Chapter 450: Not Spiritual Vegetables

Qin Bi: "..."

She didn't hear anything else, only heard "reward."

What does that have to do with you?

Qin Bi wanted to poke the little guy, so she acted decisively, poking the little milk bun's small face: "Troublemaker."

The little milk bun wouldn't have it, turned his head, and went to Rong Juan to complain, feeling aggrieved: "Not a troublemaker."

Qin Bi: "..."

Rong Juan: "..."

Qin Bi smiled speechlessly. Rong Juan had been reborn several times, and his cold, hard heart was about to be melted by the little bun. The man, who was born with sharp killing intent, had smiles in his eyes.

Rong Juan definitely had to say to the little milk bun: "Mm, you are not."

Then, the little milk bun, having someone to back him up, said in a milky voice to Qin Bi: "Not, not a troublemaker."

Qin Bi giggled. No matter how she looked at him, she cherished the little milk bun; how could he be so cute? And Rong Yang, Qin Bi kissed Rong Yang, and also kissed the little milk bun.

The little milk bun was used to it; he was a treasure, and everyone cherished him.

The child hadn't forgotten about the reward, looked up, and asked Rong Juan: "Where is the reward?"

Rong Juan said: "It is not your reward."

The child was stunned: "Mine."

Qin Bi wanted to say you are even less polite than Qin He, thinking it's yours as soon as you hear "reward," but Qin Bi couldn't say that. She gave birth to him, and he was cherished like a treasure; Qin Bi couldn't bear to say it.

Rong Juan doted on the children. The snow in the Heir's courtyard was spread all over the ground. Rong Juan said to the little milk bun: "Once the spiritual vegetables are grown, take the spiritual vegetables you grew and go into the palace to ask your Imperial Uncle for a reward."

The little milk bun Rong Chi's eyes lit up, and Rong Yang was also eager to try, preparing to grow spiritual vegetables once the snow melted.

The two children were very attached to Rong Juan. Rong Juan didn't bring any memorials back, stepped into the room, and played with his wife and children in front of the stove. Rong Juan took out spiritual melon seeds, and the guards sent them to the kitchen to boil with seasonings.

Rong Juan hadn't had dinner. Once the ingredients were served on the table, those who had already eaten immediately felt they hadn't eaten enough.

Rong Juan held Rong Chi and asked: "Still eating?"

Rong Chi: "Eat."

Rong Juan turned his head and looked at Qin Bi and Rong Yang, who were sitting beside the carved stove, both waiting for him to speak. Rong Juan was helpless and said: "Rong Yang can eat a bit more, Qin Bi, you stop eating."

Rong Yang ran over with a patter. Qin Bi said: "I'll eat the boiled melon seeds in a while."

At the dinner table, Rong Yang didn't need to be fed; he picked up his chopsticks and ate by himself.

Rong Juan would occasionally scoop a spoonful of soup to feed Rong Yang. Rong Chi waited; he drank very quickly, and he also loved eating spiritual vegetables. In one meal, Rong Juan and the two little ones wiped the ingredients clean.

The top strategist Lin Yao came to see them, and Qin Bi looked over.

Lin Yao bowed to the Heir's wife: "Heir's wife, the staff want to gather some of the snow in the courtyard. Several of them have good wood, water, and earth spiritual roots and want to grow more spiritual vegetables."

Gathering snow was fine, but Qin Bi said: "What if what grows out isn't spiritual vegetables?"

Lin Yao then said: "The staff are just passing time when they are idle. It doesn't matter if they don't grow spiritual vegetables. The snow in the Heir's courtyard has hardly been touched and looks like a thick layer."

Qin Bi gave the order: "Just leave some for the two little Heirs."

Lin Yao nodded, bowed to Rong Juan, and left.

Subsequently, Yan Yan Huwei Yan also came.

Yan Yan Huwei Yan didn't come for anything either, just to ask about gathering some snow. Why did everyone have their eyes on the snow in the Heir's courtyard? Because there was still a lot of it, spread in a thick layer, which looked very tempting.

Heir Rong wouldn't necessarily grow anything; he just needed to ask the Heir's wife and the little Heirs.

Qin Bi waved her hand: "Go ahead and gather it."

