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

Qin Xiuyuan was also a little surprised. Ji Shou didn't come, but Zhang San was now speaking in an organized and coherent manner. "You've been working harder at home these past few months than we are on the front lines. Now you've improved a lot in how you speak and do things."

Zhang San blushed repeatedly.

"I'll finalize the additional manpower you need in the next two days. Be prepared and I'll follow your orders. You can go ahead and do your work. The adjutant will stay."

"Yes, sir!" Zhang San, who couldn't stand being praised, didn't delay any longer. The transportation capacity of autumn grain from all over the country had to be sorted out and recorded as soon as possible.

He said he was going home in the afternoon, but when it was almost dark, a soldier sent him a letter saying that he was busy with official business and had to stay in the army tonight.

"Miss, you see what I said was right!" Ji Shou, who had come to check accounts with Wangshu for most of the day and was relaxed, bent down to tease the mistress crawling around in the fence, "There are too few educated people in the army."

I gave them the order and they did it, and they were very efficient. But when it came time to submit the summary report, few of them were efficient. They just answered one question at a time, and never connected the dots. Their minds were completely scattered!

Sometimes you ask one thing and he gives another. He can do things but not talk.

"I didn't ask you to follow my uncle, so you just laugh secretly."

Wangshu finished feeding his daughter the rice porridge, picked up his little daughter, and patted her to sleep. Over there, Xiaosan was tired from crawling and was chewing on her legs. The nurse held her and tried to force her to turn off the phone, but Xiaosan vomited a string of bubbles from chewing on her legs.

"The mistress's foot-washing saliva~~"

The candles were slowly lit, one by one, then two by two. The two nurses took over the sleeping babies and continued to watch over them.

As soon as I walked out the door, there was only a faint candle left in the room.

"Miss, do you still remember Master Kang who came to the mansion to deliver the third and fourth children?"

A short, thin old man with a rosy face and few age spots. "What's wrong?"

"He now has his own Yannian Clinic, and he has quite a few treatments for children's difficult and complicated illnesses."

The old doctor asserted that Xiao Si's deafness was a congenital development affected by his mother's condition, and said that he was helpless. Wang Shu believed him and did not invite other doctors to diagnose him at home, and refused on the grounds that the baby was too young to come into contact with strangers.

Initially, Ji Shou didn't know much about this matter and always thought that the baby was too lazy and slow to react. Later, he slowly confirmed that the general was away and everything in the mansion was decided by the lady. Now that Xiao Si had grown up, he should be treated earlier.

"Wait a minute."

Ji Shou had another worry. "Miss, even though Master Kang is still able to see and hear clearly, he's older than the old doctor. Xiao Si is too young to take medicine or have acupuncture. If he comes to visit, maybe he can leave behind a set of methods that can be used in the future. What if it works?"

"Please consult him about Xiao Si's current condition."

Ji Shou breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes." Then he turned to another question, "The old doctor is old, and Zhuzhu is pregnant. The family should find a new doctor."

Even more worried than Qin Xiuyuan, "There's the old doctor's eldest disciple."

"What about the female doctor who took care of the young lady?"

"I'm in good health!" The cold has healed and I feel stronger.

Ji Shou: ...I don’t think so.

After wiping her body at night, Xiaoqing took out the suspender pajamas from last night, washed and dried them during the day, and gave them to someone to wear whenever she liked them.

"Change it."

"Madam, this one is more beautiful than a fairy, please wear it." These days, it's not just men who are lustful.

After putting it on, Xiaoqing touched it and admired it, "It's so beautiful..."

Wangshu walked out in her high wooden clogs, her torso swaying with small, twisting steps. Her upper body was plump and straight, her hips swayed gently, her waist was slender, her hair flowed, and her steps were full of charm...

Xiaoqing, who was staring at them from behind and couldn't move her eyes away, ran to the front of them again, her eyes never leaving them from beginning to end. "It's beautiful, it's mesmerizing!"

Like a little fangirl on a celebrity's catwalk, Wangshu found it amusing. Just as she was about to strike a few poses in a one-piece skirt, something caught her eye and she paused, "Is he back?"

Xiaoqing walked silently, her expression changing on the spot, between extreme joy and sorrow, and then she lowered her head and walked out.

Qin Xiuyuan leaned on the couch by the door. Once the door closed, he stood up and began to wash up, looking critical, "Your guard is too weak."

"You're in luck," Wangshu said as she opened her dressing box. Suddenly, she felt like she was posing like a celebrity. She used a hairpin inlaid with gold, pearls, and jade to lift her hair and secure it diagonally. She compared four or five sets of earrings, placed them against her ears, and finally chose the slender, lantern-shaped filigree earrings...

Taking advantage, Qin Xiuyuan lit two more branches on the lantern tree, making it easier for people to admire themselves in the mirror. He tied a jeweled necklace around his waist, and chose a string of black crystal stones to dangle between the mountain peaks. His shoulders were smooth. Wangshu pulled out her long string of pearls, passed it through the necklace behind his neck, twisted it, and circled the shoulder bones with the same length on both sides...

I looked at myself in the mirror and decided that I should get myself a few nice breast and body chains while I was still young and my breasts weren't sagging...

Qin Xiuyuan's eyes were blazing with fire. He tried to coax the person into the inner room, but he was helpless and could not coax him. He kept saying, "Just go in and let me watch. I'll handle the rest myself!"

When a woman is in the mood to dress up, she should not be harsh in destroying the flowers immediately. The flowers are beautiful and should be enjoyed first.

Almost as soon as someone yelled, the model Wangshu turned around and came out from the inner room. The way men treated her was commonplace.

From time to time, he would say pitifully that he could play with her clothes until dawn in the military camp, and that he had two big eyes on his head, looking in the direction of home... He was extremely exaggerated, trying to win her heart and take advantage of her.

Unperturbed, she continued to apply rouge and paint her eyebrows. The man who came out wrapped in a piece of loincloth opened the wardrobe and put on a long gown. "Shushu, ask them to bring some food."

Huh? Haven't eaten yet? Wangshu put down his eyebrow pencil and stood up to ask someone to prepare the meal quickly. Then he looked at her with a look of obvious concern, "Is there no food in the camp?"

"I didn't have time to think about it. I was just trying to get back." Missing a meal or two isn't a big deal. "My hair is wet, stay away. Keep painting."

Dressing up as a woman is like practicing a set of boxing techniques, it is best to enjoy it. Qin Xiuyuan is afraid that the woman will not be in the mood, but when the woman is in the mood, he will enjoy everything she does.

The woman with painted eyebrows turned around and muttered to him, "Don't forget next time, this isn't the front line..."

"Okay." From top to bottom, the half-exposed plump white skin was in full view, and the dark necklace floated among the pink fat, arrogant and beautiful. Qin Xiuyuan moved away without leaving a trace. The steam left by the cold shower instantly heated up and boiled. He turned around to clean the small table, "Shushu, you only drew half of your eyebrows."

Wangshu turned around and continued her superstar decoration skills.

Seeing Xiaoqing placing a plate of steamed buns and a dish of braised pig's face, he quickly waved, "Paint me a red plum blossom."

Xiaoqing flew over like a butterfly, added some water to slightly mix rouge and pearl powder, held her breath, and painted a flower on the left shoulder. "Madam, will it be small?"

Both the master and the servant have good aesthetic taste.

"Almost. It's lighter in color."

I lightly applied rouge to deepen the color, and the red plum blossoms bloomed brightly, so why would I need the white snow?

Xiaoqing looked at it carefully several times before she was willing to leave.