gold bracelet from the tray, and carefully put it on Zhouzhou's chubby little wrist;

Then the Wangfei also stepped forward, personally hanging the auspicious hundred-blessing lock around Zhouzhou's tender neck. For a moment, golden light flashed, reflecting everyone's joyful faces.

Next came the fifth item; only Yan Xiner smiled as she took the exquisite comb carefully handed over by the yatou, gently rubbed it in her palm a few times, and then slowly walked toward Zhouzhou.

At this time Zhouzhou quietly nestled in Guo Lanxin's arms, his pair of dark, glossy big eyes curiously looking around; his sparse hair appeared somewhat yellowish under the sunlight. But this did not affect Yan Xiner's movements; she gently lifted Zhouzhou's small head, then used the comb to slowly comb those few strands of fine soft hair.

Although Zhouzhou's hair was indeed very sparse, Yan Xiner still did this action very seriously, as if every stroke contained endless blessings and expectations.

And her mouth kept murmuring: "One comb, wisdom opens; Zhouzhou is clever and cute; two combs, wealth comes; Zhouzhou's wealth rolls in; three combs, hands are skillful; Zhouzhou grabs whatever is treasure; four combs, good relationships; friends are countless; five combs, good health; no illness, no disaster, early career; six combs, top scholar; glory and riches for ten thousand years; seven combs, eight combs, comb into a good baby of a hundred years of life..."

As Yan Xiner's gentle voice echoed in the air, the whole courtyard seemed to be filled with a warm and harmonious atmosphere. Finally, when she finished the last comb, she gently put down the comb in her hand, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

Next was the sixth item—cutting fetal hair. Only a yatou walked in holding a small tray with both hands; on the tray lay a pair of shining small scissors. Seeing this, Yan Xiner quickly reached out to take the scissors, and again softly murmured: "One cut gold, two cuts silver, three cuts cut into the treasure basin; cut cut head is a clever treasure baby, cut cut hand no worry for food and clothing; from head to toe cut cut all, glory and riches for ten thousand years."