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

Being a man may be fun, but it is really tiring.

The sky was bright. Wangshu, who had just woken up, quickly closed his eyes again, stretched his hands, and kicked aside the thin quilt he had tucked in. After a while, the bell rang and Xiaoqing led the others into the inner room.

"The general is in the pool with his mistresses."

The mistress's face was slightly pale, and she looked unwell. Xiaoqing understood and chose a narrow, gold-trimmed, hibiscus-embroidered dress. She then lightly selected her rouge and powder. "Madam, would you like to add some hibiscus makeup to your look today?"

"No." The makeup was tedious to put on. If you looked closely, it didn't stick to the skin. Layers of it were stuck on the face. After a day of eating and drinking, it looked like a wall that had been battered by wind, sand, rain and snow. It was unbearable to look at it closely.

She was confident enough, but Qin Xiuyuan had better eyesight and knew very well what she was like.

"In the afternoon, we'll go to the Pear Garden to listen to music and watch opera. Madam, please dress up diligently and outdo all the others."

Xiaoqing refused to give up. Lan Die, now pleasing the ladies, gradually gathered a troupe of performers, often composing new plays and dances for performances at the mansion. The troupe consisted mostly of young women, with pretty features and slender figures. They wore brightly colored red, green, and pink dresses with hollow waists, backs, and shoulders, and they chirped like a flock of butterflies...

Wangshu laughed at the maid's spirited advice. "They're in their prime, their voices like orioles, their bodies swaying like willows, and their skills are exquisite. This is their livelihood." Meanwhile, I'm old enough to be a grandmother here, so how could I possibly compete? My complexion is good today, and the weather is muggy. If I can't be bothered to put on powder, then I won't.

As they talked, snacks were served. Xiaoqing carefully picked out the tiny bones in the fish porridge, but she still didn't give up. "What are you talking about, Madam? I haven't seen a woman in the whole city of Chang'an who is more beautiful than you. You just hate the heat. When it gets hot, you become lazy and don't even want to look at those piles of cosmetics and jewelry boxes."

Haven't you seen any women in Chang'an who are more beautiful than her? Wangshu chuckled, "Hahaha, no need to! Usually when I go out, I see so many beautiful women and girls. You and Xiaolu should also talk to the maids at home and make some newer short-sleeved shirts so that they can be more convenient for daily activities. On their days off, they can dress more like Lan Die, which is really pleasing to the eye."

Xiao Qing blushed, and there was a hint of something indescribable in her expression, "Who wants to compete with Lan Die..."

After an incense stick of time, the master and servant sat leisurely along the corridor and the small bridge, watching the two little mud monkeys under the pond, one step deep and one step shallow. When they sank too deep, they would hold Qin Xiuyuan's thighs from time to time to pull themselves out, squatting down and feeling around in the pond for a long time. Since they had short arms and legs, they could only help to pick up a lotus root. But the man touched the lotus root and guided the brother and sister's hands one by one to explore. One of them could not hear, and the other could not speak clearly. The three of them made strange noises, and their bodies were covered with mud handprints and mud spots, looking silly.

There were quite a few harvests in the bamboo basket nearby, but they were scattered and broken into sections. It was obvious that the harvesting skills were not good.

"Shushu, come down."

The man waved to people.

Wangshu looked at the sky and said, "It's so hot, don't dig anymore. Xiaosan and Xiaosi's faces are getting red from the sun."

It took a long time before Qin fished out the three clay figures that had been released. Xiaolu and the nanny took the dolls back to bathe and feed them water. Qin Xiuyuan followed closely and tried to hold Wangshu's hand. He was covered in the smell of mud, and Wangshu, who couldn't hide in time, was chased back to the room by him.

Two large buckets of hot water were carried in, and soon a large man emerged, wiping his hair. As soon as he loosened his grip, a large handkerchief fell into Wangshu's hand...

With wet hair, his head tilted to one side.

"You're so lazy..." he said, picking up a towel and quickly wiping the man's hair. "Don't go digging lotus roots, you're like a clay figurine. The baby has been rubbed raw from bathing these past two days."

It's hot, and I love playing in the water. Now I take a bath twice a day and I'm so chapped that I don't want to come out.

Qin Xiuyuan was originally sitting with his legs crossed. When Wangshu let down his guard and walked over to him, he had just wiped his hair with a handkerchief twice when the man easily hugged the woman who was standing in front of him to wipe his hair around the waist, bent his legs, and knelt on his raised thighs. The hibiscus flower skirt of his woman's dress was folded obediently in his palm. Now, he could play with it from time to time.

"They're still young and can't settle down. They just jump into the pond right away. It's better to let them play until they're exhausted."

He did answer the question, and he was very comfortable, holding the snail girl firmly on his back.

Wangshu: ...If you have strength, you can do whatever you want.

"...dirty...the teacher is following..."

Xiao San should be enlightened, but this bastard runs away so fast every day. The poor teacher is just like a wet nurse, following behind him with a grunt, and occasionally scratching a word or two on the ground, thinking he is doing his best...

But Little Four loves to follow Little Three into holes and climb up and down, while the other little playmates behind him are really trying to learn from them...

Talking about these things about children's education was a bit nagging. Wangshu gave the man a look that showed a bit of tiredness. What she said was just the tip of the iceberg among the complicated matters.

"It's dirty, but you can still use it after washing it."

This is what Wangshu said when he saw him take a bath...

Qin Xiuyuan patted the woman's round buttocks lightly, measuring them in circles. "She's gained weight in several places recently." Qin Xiuyuan looked at what was in front of him, his hand hinting at something, and his lips curled up. "She needs to keep up the momentum."

You changed the subject so quickly!

Wangshu lost all his dignity and face after the man treated his old illness so cruelly and shamelessly. However, it did not have much impact on him. He drank more water, went hiking, and ate everything with relish. He did not control his diet and gained more weight.

"Stay put on your weight, you can't help yourself when you get to middle age. You gain weight quickly, and if you're not careful your waist will become two inches thinner."

There was some resentment in the words as they came out.

The child is still playing in the mud and sand, but the midlife crisis has come.

At my current age, I am almost reaching old age.

"Haha!" Qin Xiuyuan tilted his head. Wangshu changed the side of his hair and listened to his laughter. "You have been thin for half your life. You can't even stand in a strong wind. It's good to be a little fat now." Besides, people have nothing to do with being fat. She has been troubled by constipation in the past two years. She has been eating and drinking less and suffering a lot. She is just recovering now.

After listening to his analysis, Wangshu shook his head and retorted, "How can I say I've recovered? I'm almost as old as I was after giving birth to my third and fourth mistresses. I've recovered from before I got pregnant with them."

Qin Xiuyuan wouldn't listen to this twisted logic. A woman's health after giving birth was far better than her pre-pregnancy self. The more she couldn't leave him, the better.

She takes care of their litter during the day, and loves and hates him at night, crying and begging him. She never gets tired of watching the fairy change her clothes. If a wife is like this, what else can a husband ask for?

Just as I was thinking about it, someone knocked on the door and said cautiously, "General, Madam, General Qin Yi's ex-husband is here to make trouble."