Tiantang Splendid

Chapter 1247 Life
Wu Meiniang held back a smile: "Yes, yes, how dare the little girl not listen to Mr. Lang's words? But let me tell you, I'm not sure if the big girl or daughter-in-law of another family will come or not. The one across the street to the east The youngest daughter of the Lin family, who is in charge of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, is definitely coming... cluck, oops, our Erlang is really attractive, and the little girl who is fascinated by him is so fascinated that he proposes to marry him regardless of his reserve... Oops, don't pinch me... ..."

Fang Jun became angry from embarrassment, turned over and stretched out his hand on the soft flesh under Wu Meiniang's ribs, and said angrily: "Dare to say it again?"

The head of the Ministry of Civil Affairs surnamed Lin has a shoehorn face, like Changbai Mountain. The little girl in his family is twenty-eight years old. She looks like her father, and she is mentally handicapped... Not the stupid kind, just a little He was short-hearted, and fell in love with Fang Jun somehow, and made a lot of noise at home without eating or drinking, so he had to marry him.

His father, Mr. Lin, had no choice but to visit Fang Xuanling himself to explain his daughter's wishes, and said that as long as Fang Jun was willing to take his daughter as a concubine, he would marry a painting by Gu Changkang inherited from his family as a dowry.

This person is quite scheming, knowing that the Fang family is not short of money, Fang Jun's official position is several levels higher than him, and his power is also greater than him, as long as Fang Xuanling likes it.

It has to be said that this person pinched Fang Xuanling's veins.The father can completely decide the matter of his son taking a concubine. There is nothing to lose by taking a concubine for his son, but he can get back a painting of Gu Changkang...

Fang Xuanling's heart was moved.

Dang even called Fang Jun home from Jingzhao Mansion and mentioned this matter to Fang Jun...

Fang Jun was still wondering, who is Gu Changkang?Are his paintings valuable?
As a result, Fang Xuanling was so angry that regardless of the fact that Fang Jun was Jing Zhaoyin, he whipped him with a feather duster...

This matter became a joke in the government.

It was only later that Fang Jun found out that Gu Changkang was Gu Kaizhi who was known as the "three masterpieces" of painting, writing, and infatuation... No wonder the father was tempted, and he did not hesitate to sell his son to get that painting.

But how could Fang Jun agree?It's not that Fang Jun discriminates against the disabled, but no one is willing to marry such a woman home, right?
In the end, it was Lu who came forward to give Fang Xuanling a good reprimand, which made the itchy Fang Xuanling give up.

Now that Wu Meiniang mentioned this matter, how could Fang Jun not become angry?
"Cackling... don't even scratch it, it's okay if I'm wrong? Don't say it, don't say it, please forgive me... Oh, my stomach hurts..."

This trick is extremely effective, and begging for a long time is not as good as this sentence.

Fang Jun quickly let go, put his hand on Wu Meiniang's swollen abdomen, and said nervously: "Did you touch it? Could it be the fetal gas?"

Unexpectedly, just as the palm of my hand was placed on Wu Meiniang's belly through the clothes, I felt a small bulge suddenly appeared under the swollen belly...

Fang Jun withdrew his hand suddenly as if he had been electrocuted, his face turned pale with fright, and he shouted: "Lang Zhong, hurry up and find Lang Zhong! How do you feel, Mei Niang? Come, come, lie down, don't move around. ..."

Wu Meiniang caressed her stomach with one hand, supported Fang Jun's shoulders with the other, she almost burst out of laughter...

Fang Jun said angrily: "Still laughing? Oh my auntie, can I stop laughing? Lie down quickly. I just touched a hard object, and it will disappear immediately. If the fetus moves, it will be over... "

"Oh, I'm dying of laughter... Sir, can you stop being so cute?" Wu Meiniang laughed wildly, her beautiful eyes crooked and winking like silk.

Fang Jun's face darkened, and he said angrily: "Is this a joke? Just now I really touched..."

"Alas, look quickly, look quickly, he moved again!"

Wu Meiniang let out a soft cry of joy, took Fang Jun's big hand and stretched it into her skirt, covering her belly.

Fang Jun was terrified, his palm first touched the warm and delicate skin, and then... a small bump on his belly moved his palm, and then disappeared.

This is... the fetus is moving?
He has been a human being for two lifetimes, but Fang Jun has never had such experience, so he was at a loss for a while.

Pregnancy and childbirth are just a process of life gestation, which was an abstract and objective impression before.However, feeling the signs of life in person now, that kind of impact is really shocking for a man who has never experienced it before!

