After their comfortable lunch, the children followed Nan Si Qiao to the garden. The servant also handed Feng Ao Qian back to Nan Si Qiao for her to take care of the young boy.
"Maaa…" Feng Ao Qian raised his small and chubby hands towards his mother.
"Mother is here." Nan Si Qiao smiled sweetly at her third son. She didn't actually expect to still be able to have a child again, but taking care of Feng Ao Qian was very fun for her. At the very least, the boy was sweeter than his brothers.
When Feng Ao Si was still a baby, he loved to create trouble. It was to the point that the maidservants all felt that the boy would never let them rest. No matter which time it was, Feng Ao Si would suddenly cry and disturb their sleep.
Nan Si Qiao was so glad when Feng Ao Si was growing older because it meant less problem at night.
When Feng Ao Kuai was still a baby, it was the complete opposite. He was so quiet that Nan Si Qiao often felt worried whether he was still alive or not. If not for his occasional small cry when he was hungry or wetting his bed, Nan Si Qiao would have thought that Little Feng Ao Kuai had some problems.
Now, Feng Ao Qian was different. He was not as naughty as Feng Ao Si but he was not as quiet as Feng Ao Kuai.
It was more fun to take care of this little boy.
"Mother, are you going to let Ah Qian be like us?" Feng Ao Kuai asked quietly. Feng Ao Qian was born in Summer and he was only two years old right now, but Feng Ao Kuai was a bit worried about his mother's plan.
"No." Nan Si Qiao immediately disagreed. She glared at her second son. "It's already more than enough that you two are going to the battlefield. If Ah Qian also go there, who will stay with me at home?"
Feng Ao Kuai looked at his mother.
That was not what his mother said when he was still young. Feng Ao Kuai could still remember that Nan Si Qiao agreed to his father's arrangement because she couldn't stand these two at home.
Feng Ao Si always created trouble while Feng Ao Kuai would often stayed at the library, doing something.
Nan Si Qiao wanted to play with them, but these two were very uncooperative!
"If Ah Qian wants to follow us later, you can tell us. By the time he's of age, I'm sure that I will already become a general!" Nan Luo grinned.
"That's not possible."
"Are you underestimating me?"
Feng Ao Kuai glanced at Nan Luo. "When Ah Qian is 10 years old, you're only 20 or 21 years old. Do you think you can become a general at that age?"
Nan Luo opened his mouth, intending to brag. But after a moment of contemplation, he thought that it was indeed very hard. There were not many people who could become a general before they turned into adult. Even those who were very accomplished might not necessarily able to do it.
Unless there was a lack of general.
Or the person was a super genius with great backing.
But Nan Luo was sure that his grandfather would never let him become the leader of so many soldiers before he was proven qualified of that position. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
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