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

Because there was once a female emperor in the world, the clothing in Luoyang was bold, luxurious and gorgeous. The mistress had no restrictions on clothing and appreciated beautiful looks. She received silver every month and had extra money in her hands. The girls in the mansion gradually started to dress coolly and boldly. Wangshu encouraged her outwardly, but privately he had to admire that the ancestors were indeed open-minded. With many people and powerful forces, he himself was also confident in wearing a somewhat tight curved-hem dress and a short jacket with a bare chest, and dressed as he pleased.

Wang loved fine clothes, wearing gold and jade. She handed a fashionable light green dress with a high-cut tulle and a silk drape to her daughter-in-law, "You should wear this one. This color makes you look lively."

That day she bought a lot of gorgeous clothes and jewelry, asked her family for their sizes and went out. Everyone in the mansion was looking forward to it for a long time, and sure enough, everyone got something.

Wangshu slumped back in her chair, having spent her lunch break with two senior clerks reviewing a new batch of autumn grain and cloth shipped south. She had been straight-backed for over an hour, and the moment she relaxed, she felt uncomfortable. Xiaoqing was pulling her arms back, massaging her shoulders and neck. Meanwhile, her extravagant mother-in-law offered her three more clothes, all bold and cool. She was quite prepared, so she gestured to put them aside for now. "Thank you, mother-in-law. I'll try them on later."

This is how family life was, relaxed and easy, without any complicated rules. Wang, holding her clothes, took the opportunity to sit on one side. "What news did Yuan'er bring back?"

Wangshu shook her head and said, "No. He seldom writes letters." The two places were not far apart. She had only sent a batch of cotton-padded clothes, cotton-shoes, food, sugar, salt and caltrops over yesterday. They had enough food and clothes, weapons and chevaux de frise for defense. The man was not incompetent, so he should be invincible.

In the following days, Liang Ju came from Xiangyang and discussed with Wangshu in his study. Wang passed by several times, but the door was closed. Except for Xiaoqing, all the other servants stayed at their posts with no strange expressions on their faces.

A painting of a general in helmet and armor hangs on the screen of the pavilion. A pair of children each have a table. On the table, there are bamboo puzzles of various shapes and fragmented pictures. The eldest and second children look at the painting and then at the bamboo pictures. A closer look reveals that the people in the pictures are indeed fragmented. The two children are actually participating in a puzzle competition to compete with their fathers.

Qin Yi watched with great interest from the side.

Wang, who was strolling around, came over and was very dissatisfied with the fact that her son's portrait was cut into hundreds of pieces by bamboo strips. But after seeing the brushwork and ink techniques on the bamboo strips, she knew who else could it be but her own son?

Whatever! Since he's willing to be chopped into pieces, why should I worry about it?

After watching for a while, she wanted to open her mouth and start, but Dabao quickly pushed her hand away, and blocked her mouth with her chubby fingers, saying hurriedly: "Grandma can't help, anyone who cheats will lose!"

He raised his head and peeked at his sister's progress. His face became even more anxious. He picked up each piece of bamboo and pressed it on the table to cut the shape. He made the general's calf into a neck...

Qin Yi bared his teeth: Ouch! My little master!

Wang, who had long forgotten about not being able to chop the body into pieces, held her forehead anxiously: "Oh! Whose legs are on my neck? What a filial son!"

The onlookers had plenty of roles to play, Xiaobao was completely focused, and Fatty was frantic. The three people who had been discussing matters in the study came out one after another and stood by to watch, all watching Fatty's masterpiece of hanging a head on the neck of a leg, with the head growing under the thigh, fail miserably.

The chubby baby asked all kinds of questions, pursed his lips and stared at his masterpiece, with an anxious look as if he knew there was something wrong with the puzzle but he didn't know where. Liang Ju suppressed his smile, said goodbye to them, and Wangshu sent him to the front yard, then quickly walked back to the study.

