On the seventh day of the lunar new year, Yin Hui left the palace again and went to Jinxiu.
Uncle Zhou had been looking forward to that day for a long time, and after sitting down, he asked suspiciously, “How did Madam know that there is a doctor called Yuan in Hejian? You arranged for me to invite doctor Yuan early on. Could it be that the king already had a toothache symptom at that time?”
All of it was too coincidental, and Uncle Zhou wondered if Madam had the ability to predict the future.
Yin Hui couldn’t explain it, so she had to say mysteriously, “The secret must not be leaked. You should stop asking. Be careful, even the walls have ears.”
Hearing her words, Uncle Zhou went outside to check if there was anyone around, and then sat back down again, sighed and said, “Anyway, no matter what Madam orders, I will try my best to do it for you.”
Yin Hui said with a smile, “I know that you are the most reliable, by the way, how is Old Lao’s health?”
Uncle Zhou also smiled and said, “He is fine.”
After finishing speaking, Uncle Zhou took out a letter and handed it over, “Master has gone to Jiangnan, and this is what he asked me to hand over to you before he left. He knew what’s going on, so he was afraid that sending the letter directly would cause you trouble. He specially told me to wait for you to come out by yourself before giving it to you.”
Yin Hui quickly opened the envelope.
Fortunately, her grandfather didn’t have any important matters. First, he told her not to worry and that he had gone to the south of Yangtze River. Second, he also thought about Xiao Heng’s first birthday and prepared a gift.
As soon as Yin Hui finished reading the letter, Uncle Zhou held the gift in front of her.
Yin Hui took the box and opened it. Inside was a stack of thick banknotes, and a small box was pressed on top of the banknotes. Inside was a shiny Hetian white jade Guanyin (Bodhisattva) pendant.
When Wei Luo came back in the evening, Yin Hui showed him the gift from the old man.
Wei Luo opened the box, and first saw the thick stack of banknotes, the top one, with a denomination of 1,000 taels.
However, no matter what was in his mind, his face was as expressionless as ever.
Yin Hui knew that he wouldn’t count or ask, so she told him, “One hundred thousand.”
Wei Luo said with a frown, “Xiao Heng is still young, how can he give him so much money?!”
Yin Hui said with a smile, “Grandfather likes him. The first birthday is a big day. There will definitely be no banknotes for the next birthday, at most a box.”
Only then did Wei Lio open the small box and saw Guanyin pendant.
Yin Hui took out the pendant, played with it lightly, and said, “Men wear Guanyin and women wear Buddha. Let me tell you, every year on my birthday, my grandfather gave me the same pendant until I reached ten. It seems that Xiao Heng will accept a lot of Guanyin pendants in the future.”
Wei Luo: “The most important thing in respecting Buddha is the heart. ”
Yin Hui only thought that he was jealous. In order to make him more jealous, she took out a box of Buddha statue pendants prepared in advance and placed them in front of him.
Wei Luo glanced and saw a white light.
A small box could hold so many top-level Hetian jade. She really deserved to be the jewel in the palm of Mr. Yani, the richest businessman.
“This kind of thing, you can only see it yourself in the future. Don’t let others know.” Wei Luo was worried that she would not be able to resist showing off to the elder sister-in-law and the second sister-in-law.
Yin Hui was not so ostentatious as she showed it to Wei Luo to let him know how much the old man loved Xiao Heng. If Wei Luo had a conscience, he should call him grandfather and be more respectful.
Before putting away the box, Yin Hui picked out a pendant and put it on her neck.
The petal-like delicate snow-white skin was attached to a white and moist Buddha. The charm of beauty made the Buddha no longer solemn.
At night, Wei Luo paid respects to the Buddha.
Early the next morning, Yin Hui quickly took the pendant off and put it away. Such a good thing was her grandfather’s heart and it should not be destroyed in his hands.
In a blink of an eye, it was the ninth day of March.
Everyone in King Yan’s Mansion gathered in Chengxin Hall.
Xiao Heng, the little birthday star, was wearing a bright red gown. After approaching Si Lang but being avoided by him, Xiao Heng turned to San Lang.
Although San Lang had also started to go to school to study, he still had a playful heart and liked to tease Xiao Heng. The two little brothers played together happily.
King Yan looked at the two lively and lovely grandsons with a smile, and seeing that Xiao Heng was already running, he suddenly asked Si Lang, “Why don’t you go after San Lang?”
When Si Lang subconsciously looked at his father, Wei Yan gestured to his son repeatedly to go. So he went to chase San Lang. He ran very restrained, as if he had to deal with an errand.
King Yan simply didn’t look at him.
When the auspicious time came, Wei Luo personally carried Xiao Heng to the couch in the Nuan Pavilion, where a variety of festive objects had already been placed.
Wei Lup and Yin Hui stood in the middle, and other male and female guests stood on the left and right of the couple to observe the ceremony.
King Yan was next to Wei Luo, stroking his beard while waiting to see what his good grandson would pick.
Yin Hui remembered that in her previous life, Xiao Heng grabbed a small mahogany sword, implying that he would become a master of martial arts. But there could be a change in the new life.
Xiao Heng, who was surrounded by smiling relatives, walked back and forth among a pile of objects, and finally grabbed a small wooden sword.
Yin Hui smiled. Her son really liked to practice martial arts.
Wei Lup had already begun to imagine the scene of him teaching his son how to practice with a sword after five or six years.
King Yan stroked his beard and nodded in approval. His good grandson would be good at martial arts, and it would be better for him to be as outstanding as his third son.
The eldest son Wei Yang stood behind King Yan. His eyes swept over the faces of his third younger brother and his father in turn, and Wei Yang looked at his Da Lang and San Lang again.
A week before Da Lang’s birthday, he asked someone to specially train his son to catch the seal, and he tried three times in advance. At that time, Da Lang caught seals all the time, but on the day of the catch, he actually grabbed a book and stuffed it into his mouth. When it was San Lang’s turn, since he was not the eldest son anyway, Wei Yang didn’t bother to take care of it. But on the day, San Lang was not as good as his elder brother, and even caught a silver ingot.
It was true that grasping things meant nothing. The child who grasped the silver may become a poor ghost in the future, and the child who grasped the sword may become powerless in the future. What Wei Yang was afraid of was that if Wu Lang caught the seal, the father would feel that he was destined. The seal may fall into his third brother’s family.
Fortunately, what Wu Lang grabbed was just a sword.