Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

Huh? Wangshu was curious, "Why is it so miserable?"

Listening to him speak so seriously, I couldn't help but hold my forehead. Why is this young man so pessimistic? With his figure, appearance, temperament and ability, if you only take one of them out, Wangshu would think it would be no problem to have three wives and four concubines, not to mention that he is really good in everything.

She was actually worried that her son would look like her and wouldn't be able to find a wife!

"You'll at least be a general in the future. Why worry about your son not being able to find a wife? You have to be a living general." Wangshu reminded him that he couldn't be like his biological father. He raised the sleeves of his wide nightgown and muttered, "You have to live well, otherwise I'll offend a lot of people and make a lot of people angry. You'll be bullied to death every few days with your still-feeding baby. Your son is young and your wife is young, so others will take advantage of you..."

Regardless of the man's face being as black as ash at the bottom of a pot, Wangshu added fuel to the fire and leaned over to his ear to complain about Ji San, "You're fine, last time that broken thing stared at me with those disgusting eyes..." She touched her head where the hair stood on end, "Why don't you just chop him in half and keep him for more evil!"

Qin Xiuyuan's face was so dark that it could be used to grind ink and write big characters. What she said made his heart burn with anger. "Where is he looking at you?"

Oh, what can a man look at a woman? Wangshu hit him, "You ask even though you know the answer! I almost rubbed off a layer of bath leather!" Hearing that his methods of torturing women were more shocking than those of a brothel owner, he simply enjoyed abusing people, more Indian than the Indians. Thinking of the horrific things that the Indians and animals in faraway India had to say, Wangshu felt sick all over...

The man hugged her tightly, rubbed her head, and rarely said anything harsh to comfort her: "Next time, you will be split in half."

In the following days, Qin Xiuyuan went to the Governor's Mansion twice more. Wangshu knew about this repeated setback, but he didn't say much. "Xie Miao keeps calling you Brother Qin and Brother Qin. Is he sick?"

When I first arrived in Yongcheng, I called him Brother Qin, but recently I suddenly called myself Brother Qin...

The two were born in the same year, but Qin Xiuyuan was younger and Xie Miao was older.

Qin Xiuyuan, who truthfully relayed the conversation between the two, was stunned: ...I really didn't realize...

After much thought, the only person Xie Miao could call Brother Qin was General Qin's eldest son... the eldest son...

Li Fugui, following military orders, returned from Yaocheng and brought back a message from her mother-in-law and news about Li Ma and the others.

"Yuan'er, everything is fine with Mother. You should listen carefully to the instructions of the General and the Governor. It is your blessing that they value you. Also, Mother is longing for a grandson and can't sleep at night. I am waiting for you to accomplish great deeds and return with a son."

Li Fugui finished speaking in one breath, and looked at Wangshu who was listening with him and saw nothing unusual on his face: "The eldest brother's wife is getting more and more tender and beautiful, and is still growing like a big white bamboo shoot," he laughed.

"I see the old lady looks healthy and doesn't look like she had a bad sleep last night. Miss Wangshu, don't worry about it."

Hahaha, that's right. The phrase "can't sleep at night" is really a well-chosen word. Wangshu glanced at the man with a slightly stiff mouth, covered his mouth and laughed, "Okay, listen to Captain Li."

Qin Xiuyuan: ...

"Miss Wangshu, I wonder how you can grow taller!" Others marry men and give birth to children, but she grows taller, making the short and stout Fugui jealous and envious.

Wangshu got along well with this short, sharp, warm-hearted little brother. "Eat more meat! Now that you're back, bring them over to eat. Don't hesitate!"

He patted the banknotes and silver bag he had just received from Madam Li and said, "Just treat it as New Year's Eve and eat and drink as much as you want!"

With a wave of her hand, Mrs. Ji provided horses to the disciples and soldiers who had learned well. Fugui took the newly formed cavalry company to the martial arts hall for food and accommodation, and begged for money every day. After they were full, they went to the suburbs to train the cavalry. For a while, the commander held the beauty in his arms, the subordinates monopolized the delicious food, and everyone was happy.

During the New Year, there were not many families of soldiers left in Yongcheng, so Qin Xiuyuan sent people to send them some braised meat and rice noodles as a token of his appreciation.

Time passed quickly, and apart from the pain in his back, Wangshu was completely immersed in the world of two people.

Until spring arrived again. The snow had melted, and everywhere was wet, dripping with water. The two sisters, wearing pink jackets with their zithers in their arms, carefully exited the carriage, holding onto the door. As they entered, the kitchen was steaming, and dry rice stalks lined the corridors, allowing them to walk without getting their shoes wet.

Ji Shou ordered the door of the main hall to be opened, and suddenly a tall figure walked out from inside, "Son-in-law!"

"Greetings, General!"

A blue, slim-fitting robe with a wide, stand-up collar, neat and sharp, a vivacious look. Qin Xiuyuan nodded, then glanced at the two actors, both lithe and graceful. They were from the south, their hands thick with calluses, their bodies nimble, their steps brisk, their skills learned since childhood, and their appearance above average.

"Come in." A head popped up from behind the man, and Wangshu waved. The person, with thin arms and legs, stood in the hall, wearing a blue homely waist-cinching robe. The person was fair and clean, and looked delicate and frail...

A thought flashed through his mind and he stopped.

"Just listening to music?"

Wangshu looked at the person coming over, confused. Otherwise, how could he have the energy to practice dancing in circles? "That's right!"

"Let Qin Yi accompany you." Qin Yi is the eldest sister. When Wangshu goes out, the two sisters Qin Yi and Qin Er always accompany him closely.

...Qin Yi has a pursuit of martial arts, and he never slacks off in his martial arts training and academic studies. He just lies at home and asks others to be his maid?

Wangshu is silent and doesn't want to be with too many people when he is relaxing.

The result of the silence was that the man did not go out, but stayed with a book by his side. He lay comfortably in the rocking chair, his legs resting on the footstool, his hands naturally falling on the armrests, tapping the rhythm to the tune, and occasionally shaking his head.

"Your green collar, my heart is filled with longing. Even if I don't go, will you not send me a message? Your green belt, my thoughts are filled with longing. Even if I don't go, will you not come? I'm waiting for you, at the city gate. One day without seeing you feels like three months!"

The younger sister concentrated on plucking the strings, while the elder sister sang the lyrics with every step, her thin sleeves moving gracefully, shyly expecting from the passionate love, waiting for a long time under the city wall, sometimes complaining, sometimes anxious, sometimes looking forward to it, the song "Zi Jin" was sung so ethereal and transparent, and the lingering sound of love lingered in the air.

Qin Xiuyuan watched the person listen three times in a row, then stood up and learned to sing. Her voice was not as clear as the singer's, but it had a unique kind of coquettish and charming tone. The book was put aside, and she listened to the person stomping her feet and complaining about her long-awaited lover over and over again.

Seeing someone stop to cough and clear their throat, the handsome guy poured milk tea at the right time and commented: "You are singing with a pinched voice, you must be exhausted."

Wangshu, who used a delicate and artificial falsetto and clipped voice, gulped down a few mouthfuls of milk tea and punched him with her little fist, "You're listening to music for nothing without paying, and you still ask for too much..."

Qin Xiuyuan, who was demanding of high standards for getting something for free, didn't feel embarrassed at all and smiled as he carried the bag for the other person.

"Madam has excellent taste, but her voice needs to be cultivated over a long period of time, there is no need to rush."

My sister expressed her views at the right time.

To train your voice, you need to work hard for a long time, and you will be able to use your breath freely and in a variety of ways, and you will always be calm and relaxed.