Ah Si heard this from the side, but couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked: "We just got married? But my grandmother told me that the Marquis already has two sons and one daughter, one of whom is an adopted son, who is a famous general of the Great Zhou Dynasty
General Chen Jingting, how did you get married?"
Yuan Qingling coughed and signaled Ah Si not to ask these questions. This was really rude. Could it be that Ah Si didn't know about filling a house?
Ah Si knew he was being rude, so he mumbled, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake."
But Aunt Zhu Pei smiled generously, "It doesn't matter, it's not a secret. The son and daughter were not born to me. I am his stepmother."
Ah Si nodded, "That's it."
She felt a little ashamed and said, "Sister Yuan, I'll go out and ask someone to bring over some more tea."
"Go." Yuan Qing said. She also stood up, held her belly and walked two steps. After sitting for a long time, her waist almost broke.
She moved her hands behind her to rub her waist, but found that she was so clumsy that she couldn't even go back.
Aunt Zhu Pei stood up, helped her sit down on the stool, and said: "Your waist must not be able to support such a big belly. It will be uncomfortable to sit or lie down for a long time. I will rub it for you. Don't worry, I will
This technique will not touch other acupoints, nor will it harm your child."
"This...how do I have the nerve to ask you to rub it for me? It's really rude." Yuan Qingling said quickly.
"No nonsense, the emperor is as powerful as a pregnant woman, and no one can be as cruel as a pregnant woman."
As she spoke, she turned around and pulled a small stool over to sit behind Yuan Qingling. She slowly opened her hands and pressed them against Yuan Qingling's back. She rubbed her ten fingers slowly, falling together.
One light and one heavy, her fingers were very dexterous, and they landed on the places where Yuan Qingling felt sore and painful.
After just rubbing it for a while, Yuan Qingling suddenly felt that the soreness and pain in her waist had disappeared greatly. This feeling was really wonderful.
"I didn't bring a needle, otherwise I would give you two injections and the effect would be better." Aunt Zhu Pei said with a smile.
"Do you know how to acupuncture?" Yuan Qingling asked curiously.
Aunt Zhu Pei helped her stand up and said: "It's better for you. You can take two steps slowly. You can't walk for too long. Take two steps occasionally to let the blood flow. Then you have to sit quietly or rest in bed. You sit down today."
It’s been a while.”
She helped Yuan Qingling lie down on the imperial concubine's chair. Yuan Qingling felt that the support on her waist was enough. She hadn't felt such a relaxed feeling for a long time. She couldn't help but said: "If Madam can stay in the palace for a longer time,
That’ll be fine.”
Aunt Zhu Pei said with a smile: "There is a horse that is going to be selected back to Dazhou soon. After the selection is completed, I will come to stay for a few more days. However, it may be the time when the princess is giving birth."
Yuan Qingling looked at her deeply, "I'll wait for you, Madam. Please remember to come."
"Princess, sincerely punch, I will definitely come!" Aunt Zhu Pei smiled heartily.
Yuan Qingling looked at her, her eyes gradually relaxed.
After Jiang Ninghou and his wife left, Yuan Qingling seemed to relax, and even her breathing became smoother than ever before.
When he lay down at night, Yu Wenhao noticed it and asked: "You seem to be very happy. What did you say to Mrs. Jiangninghou?"
"Some big things, very important things." Yuan Qingling said happily.
"What's the big deal?" Yu Wenhao looked at her sideways and moved outside. She was taking up so much space recently, and she took up half the bed when she lay down.
"Don't ask about important things for women, such as giving birth and breastfeeding. My feet are a little cramped. Please help me rub them."
Yu Wenhao jumped up and rushed towards her. He only had two legs that allowed him to dare to use force. Now he didn't dare to use force when kissing her forehead, for fear that the chain reaction would hurt other places.
Nine months later, we have entered the countdown to production.