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

Over there, mother and son are reminiscing about old times under the moon.

Wangshu racked his brains but couldn't come up with any foolproof plan that would both cultivate his children's nature and ensure safety.

"Madam won't punish them this time?"

Xiaoqing checked the sanitary napkins in the drawer on the couch. They were clean, dry and soft, and there were exactly twenty of them.

The evening breeze blew in through the window, attracting people to look at the moon that was shining brightly on the earth tonight.

The mistress pulled up the light-colored, deep-V-neck thick dress that had fallen off her shoulders and neck. The dress was thin and breathable, fitting her perfectly. The curves of her body were clearly visible. Her skin was fair, and it had the delicate quality of someone who had lived a life of luxury, untouched by the wind and sun, and had escaped the vicissitudes of time. She had her own alluring charm.

He also has a very clever mind.

"What's the punishment? Look at those two wet nurses who were originally plump and plump. In just a short while, they've been stretched thin by a pair of horsemen. They're like grown girls."

She was not too old originally, but now she wears a short tight bun every day, following me around, taking 10,000 to 20,000 steps a day, and she is always worried. Once she loses weight, she becomes much more beautiful.

It’s really not these people’s fault that the mistress got into trouble today.

Wangshu himself couldn't even last a quarter of an hour, but Xiaosan and Xiaosi were like national-level athletes with ADHD, able to walk all day long, making people dizzy and weak, without even taking a breath...

"That's true. But it's a good thing for them to be able to stop being wet nurses and become nannies." Xiaoqing knew a lot about these things. Being a wet nurse for many years would cause great wear and tear, and the women would age in just a few years due to staying up late.

It is said that an old imperial physician of the previous dynasty had advised the imperial concubine who remained in favor despite giving birth many times. Since then, most of the powerful women in Chang'an would not breastfeed their children themselves. Although there is no conclusion yet, experience shows that wet nurses are indeed the group of women who age the fastest.

However, because they have been raised by wet nurses for a long time, many young masters are closer to their wet nurses and less close to their biological mothers.

Fortunately, the lady herself was willing to breastfeed the children. The eldest young master and the young lady were weaned early, so the wet nurse only played a supporting role and left the house early. When the young master and the young lady were born, these two heartless little people hardly ever stayed with people, but only took people for walks.

Xiaoqing thought about it and reminded Xiaolu to observe more.

"How many days will it take me?"

A familiar feeling of restlessness enveloped his heart, and his lips became dry. Wangshu took the bamboo water cup and drank half of it in one gulp.

"It should be here in the next two days."

Xiaoqing observed the abnormality of the mistress's body and calculated the date, "I'm afraid the lady will have a severe period this month."

That's right. Wangshu leaned back in the rocking chair, took a deep breath, and felt extremely unhappy for no reason. His body was physically uncomfortable all over, more unbearable than before. "It's so uncomfortable!" He had a vague feeling that he was going to bleed profusely.

After saying this, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes for some reason.

Yes, and she cries easily! Even more sentimental than Lin Daiyu burying flowers.

Xiaoqing was worried about why the general hadn't come back yet. It was okay for him to go out when he was needed, but he finally came back this month. It was time for them to rest and enjoy their love. There was no need to rush back to his room to work!

I didn’t know someone was waiting!

Just as she was complaining in her heart, someone came in through the bead curtain. Xiaoqing breathed a sigh of relief, it's good that they're back!

Qin Xiuyuan didn't know the maid was complaining about him being passive, but as soon as he entered the room, he found the woman with half a string of tears hanging down her face. She bent down and wiped them away with her fingers. The thin layer of thick clothes was like the clear sky after the rain. The majestic and undulating mountains were clearer and higher than before the rain. A pair of red mushrooms facing each other across the ravines shot towards the horizon, supporting the lichen...

For several days, he was happy but also a little worried.

"Let the old man come and see you tomorrow. You're terribly bloated and gassy."

It wasn't just bloating; Wangshu felt like his entire body was bloating, swelling, and clamoring for power to suppress it...

It's okay during the day, but I feel most restless before going to bed at night.

Putting his hand on his eye, he said, "Please stay home a few more days this time. I feel so bad."

As he spoke, he couldn't control his emotions like a child, his voice became distorted and he choked with sobs of grievance.

"Okay. If you're not feeling well, I definitely won't leave yet. Why are you feeling so uncomfortable this time?"

Wangshu grabbed his hair and shook his head. He felt like a river blocked by ice before the coming of the ice flood. "It's uncomfortable everywhere."

"Did the mistress rush in tonight and hurt you?"

The man pulled the person and guided them to open the wardrobe. Wangshu leaned against him helplessly and asked, "Doesn't this suit look good on me?"

Deep V-neck, just a thin layer all over the body, can't cover anything...

"The skirt is too long and has too much fabric. This is for Xiaoqing to see."

Fallacy.

Men choose one suit after another. The shorter the skirt, the better, the tighter the better, the less fabric the better, and thinner the straps are best.

"You mentioned having multiple husbands today, but I noticed you already have a wife at home. You put this dress on for her to see before showing it to me, and I was lining up behind her..."

What nonsense! Wangshu leaned against him, raised her hands and stood on tiptoe. From the contact of their skin, an endless stream of heat flowed, like heating magma about to erupt. But the volcano still needed a trigger...

"Your group of dancers are the same. They only have eyes for you and choreograph their movements just to please you..."

It's getting more and more outrageous.

Wangshu climbed onto him, his big hands tying the knot flexibly behind her, and with a little force, tightening the tie. Does he really like tying sandbags so much and never get tired of it?

Let Xiaoqing buy a cabinet tomorrow.

"If you put it that way, weren't all the eyes of the thousands of soldiers on the battlefield looking at you during the battle? They only looked at you, only tried to please you, only tried to win your favor... Hiss, Xiuyuan, even if you're a dying old flower, be gentle!"

Now it was Qin Xiuyuan's turn to be confused for the second time, "You are Lao Hua, what am I, Lao Mu Kun?"

"Pfft!"

Not to the point of not being able to, “If it were a delicate flower, why wouldn’t you pity it?”

"You dare to be so frank in front of me and think about the thousands of soldiers in the barracks, and I can't be so angry that my hands are shaking?"

"Okay, okay, everyone in the world only sees me as my husband..."

"Don't even think about it in this life... You're not the eldest princess with a whole courtyard of lovers..."

Why is it becoming increasingly difficult to appease?

"She's looking for a yard just to pan for gold in the sand, but I don't need that. I have gold bars..."

"Do you like this gold bar?"

“…” General Huang, who was flying the plane, was once again outmaneuvered.

"Let me see how much you like this gold bar..."

De, de, de. The dressed-up delicate flower was adorned with only two black ropes, and then she put on her plain pajamas, clearly black and white, with just the right amount of tightness. She held onto the edge of the table with one hand, and as she turned around, she touched her dry lips with her middle finger, swirling it inside to get some water to alleviate the drought. The drought was severe, and the little water she had was far from enough. Her hardworking middle finger carried water again and again to alleviate the drought...

The belt around her waist was not tied to begin with, and at this moment, someone grabbed her and dragged her over. The beauty groaned and fell into the hands of a passing bandit. Then, the two of them lost their breath and stopped bickering with each other.