Wu Meiniang held back her laughter: "Yes, yes, how dare a little girl not listen to what the husband has to say? But let me tell you, who else's eldest daughter and daughter-in-law are not sure whether they will come or not. There is a street to the east.
The youngest daughter of the Lin family, who is in charge of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, is definitely coming... Geez, oh my, our Erlang is really charming, and the little girl is so smitten that she even disregards her reserve and asks for his hand in marriage... Ouch, don't pinch me...
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Fang Jun became angry from embarrassment. He turned over and put his hand on the soft flesh under Wu Meiniang's ribs, and said angrily: "How dare you say it again?"
The director of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, surnamed Lin, has a shoehorn face, like the Changbai Mountain. His little girl is twenty-eight years old this year. She looks like her father, and she is also mentally retarded... not very stupid, but just a little bit...
He was short-sighted and somehow fell in love with Fang Jun. He refused to eat or drink at home and made a lot of noise, so he had to marry her.
His father, Mr. Lin, had no choice but to go to Fang Xuanling's house to explain his daughter's feelings to Fang Xuanling. He also stated that as long as Fang Jun was willing to take his daughter as his concubine, he would give her a painting by Gu Changkang passed down from his family's family as a dowry.
This person is quite scheming, knowing that the Fang family is not short of money. Fang Jun's official position is several levels higher than his, and his power is greater than him. As long as he invests in Fang Xuanling's favor.
It has to be said that this person is very close to Fang Xuanling. The father has full control over his son's concubinage. He doesn't lose anything by giving his son a concubine, but he can get back a painting by Gu Changkang.
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Fang Xuanling's heart was moved.
Dang even called Fang Jun home from Jingzhao Mansion to mention the matter to Fang Jun...
Fang Jun was still puzzled and asked who was Gu Changkang? Are his paintings valuable?
As a result, Fang Xuanling was so angry that she ignored the fact that Fang Jun was Jing Zhaoyin and slapped him with a feather duster...
This incident became a joke in the government.
Later, Fang Jun found out that Gu Changkang was Gu Kaizhi, who was known as the "three masters" of painting, writing and obsession... No wonder his father was tempted and wanted to get the painting even if he had to sell his son.
But how can Fang Jun agree? It's not that Fang Jun discriminates against disabled people, but no one is willing to marry such a woman home, right?
In the end, Mrs. Lu came forward to give Fang Xuanling a good scolding, and then Fang Xuanling, who was itching to be scratched, gave up.
Now that Wu Meiniang mentioned this matter, how could Fang Jun not become angry?
"Geez... I don't want to scratch my itch. It's not okay if I'm wrong? I won't tell you anymore. Please spare me... Oops, I have a stomachache..."
This trick is extremely effective, even begging for a long time is not as good as this sentence.
Fang Jun quickly let go, put his hand against Wu Meiniang's swollen abdomen, and asked nervously: "Did you touch it? Is it possible that the fetal air moved?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as the palm of her hand was placed on Wu Meiniang's belly through her clothes, she felt a small bulge suddenly appear under the round belly...
Fang Jun suddenly retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted, his face turned pale with fright, and he shouted: "Mr. Zhong, hurry up and find the doctor! Mei Niang, how do you feel? Come on, come on, just lie down, don't move."
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Wu Meiniang stroked her belly with one hand and supported Fang Jun's shoulder with the other, laughing so hard that she almost lost her breath...
Fang Jun said angrily: "You're still laughing? Oh, my aunt Di, can you stop laughing? Lie down quickly, I just touched a hard thing, and it was gone in an instant. If there is fetal gas, it will be over...
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"Ouch, you're laughing so hard... Mr. Lang, can you stop being so cute?" Wu Meiniang smiled so hard that her branches trembled, her beautiful eyes were as wide as silk when she smiled.
Fang Jun's face darkened and he said angrily: "Is this a joke? I really touched it just now..."
"Alas, look, look, he's moving again!"
Wu Meiniang let out a soft cry of joy, took Fang Jun's big hand and put it into her lapel, covering her belly.
Fang Jun was trembling with fear. First his palm touched the warm and delicate skin, and then... his palm was moved by a small bump on his belly, and then disappeared.
Is this...the fetus moving?
In his two lifetimes, Fang Jun had never had such an experience, and he was immediately at a loss.
