1001. Chapter 1001 The Central Continent Rebellion 3
"What are you talking about? Of course I'm from the Bei family!"
"Our Bei family..." Bei Shuihan didn't react at first, but when he said this, he suddenly became alert, "You mean... it's impossible!"
"How is it impossible? My mother was only fifteen years old when she gave birth to me. They had already eaten and slept together before they got married. What's new about this?"
"So..." Bei Shuihan's eyebrows trembled slightly, "I'm going to be a grandfather?"
Mrs. Qingyou stood aside with a happy face, "Although Zi Tong is a little younger, this girl with her head and figure already looks like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old woman... Oh, no, I still have to give it to her.
She just needs to prepare some supplements."
Not caring about eating, she hurriedly ran down the steps and left quickly.
"I really can't hold my breath!" Bei Shuihan complained, turned around and walked back to the hall. He who seldom drank alcohol recently took the initiative to take the cup and poured himself a drink, "Grandpa?! Ha...these two little kids
They are all talented and intelligent people, and the combination of such high-quality bloodlines will definitely give birth to extraordinary people, and our Bei family will surely prosper forever from now on!"
Early the next morning, Zi Tong and Beichen got up early and walked around the city together.
It's the New Year's Eve, and the streets and alleys are decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. The shops selling all kinds of New Year's goods are also extremely rich in merchandise. The two of them wandered around for a day, and it was already dark when they returned to Beifuzhong.
When the two of them came back from strolling, a maid immediately brought them a prepared soup bowl.
"Young Madam, this is the soup that Madam specially ordered the kitchen to make for you."
"Okay, thank you for me, mother." Zi Tong happened to be thirsty, so she immediately came over and picked up the bowl. She almost vomited it out after just one sip, "This..."
"What's wrong?" Beichen looked over puzzled.
Zi Tong sniffed, smelled the soup, looked at the color, and couldn't help but chuckle.
She knew medicine and immediately guessed what was in it and what ingredients it contained.
"It seems that mother has misunderstood."
"What's the misunderstanding?"
Zi Tong pointed to the bowl in front of her, "All these are filled with tonics, and some of them are just for miscarriage..."
"Abortion?" Beichen just frowned after hearing this.
"Young Master!" A maid walked cautiously outside the hall, "The master of the house asked you to come over."
"We'll talk about it tomorrow if we have anything to do," Beichen said calmly.
"The master of the house is outside the courtyard gate," the maid said.
"Go over and take a look, maybe something is really wrong." Zi Tong said.
Beichen had no choice but to walk out of the hall and out of the courtyard, and saw Bei Shuihan standing at the foot of the steps.
"Father, what's wrong?" He walked over.
Bei Shuihan glanced around and hesitated for a while before saying, "Actually, there's nothing wrong, it's just... your mother insisted on letting me tell you... it's best for you and Zi Tong to sleep in separate rooms these days.
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Beichen turned around and left after hearing this.
"Hey, you stinky boy, your mother is doing the same..."
"I have my own sense of proportion!"
Beichen left only five words and disappeared inside the courtyard gate. Bei Shuihan cursed and had no choice but to leave.
Zi Tong stood on the steps, watching Beichen fall down, and just chuckled.
With her ears and eyes, Bei Shuihan's voice could not be hidden from her. Knowing that this was just a beautiful misunderstanding, she stood on the steps and laughed and teased him.
"Mr. sir, why don't we sleep in separate rooms tonight?"
"Don't even think about it!"
Beichen clasped his arms, held her in his arms, and flew upstairs.