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

As Wang sipped her tea, she saw her daughter-in-law, who had been sitting casually, quietly straighten her posture and raise her eyelids to observe her. A sudden surge of joy filled her heart. In any other family, she would have been a mother-in-law by then, and now she still had to care for her young children, taking on a lot of responsibilities. Thinking back to the palm-sized sword scar on her right shoulder she had just seen, it must have been difficult, surviving the brink of death...

The visitor was silent and just kept looking at himself.

Wangshu straightened up for a moment, but finally yawned. Her sleep and rest schedule had been disrupted for the past two nights. She supported her chin with her right hand and remained silent. She was really going to have a slumber.

"Shushu, the royal relatives of the previous dynasty sent me a message saying they're holding a peony flower show and asked us to do them the honor of attending."

Nowadays, the laws in Chang'an are strict, and there are elite soldiers in large numbers. The orders of the General's Office are carried out throughout the country, which is many times stronger than that of the previous dynasty. Except for business and personnel exchanges in the military camp, Shushu never accepts invitations. Wang, on the other hand, is like a fish in water. In previous years, she was still concerned about her reputation, but in the past two years, she has been a guest of honor for the powerful and wealthy, and she often travels around the city.

She usually went there, but she never brought Wangshu with her.

"Mother-in-law, I'm a little tired and don't want to join in the fun." Wangshu just wanted to fall into bed and take a nap. His energy was limited, and he hadn't even been to the Nanyang Palace and the Xie family, whom Qin Xiuyuan still relied on, let alone the wealthy and powerful families with whom he was not close.

"Shushu, this flower fair features over a hundred varieties of famous flowers. The artisans have put a lot of effort into making them bloom together, creating a dazzling display of colors. The newly cultivated tricolor peonies are truly rare. If you like flowers, why not take a look and relax?" Seeing that Wangshu wasn't moved at all, Wang leaned forward slightly. "The Marquis of Taiping's Mansion and the Duke of Anguo's Mansion have always produced the most outstanding young ladies. Shushu, go and take a look."

Xiaoqing, who was serving side dishes, paused. The legitimate daughters of these two families had served as empresses and concubines in the Daliang Dynasty for generations. They were the most stable faction of foreign relatives, with large families and many descendants.

Wangshu raised his eyebrows. A wealthy family! The most generous patrons who were willing to spend money on gold, jade, and hairpins in the shop, were discerning? What kind of discerning?

"eleven?"

It's the eleventh choice of woman.

Wang nodded, sizing up her daughter-in-law's expression, and brought out a tray. "He's old enough now, it's time for him to get married. The youngest legitimate daughter of the two families just turned 16 this year, and there are hundreds of families seeking daughters. Let's see if Eleventh has the right fate. Since you're the eldest sister-in-law, let's go and take a look together."

Eleven has children, but he still hasn't started a family? In Chang'an, the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children is clear. Illegitimate children are just there to have enough food and clothing, and most of them are not valued by their families. Eleven can see the legitimate daughters of two families, which is amazing.

Qin Xiuyuan was called a peasant and a barbarian bastard, but only a few years later, the tide of change had already turned 180 degrees...

"Mother-in-law, I'm busy right now. I think you should first draw up a plan and then discuss it when Xiuyuan comes back."

As he was talking, the fat little San came running into the house with a group of friends, "Mom!" His mouth and hands were even faster, he pulled his skirt and climbed onto Wangshu. Xiaoqing hurriedly supported him and helped the fat little boy to fall into Wangshu's arms in a few seconds, grunting, "Mom, sister!"

Wangshu protected his chest, careful not to be scratched by little hands, and said softly, "Sister is not feeling well and needs to sleep. You go play with them and play with the holes."

Crawling through dog holes was a favorite of these children. There were many guard dogs in the mansion, and even more dog holes. They would crawl through a whole yard, playing hide-and-seek every day under the noses of the maids and servants.

"I want a younger sister." Xiao San pouted, her slightly curly hair was softly tied into a small bun and then spread out, revealing a whole set of small clothes and pants of the same color - with an open crotch, revealing her secrets. Wangshu couldn't help but touch her butt that hadn't touched the ground today. It was soft and tender, and felt really good.

"Sister has a fever and doesn't have the energy to play. You go play with Zhongzhong, Chengcheng and Shunshun today."

He lifted up the little monkey's right sleeve again. He had fallen down two days ago and his elbow was broken with a light scab.

The little monkey kept rubbing against his mother, touching her hair, looking closely at the gold and jade peony hairpin, and now he was playing with the lotus earrings in his hands, shaking them and laughing happily.

"I want my mother."

That means he wants to inspect the dog hole with Wangshu.

"Xiao San, that's grandma, call her grandma."

He turned his eyes and took a look, "Grandma."

"Be good, mistress."

After taking a look, he immediately focused on playing with the lotus flowers and climbed up and down on Wangshu's body, having a lot of fun.

"Shushu, where is Yuan'er now?"

Wang came over and broke off a piece of hibiscus rice cake to feed Xiao San, wanting to coax her over for a hug. Qin Xiuyuan had been away for over a month. Wang Shu looked down at the little monkey and shook his head, refusing to eat. "A few days ago, you wrote me saying you'd take people to build roads and bridges while the weather was good. You were on the road then, but I'm not sure now."

At the beginning of the year, generals were being reshuffled, and reports were practically piling up under his noses. Han Batian, who had been on the front lines for a long time, had gone from fighting every three days, then every five days, taking shortcuts through the mountains and digging tunnels through caves in Bazhou, to defending Sanguan City, where he was constantly cursing and complaining. He complained about being bored, his spear tips were rusting, his swords were useless, his hands were itching, and he felt uneasy all over. He wanted to leave the city to find someone to fight and see who was better.

I sent you private letters every day, expressing my deepest longing for the days in Bazhou when we chased each other and ran away, rolling up our blankets and using the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed...

This time he wanted to travel around the country and sort out military affairs. He kept his itinerary secret. Wangshu said vaguely, "I don't know when I'll be back."

The grandfather and grandson were playing together. Wangshu washed his hands and drank a bowl of beef porridge. Suddenly, someone hurried in. Xiaoqing came in happily and said, "Madam, the general is back!"

Speak of the devil, and Wangshu and his mother-in-law looked at each other and said, "You really can't talk about people!"

The curtain was lifted, and the armored general strode in. "What did you say about me?"

Wang came forward, holding Xiao San in her arms. "Hurry up and prepare some hot water for washing up!" She looked him up and down. "You're all covered in mud, Xiao San. Call me daddy."

Xiao San recognized the person. It was his father who had disappeared a while ago. He pouted and cried, "Woo woo!"

It was unbearable. Qin Xiuyuan hurried to the inner room to remove his armor and wash up. With his hair still wet, he took his crying little son and hugged him like a precious baby, comforting him, "Xiao San, be good and smile."

He turned around and asked, "Mom, why are you here?"

Water was still dripping from his hair. Wangshu pushed him down on a stool, took the cloth and wiped his hair, diverting his son's attention. "Xiao San, feed Daddy some dumplings."

Xiao San now grabbed the dumplings and stuffed them into her father's mouth, crying non-stop. She felt so wronged that her tears fell into the dumpling plate and were eaten by her father.

"Where's Xiaosi?"

When he learned that Xiao Si was not feeling well, he looked at Wang Shu eagerly. Wang Shu assured him, "He will fall asleep soon."

How could he bring her out to show him? Xiao San was hanging on him, and he couldn't get away, so he quickly coaxed his son, "Okay, Xiao San, be good, your sister is sleeping, and we need to be quiet and quiet."