Her slender waist was cinched tightly, making her already plump figure even more prominent. As she hurried, her revealing short top and long skirt fluttered past her. Looking up, she could see a large expanse of skin surging like the waves of the sea. Dressed like this, sharing a room with a stranger behind closed doors and windows, Wang Shi felt a little uncomfortable. The rules in this family were too lax!

Facing her reproachful gaze, Tang Bo turned away without looking at her.

Wangshu refused the medicinal bath several times. Undressing made him feel insecure, and with Qin Xiuyuan away, he felt a sense of grievance that he had suffered in vain and no one knew about it.

Anyway, she just likes to be coaxed by others.

Zhuzhu was so angry that she repeatedly performed the act of breaking a stone on her chest, "Madam, this is good for your health!"

Wangshu, already experiencing hormone fluctuations, covered her ears and stared at the topographical map, trying to find a plot of land to raise horses. The Jingzhou army had a large number of horses, acquired through various means from remote cities like Yongzhou and southern Yunnan before the war. The large-scale horse farms in the north, northwest, and southwest were now owned by others. The army had worked hard to breed horses in recent years, but due to the lack of natural horse farms, the number of horses had never increased. In the past, they were so poor that even a skilled cook could not make a living without rice. Now that Liang Ju had generously helped, and the merchants and money were available, she wanted to build a horse farm across the entire area.

She stared at the Liao Dynasty to the north of Chang'an. It was difficult to conquer territory these days, and it was even more difficult to defend it. She had to make plans early.

"...The menstrual period is about to come, Madam, take a good bath, it has a detoxifying effect..." Zhuzhu talked until her lips were hoarse, beating her chest and stamping her feet, and the little bun on her chest was almost sunken by her beating, but the person concerned did not show any emotion at all. Seeing this, Xiaoqing had to quickly pull Zhuzhu aside to talk to her. Madam is now busy with many things and her body is also uncomfortable, so she asked someone to put the medicinal bath aside for the time being.

Xiaoqing tried her best to be more tactful in her words. If the general was at home, the nights would be very noisy these days, starting early and ending very late. She had to be prepared for the main room to call for water at any time, so she slept much less.

Sure enough, when bathing at night, Xiaoqing saw that the man's hair was standing upright and his breathing was different. She silently found an object and handed it under the water. Wangshu asked him to go out, and he slowly absorbed the object with his face facing the ear. Soon he let out a sound: "Hmm!" He fiddled with the cloth to relieve the hormones, and couldn't help thinking of the many benefits of having a man around.

In my previous life, when I read novels, there was always a perfect male protagonist who came home at night. After a short separation, he was as happy as a newlywed. He pressed the female protagonist down and made her feel like she was in love. They spent the whole night together without even knowing the sun rose. "Ah..." Wangshu, who was alone and sad, burst into tears. The rough picture on the side was of little use.

In the following days, her chest and belly became firm and swollen. Chun Yang took out a thickened cotton suspender bellyband and put it on her. The double-wrapped fishtail dress, which was old in color but she was reluctant to throw away, showed off her plump and slender figure. She tightened the belt slightly, and the little woman looked even more plump and attractive. She couldn't help but praise, "General, you are so lucky."

The wife was smart and good at business, and she gave birth to a pair of twins, a boy and a girl. She still had a good figure in her middle age. Since they got married, the general had been promoted step by step, and the couple's life was getting better and better. They privately felt that the wife was very lucky for her husband.

Looking at the woman in the bronze mirror, Wangshu deliberately twisted his waist, straightened his plump body, and asked innocently, "Are you talking about these two ounces of meat?"

Her two taels of rice might be a bit prominent in the famine-ridden south, but when she arrived in the wealthy Luoyang that had not been ravaged by war, the maids could go out and look openly at the well-nourished and well-developed young beauties, and they would no longer be so hungry that they could not walk or take their eyes off her.

"Why don't you go out and open your eyes again today?"

Chun Yang grinned and shook his head, amused by his wife. He put on a colorful gauze shawl and said, "Madam, you are so funny!"