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

The mistress hasn't left her room or shown up for three days.

The old doctor the general invited back was short and fond of smiling, with gray hair and a vigorous spirit. He went in and out several times. According to the prescription, he boiled three bowls of water into one bowl. The lying lady stared at the prescription, and only drank a few sips after making sure that there was nothing strange.

No matter what others think, as long as the person can drink a few sips, Xiaoqing will be able to help the person kneel down and feed him meat porridge.

"Ma'am, have two more bites."

Wangshu tilted his head on the lotus flower pillow, looking listless and listless.

As she moved, her clothes became loose and exposed her shoulders, revealing her collarbone and the scar on her right shoulder.

"Ma'am, you've lost too much weight recently."

In the past, people weren't fat, but they had some meat on their bones. Now, they're so thin that it's almost obvious. Yesterday, the old doctor was saying that gaining weight in middle age is a real blessing. When a fat person and a thin person get sick, the thin person usually gets sick faster, while the fat person not only loses weight but also recovers.

The mosquitoes were buzzing, and Wangshu closed his eyes.

"Shu Shu."

A big hand reached out and took the porridge. Xiaoqing quickly made way and watched the general press down on the bed and feed her mouthful by mouthful without any delay.

It's so magical. The general feeds the lady and she eats quietly and obediently.

Although his expression looks like he wants to stab someone with a knife.

"Xiaoqing is right, you're too thin." He paused, as if with a hint of regret, "...it's all collapsed."

Xiaoqing, who was about to score, covered her ears and rushed out, almost tripping. Wangshu finally responded, looking down at himself and then at the man, "Say it again."

A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. She is not old enough to collapse, and she hasn't collapsed yet! If he doesn't know what collapse is, he can get a few more slaps in the face to improve his brain!

If looks could cut through people, Qin Xiuyuan felt that he would have become a thousand-layer meat pie.

A true warrior is fearless like an eagle, and will not be afraid of any hardship to achieve his goal! Qin Xiuyuan gently encouraged himself and was about to open his mouth...

"Get a man who's not blind!"

Wangshu was so angry that he said something without thinking. Qin Xiuyuan immediately shut up and fed him porridge in silence.

Forget it, a warrior without a wife is called a bachelor.

"If you have the guts, say it again."

The woman did not let him go. She swallowed a mouthful of porridge and continued to provoke him.

He is courageous, but a truly courageous man has a tolerance that is beyond the reach of ordinary people, so he will not say it again that he tolerates his woman.

"Qin Xiuyuan, if I..."

The woman continued to lash out at him, and Qin Xiuyuan, sensing impending disaster, blurted out, interrupting her, "I was wrong!"

He looked at her, his words sincere, like a wolf with a big tail turning good, as sincere as it can be, with its tail well hidden, disguised as a rabbit, "I was just provoking her, Shushu."

The second half of the sentence will definitely harm one's own interests.

"hehe!"

The corners of her eyes never turned towards him at all.

Wangshu ate three meals a day without missing a single one, took a walk after meals, supervised his children's homework, took his mistress or second son out to inspect the store, went to bed early and got up early, was in good health, and was busy every day.

That day, Mingxi came down from the classroom, jumping and skipping with her high candied haws ponytail swinging. She was sweating all over, and her hair was soaked. She was about to go find her father. Qin Xiuyuan, who was holding his little son in open-crotch pants, and a group of generals had just finished their meeting and were walking through the study and the corridor bridge. When they turned a corner, a group of men saw the energetic little girl rushing towards the general.

"Daddy!" A clear and affectionate voice.

Qin Xiuyuan made a quick decision and turned his son towards Zhang San. He naturally took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, picked up his daughter with one hand and wiped her sweat. "Good girl!"

As soon as Guaiguai came out, a group of grown men: ... their bodies felt numb.

"Mingxi, you're sweating so much, you should wipe it off first. What if you get a cold from the wind?"

Qin Xiuyuan carried her out. Mingxi leaned on her father, feeling embarrassed, but reluctant to get down. She weakly responded, "I'm afraid it's too late, Daddy will go out."

If you can catch your dad at home who goes out, you can go out with him. The most important thing after class every day is to catch your dad.

Others don’t know that at this time every day, Qin Xiuyuan would check the handkerchief on his cuff, ready for Yun Xiaomingxi to rush over and ask him whether he was going out at any time.

"Dad, are you going out today?"

Before he could answer, a young man came running over quickly and densely. He was wearing a short linen shirt that was tight on his hands and feet. His hair was tied up in a small bun on the top of his head, and the rest of his forehead was shaved bald, which was very unique.

"Dad! Daddy! Daddy!"

Howled three times in a row, full of energy!

Our bodies and hair are given by our parents, and we dare not damage them.

Of course, there is no such nonsense when it comes to their mother Ji Wangshu. She just cuts her own hair from time to time, and her children's hairstyles are even more jaw-dropping.

As a mother, she can do whatever is comfortable and convenient for her children. She has the final say on their food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Qin Xiuyuan has been carrying his mistress in open-crotch pants these days. He always subconsciously uses his palm to cover his son Xiaofang's privacy when he is screaming and wanting to jump around. He also pulls his little daughter's shorts and T-shirt up longer without saying a word of objection.

So when faced with his eldest son's 90% monk-like hair and 10% sky-high braids, he was also patient and wiped his sweat. He said to his noisy son, "How do you, as a junior, do in front of so many generals?"

Yun Xiao and Ming Xi stood side by side, bowing their hands in a dignified manner. The only people who could come to the study in the mansion were a few familiar faces, and a group of generals who were defending the city and charging into battle quickly became friends with them.

Qin Yunxiao loved the hustle and bustle the most. Knowing that his father was not going out today, he shouted to the generals who were leaving to go to the martial arts room to learn his spear and boxing skills. He flew up and down and kicked left and right.

The child has an extraordinary talent for martial arts. He was taught by a famous teacher and worked hard since childhood. He enjoyed learning and was encouraged by his mother. He did not practice lifting heavy tripods or rocks, but focused on dexterity and speed. He had strong skills in his hands and feet, and he flew and kicked with a firm expression. Every move he made was well-produced.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

After a set of punches, everyone cheered loudly. Zhang San picked the man up and said, "Well done!"

"Tiger father has no dog son!"

"There isn't a single coward among the Jingzhou army, and each generation is stronger than the last!"

Qin Yunxiao grinned. He had grown rapidly in the past two years and was still like a child outside the martial arts room. He liked to be praised, loved to eat meat, and was very childish.

"Thank you Uncle Zhang for the compliment. Yun Xiao still needs to work harder!"

Qin Xiuyuan saw that his son still had a little bit of modesty on his face, his nostrils still looking up to the sky as always, and shook his head. The child in his arms watched his brother spread his feathers like a peacock, and followed his movements of dance, rubbing his fat legs against his brother's body. He was also an active child.

A sense of pride arose from within him, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly. This was his son, full of vitality, proficient in both literature and martial arts.

No wonder my son’s nose is looking up. If I weren’t old, I probably wouldn’t be able to help it either!