Yan Yan Huwei Yan left with a joyful face. Not long after, there was a clanging sound in the courtyard; the staff and guards were all gathering snow. When the officers under Heir Rong heard about it, they rode their horses from the military camp to the Prince's Manor to take a look, and then they wouldn't let anyone touch the remaining snow.

In the main courtyard of the Rong Prince, the Wang Cefei wouldn't let anyone touch it, and the concubines' sons and daughters also protected it.

Don't count on the Heir's courtyard. Lin Yao and Yan Yan Huwei Yan had gathered all the snow that could be gathered. The officers were so angry their noses were crooked, but they didn't dare touch the things belonging to the little Heirs and the Heir's wife, so they had to leave.

Don't look at how Heir Rong didn't show his emotions, but the officers under him all knew clearly that the Heir's wife and the little Heirs were the apple of Heir Rong's eye. They didn't dare to secretly gather some of the things left for the little Heirs to grow spiritual vegetables.

Not daring to gather from the Heir's courtyard, several officers went to see the Rong Prince.

Before leaving, they gathered a few pots of snow.

The Rong Prince was so angry he laughed: "Knowing you can't touch the Heir's wife and little Heirs' things, you run to me to gather snow."

"Your Highness," the Wang Cefei said, "I want to grow spiritual vegetables; it can't just end like this."

The Rong Prince couldn't be bothered to deal with her, waved his hand, and told the Wang Cefei to go stay somewhere cool. The proud soldiers Rong Juan raised all had extremely high standards for food and drink. Ever since he married the Heir's wife, the Prince's Manor's foundation had been almost exhausted.

For Rong Juan's proud soldiers, their rations had been reduced over the past two years, so let them gather some snow if they want.

Even if rations were frugal, Heir Rong's soldiers didn't complain. For no other reason than if he hadn't married this Heir's wife, perhaps their Heir would still have the fate of being a wife-killer and childless.

Just look at Heir He; no one envied that fate.

The officers were secretly happy. Look, their Heir Rong had two little Heirs; so what if the rations were a bit worse? With the little Heirs, the officers had something to look forward to.

Qin Bi heard that the officers had gathered the snow from the Rong Prince's courtyard and was surprised. Rong Yang was full, ran to Qin Bi's side with a patter, and let Qin Bi hold him. Staying by the stove was warm and cozy.

Rong Juan put the little milk bun into Qin Bi's arms, and the man went to the study.

"Eat melon seeds," Rong Chi said.

"They aren't boiled yet," Qin Bi coaxed him.

Rong Yang stood up from Qin Bi's arms, a tiny little ball: "I'll go to the kitchen and ask."

Qin Bi pulled him back: "It's cold outside."

Rong Yang didn't go. After a while, Rong Juan sent someone to deliver the boiled spiritual melon seeds. The room immediately became lively. Qin Bi ate one; it wasn't hot anymore, so she grabbed a small handful for Rong Yang.

Rong Yang reached out his small hands to receive them, and Qin Bi turned her head and took another boiled melon seed for Rong Chi.

Next, they were all quite busy. Qin Bi cracked melon seeds, and the two little buns each bit into a boiled spiritual melon seed. Rong Yang's little teeth were okay, and he slowly cracked it open. Rong Chi couldn't do it and could only eat the salty taste on the melon seeds.

The five-spice boiled melon seeds were delicious to eat.

Qin Bi cracked them, peeled out the melon seed kernels, and gave one to Rong Chi. The little guy immediately took away the melon seed full of saliva, ate the kernel, and Qin Bi peeled another one for Rong Yang.

In the warm room, Qin Bi and the two little buns were all earnestly cracking melon seeds.

Rong Juan returned from the study, saw this scene, and couldn't help but have gentle eyes. The little milk bun was very observant. Seeing Rong Juan, he immediately grabbed a handful of boiled spiritual melon seeds from the plate.

Stretching out his small hands, Rong Chi said: "Father."

How could Rong Juan not know what this little guy was thinking? He took them and peeled the melon seeds for the child. Rong Chi ate a boiled melon seed, waiting eagerly for Rong Juan to peel the seeds.

Rong Juan couldn't give them all to him, so he fed one to Rong Yang. ===== CHAPTER 451 =====