"I... am going to be a father?" Fang Jun muttered to himself.

Although Princess Gaoyang and Wu Meiniang have been pregnant for a long time and are about to give birth, Fang Jun has never been touched too much.Feeling the rhythm of the palm at that time, my heart was a little ecstatic, a little dazed, and a little... timid...

This is a so-called experience, which means that there will be two little lives connected with his blood coming to this world from now on.

Fang Jun suppressed the throbbing in his heart, slowly bent down, lifted Wu Meiniang's clothes, revealing his smooth and greasy bulging belly, put his ears on it, and listened intently.

"puff" "puff"

In fact, where can he hear the fetal heartbeat at this time?But it was probably due to psychological effects, he felt that thumping sound could be heard clearly in his ears...

Wu Meiniang curled the corners of her mouth, and she smiled softly on her charming jade face, revealing a heart-warming beauty in bloom.Looking at Fang Jun's expression as if he had found a treasure and cherished it, there was only tenderness and sweetness and overflowing pride in her heart.

It's great to be able to give birth to children for the man I love...

*****
If you hadn't experienced the environmental pollution, genetically modified, and waste oil in the 21st century... you probably wouldn't believe that in the so-called era of medical prosperity, one out of every seven couples in the world will be infertile...

Incredible data.

And a situation that is often overlooked by people is that for every normal pregnancy, there will be a quarter of miscarriage...

But there are still so many babies born every day, and there are still so many children running around in the streets. Combined with the data, it is really unbelievable. Shouldn’t human beings be extinct?
However, the fact is that no matter how many disasters the earth has, no matter how many human beings try to kill themselves, the sun will still rise as usual...

The sun rises and the moon sets, birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of nature.

The birth of a new life should be joyful, and the death of a loved one should not be too sad...

Grandson Wuji also understands this truth, but the matter fell on him, and the one who died was his own son, so how can he be relieved?
After returning to the mansion, Changsun Wuji went to the mourning hall after taking a shower and changing clothes.I didn't sleep all night, I slept in the open air, my body was still extremely exhausted, but my spirit was in a strange state of excitement, and I didn't feel sleepy at all.

Changsun Wuji knew that this was not a good omen, but the current Changsun's family was in turmoil, so there was no room for him to breathe.There is a son lying here, who will be buried in a few days; there is another son on the other side who is on the verge of death, and I don't know if he can use the road from Hanzhong to enter Shu and escape...

"Isn't Erlang here?"

When Changsun Wuji saw that there were only a few young concubines guarding the spirit in the mourning hall, but Changsun Huan was not there, he was a little unhappy, his face was gloomy and ugly.

The person in charge of Zhang Luo's funeral was an old man of the family, very respected, and naturally had no fear of his eldest grandson Wuji. Hearing this, he said, "Don't be too harsh on the auxiliary plane. Erlang went to the funeral for a long distance. After entering Beijing last night, he settled many matters. He didn't rest for a moment. Seeing that he was too tired, the old man ordered him to take a nap in the backyard."

Changsun Wuji could only nod in a muffled voice, knelt down in front of the coffin, added sesame oil to the long-burning lamp with his own hands, lit three more incense sticks and put them in the incense burner.

It stands to reason that when a son dies, there is really no rule for fathers and children to guard the spirit. The eldest grandson's family has prosperous heirs, and there are countless brothers and nephews, so naturally it will not make the funeral deserted.

But Changsun Wuji felt guilty...

Although Changsun Chong never admitted it, and Changsun Wuji never dared to ask, but he still believed in his heart that the murderer who killed Changsun Dan was most likely Changsun Chong.Liu Lang was in full bloom, but he was murdered by his brother and passed away with hatred. As a father, he couldn't avenge his son by slaying his enemies...

This kind of torture gnawed at his heart like a poisonous snake, making him miserable.

He rubbed his temples, calmed down, and his confidant stepped forward to report to him about the situation in the early court.

Changsun Wuji listened quietly, his face was calm and not angry, but if you pay attention carefully, you will find that his cheeks are constantly squirming, and his temples are bulging...

After listening, Changsun Wuji was silent for a while, called a servant, and said: "Go and call Erlang, I have something to ask him."

He had too many things to ask Changsun Huan about the "Eastern Datang Company".

When the servants turned around to look for Changsun Huan, Changsun Wuji remembered something again, and turned around to ask the old man in the clan: "Have you ever heard about oranges, uncle?"

(End of this chapter)