Shen Mingsong was not happy. Their concubines and concubines were all flowers and trees. Why should Aunt He's son be called Lou? Isn't this almost the same as his legitimate son Shen Mingtang?
He couldn't help but snorted, and Shen Can glanced at him with sharp eyes.
Shen Mingsong quickly shut up and didn't dare to say a word, for fear that he would drive him away and lock him up again, and he would not be able to go out at will.
Everyone gave Shen Minglou gifts and congratulated him on getting a name.
Mrs. Chu also gave birth to a son not long ago. She was holding him and talking and laughing with Aunt He, which made Mrs. Liu snort in anger.
Mrs. Chu ignored her and asked Shen Mingtang, "Mingtang, where is the pearl?"
Shen Mingtang's expression darkened, "Back to aunt, my sister had another attack a few days ago. She has been a little weak these days and is lying in the house."
Everyone sighed.
Mrs. Chu sighed: "No matter what, as long as we can save our lives, let's recover slowly. Mingzhu is still young and will be well. At least, she is a lot clearer now and can recognize people. That's all." Your Highness, King Yan, is amazing."
It is said that being sick in childhood is not considered a disease, as long as you take care of yourself, you will be cured. Shen Mingzhu has not yet reached the age of hair and her body has not yet developed well, so there is always a chance.
Moreover, under Xiao Xian's treatment, Shen Mingzhu can now recognize people and speak normally. However, if she has an attack, she will still be confused and unable to recognize people.
Mrs. Liu raised her eyebrows and interjected: "Fourth brother and sister, Mingzhu is not a child anymore. Only six or seven-year-old girls can be raised well."
Although she didn't say it explicitly, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that she looked like she wished Shen Mingzhu would die soon.
Shen Can frowned and glanced at Mrs. Liu. Mrs. Liu curled her lips and immediately turned to talk to the old lady.
"Mom, I asked someone to invite the little opera singers from the Duke of Song Dynasty's mansion to sing a few songs for you. If they sound good, we can invite them here often to entertain you."
The old lady hummed, hugged Shen Ming'an and gave him the morning cherries without even looking at Aunt He.
On the surface, everyone seemed to be harmonious, but soon the group of little actors went down, and then came up two oboe players who made the old lady laugh, and then another player who talked about storytelling.
Everyone was waiting for the next show, and suddenly the curtains were hung around the stage. They were all stunned, thinking that there was some kind of grand finale.
Slowly, the two curtains in front rose up, and everyone saw that it was filled with mist. In the mist, a crystal-clear and peerless white lotus bloomed brightly.
Everyone on the table exclaimed, the white lotus was so realistic, it didn't look fake, but it was impossible for lotus to bloom in this season, so there were white lotus in full bloom here, it was simply amazing.
Just when everyone was surprised, the clear sound of the piano came from around again. It was like the sound of nature. It was ethereal and ethereal, making people feel that the piano master was also an immortal who did not eat the fireworks of the world. Those present could not help but stretch their necks to see. get more.
At this time, I saw a graceful figure dancing slowly in the white mist. She was wearing white gauze and light clothes, and her movements were full of charm.
She is like a flying fairy from heaven, extremely agile, and her soft waist can be seen when she is jumping around.
The curtains all rose, and a gentle breeze blew slowly through the white mist. Then the white mist slowly receded, revealing the true appearance of the fairy in white.
Everyone couldn't wait to see her face, but they only saw her face covered with white gauze.
