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

Speaking of embarrassment, Wangshu suddenly sobered up. Damn that weak and delicate girl last night! Nothing in the world could have made her more embarrassed than last night! "I completely lost my dignity in front of them last night!"

"What are you thinking about? You said before that it's common for wives and concubines in high-ranking families to serve their masters, and for servants to follow the marquis's side. Even if they haven't seen it, they must have heard about it. It was just a coincidence last night. If it had been half an hour later, I would have been able to get it done..."

The clouds and rain have just stopped here, and the moon is dark and the wind is strong over there. What a night for murder.

Wangshu buried her head in his chest, refusing to face him.

Qin Xiuyuan was also slightly embarrassed for her. Last night she tried her best to indulge him, and the two of them had been fooling around for more than an hour. Afterwards, her delicate body was naturally as soft as cotton and covered with marks. Fortunately, he didn't smear her mouth or face, otherwise the little woman would be even more ashamed. So he gently coaxed him for a long time.

The brother and sister who had been transferred again before dawn were innocent and full of energy. They changed into new clothes early, carried the new money they got last night, and pulled the sleepy Xiaolu. They came up with an idea and ran to the main room to find Xiaoqing to ask when their father, who usually got up early, would get up.

"Dabao and Xiaobao, come in."

The man tried to comfort her in every way but got no response. Instead, he subconsciously allowed the child to go into the room. See, women become partial when they become mothers!

A pair of little people rushed into the room cheering. Seeing their mother leaning against their father's arms, their hair tangled tightly together, they saluted according to Grandpa Tang's instructions: "Dad and Mom, Happy New Year!"

Then there was a lot of noise, which gave Wangshu a headache. The man observed the situation and dragged the children out of the room with both hands.

Yesterday, I was frightened by Wangcai's alarm call and my heart skipped a beat. My chest was always anxious and stuffy, and I couldn't breathe. I felt anxious and short of breath. I was about to wash up. I got out of bed and took two steps, but then I fell forward. I walked with a floating feeling, as if I had no roots. Xiaoqing was quick to support me and said in a panic, "Madam!"

So before the first meal of the New Year was served, Zhuzhu, who was taking the patient's pulse, came on stage first. She saw the patient stretch out one hand, cover his eyes with a handkerchief and then pressed it with her hand, knowing that the patient must be crying again.

She cries whenever she's sick, refuses to take any medicine, and refuses to listen to a single word. With a large Buddha statue beside her, Zhuzhu doesn't dare to speak out. "You've been ill for a long time, your body is weak, and you've been frightened and your heart is palpitating. Drink some soothing and nourishing soup to recuperate. Silent tears are the worst thing to do when you're sick; they're harmful to your health."

Wangshu pushed the man sitting at the head of the bed and pointed at the door, asking him to leave. The man did not move. She cried even more anxiously, her breathing became short and her chest rose and fell. She sighed almost inaudibly, helped the man up, and helped him to smooth her back.

"Woo!" Wangshu didn't want to get close to him, so she struggled and rolled over to the side on the bed, lying there motionless. Her slender waist and shoulders were clearly visible, and she was as thin and beautiful as a young girl.

Actually, my wife ate well, but her body just couldn't absorb the food well. She also got sick too often. It's heartbreaking to think about it. She's such a powerful figure now, but she lacks the blessing of good health...

Two days after I recovered from the illness, another riot broke out. It was a terrifying riot with more than 20 injured. From last night until now, the master and Zhuzhu have been very busy. They were so sleepy that they had to keep one eye open even when they fell asleep. They could only say goodbye in a hurry and go back to their work.

Xiaoqing was guarding the door, not knowing whether to go in. Soon, there were voices in the room, soft and gentle, one after another, "Shu Shu" before and "Shu Shu" after, coaxing with honey. She was slightly relieved. Fortunately, there was the general who could persuade them. The lady had the final say, and she would be left to suffer like this after she drove them away.

Unable to be driven away, Wangshu let himself be held, his legs firmly pinned down. His eyes ached, but the tears had stopped. His robes were loose and wrinkled from struggling. The man's hand was covering the throbbing spot. "...It was just a momentary fright, Shushu, take a good rest for two days. It's not worth it to keep crying and thinking nonsense..."

At the first meal of the New Year, five people could barely fit on one table. When Wang came to visit, Qin Xiuyuan, who was standing beside the bed, was feeding her with his eyes downcast. His daughter-in-law, looking as delicate as a reed, called out in a muffled voice, "Mother-in-law."

"Mother, please sit down."

Wang sat at the end of the bed and pulled her hand, which was outside, back into the quilt. "Old Tang took the kids to the martial arts room. I came to see you. You should take a good rest while your husband is home."

"it is good."

She turned to her son and said, "Old Tang said that after last night's incident, Yuan'er has gained more troops. It's a great thing to celebrate!"

Qin Xiuyuan nodded and wiped the man's mouth. If he hadn't frightened the young woman, he would have actually planned to celebrate. "Mother, Shushu and I haven't had time to greet you yet. Wish you a happy new year and all the best."

Wangshu on the bed bowed and pointed to the drawer over there. Qin Xiuyuan took out a small box sealed with red paper, which contained a set of headgear prepared by the young woman.

Wang, whose family's fortune depended entirely on her son and daughter-in-law, smiled and waved her hand. "You two are so thoughtful. Mother hopes Yuan'er will make further progress in the new year, and Shushu will be in good health. Take good care of yourself. Dabao and Erbao will be five years old next year, so it will be perfect for them to have a younger brother or sister..."

Qin Xiuyuan didn't even dare to think about it, but his mother dared to think and say it. For a moment, he didn't know whether his mother was sincere or just being polite. During the New Year, elders usually wish for many children, blessings, and grandchildren, but this young woman was like this...

Don't take on a job if you don't have the skills.

Feeling chest tightness and shortness of breath, Wangshu lay on her back, breathing quietly, wondering how her parents and Ji Shou would celebrate the New Year. Jingzhou had short winters, and three of the four seasons were cool and comfortable. She hoped her husband would settle down and leave the children to him while she returned to Jingzhou. She thought her parents were just as nagging and conservative, always nagging. She knew she had to quickly hand them over to Qin Xiuyuan and give herself some peace and quiet.

...Hu...The heavy breathing of the sick person was her only response.

The man sent Wang out, holding his forehead and unable to speak, "Mother." Do you know what you are doing!

Wang Shi held the heavy box, feeling a little aggrieved. "How can you handle this with only one son? What did I do wrong?"

OK, OK, OK, Qin Xiuyuan had no intention of saying anything else, "I am the only one my father has." He has one more daughter than his own father!

Wang was speechless. How could that bastard compare to Yuan'er? She mumbled, "You're about to... accomplish great things... When your father was alive, our family only had one set of pots and pans. How can you compare?"

Qin Xiuyuan: ...Okay!

The sky was overcast and about to snow, but it was still bright and quiet in the morning, just as he returned home full of confidence. His lovely wife, young son and daughter were sleeping soundly in their dreams, and the whole house was peaceful, which seemed like a world away from the swordplay of last night.

"Mother, don't assume things will happen in the future. You may seem almost there now, but in the future you may find it very far away, or even impossible to reach. Why worry about things that haven't been achieved yet?"

Perhaps fate was slightly on his side now, but who could be completely sure? Like last night, if they had all been drinking, who knows what would have happened.

"Also, it wasn't her intention to be sick. When she was well, she was very proud and capable. She could accomplish things that many men couldn't even imagine, and she did them beautifully. Her son owes a lot to her for what he has today. Now that she's ill, mother, please say something to comfort her."