Pregnancy and childbirth are just a process of giving birth to life. Before, it was an abstract and objective impression. However, now that I feel the signs of life in person, the impact is really overwhelming for a man who has never experienced it before.
So shocking!
"I...am going to be a father?" Fang Jun murmured to himself.
Although Princess Gaoyang and Wu Meiniang were pregnant for a long time and were about to give birth, Fang Jun had never been too touched. Feeling the occasional rhythm in the palm of his hand, he felt a little ecstatic, a little confused, and a little... timid...
This is an experience that has never existed, which means that from now on, two little lives connected by his blood will come to this world.
Fang Jun suppressed the throbbing in his heart, slowly leaned down, lifted up Wu Meiniang's clothes, revealing her smooth and smooth bulging belly, put his ear to it, and listened attentively.
"Plop" "Plop"
In fact, how could he hear the fetal heartbeat at this time? But it was probably a psychological effect. He felt that the thumping thumping sound could be heard clearly in his ears...
Wu Meiniang curled up her mouth, her beautiful jade face smiled gently, and the beauty that bloomed was touching. Looking at Fang Jun's expression as if he had found a treasure, cherishing it, there was only gentle sweetness and overflowing pride in her heart.
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It's great to be able to give birth to children to the man you love...
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If you had not experienced environmental pollution, genetic modification, and waste oil in the 21st century, you would probably not believe that in that so-called era of medical prosperity, one out of every seven couples in the world would be infertile...
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Very incredible data.
And a situation that is often ignored by people is that for every normal pregnancy, one in four will have an unfortunate miscarriage...
But there are still so many babies being born every day, and there are still so many children running around in the streets. Combined with the data, it is really incredible. Shouldn't humans be extinct?
However, the fact is that no matter how troubled the earth is, no matter how much mankind commits suicide, the sun will still rise as usual...
The sun rises and the moon sets, birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of nature.
It is natural to be happy when a new life is born, but there is no need to be too sad when a loved one dies...
Changsun Wuji also understands this truth, but it’s just that the incident happened to him, and it was his own son who died violently, so how can he feel relieved?
After returning to the mansion, Changsun Wuji took a bath and changed clothes, then came to the mourning hall. He had not slept all night, and had slept in the open air. His body was still extremely tired, but his spirit was in a strangely excited state, without feeling sleepy at all.
Changsun Wuji knew that this was not a good sign, but the Changsun family was in turmoil at the moment, and there was no room for him to breathe. Here lay a legitimate son, who would be buried in a few days; there was another legitimate son over there who was on the run, and he didn't know whether he could free himself.
Take the road from Hanzhong to Shu and escape from death...
"Isn't Erlang here?"
Changsun Wuji was a little unhappy when he saw that there were only a few young concubines in the mourning hall, but Changsun Huan was not seen. His face was gloomy and his complexion was ugly.
The person in charge of organizing the funeral was an old man in the family. He was very virtuous and respected. Naturally, he had no fear of Changsun Wuji. After hearing this, he said: "The auxiliary machine does not need to be too harsh. Erlang traveled a long distance to the funeral. After arriving in Beijing last night, he arranged many matters.
He didn't rest for even a moment. Seeing that he was too tired, I ordered him to take a nap in the backyard."
Changsun Wuji could only nod his head in a muffled voice, knelt down in front of the soul, added sesame oil to the everlasting lamp with his own hands, lit three incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner.
It stands to reason that after the death of a son, there is really no rule of parent-child vigil for the father. The eldest grandson's family has prosperous heirs and countless brothers, nephews, so naturally the funeral will not be deserted.
But Changsun Wuji felt guilty...
Although Changsun Chong never admitted it, and Changsun Wuji never dared to ask, he actually still believed in his heart that the murderer of Changsun Dan was most likely Changsun Chong. Liulang was in his prime, but he was poisoned by his brother and passed away with hatred.
This father cannot kill his enemies to avenge his son...
This torture was like a poisonous snake gnawing at his heart, making him miserable.
He rubbed his temples, calmed down, and then one of his confidants came forward to report to him the situation in the morning.
Changsun Wuji listened quietly, with a calm expression showing no emotion or anger. However, if you pay close attention, you will find that his cheeks are constantly moving and his temples are pouting and bulging...
After hearing this, Changsun Wuji remained silent for a moment, called a servant, and said, "Go and call Erlang. I have something to ask him."
He had too many things to ask Changsun Huan about "Dong Datang Company".
When the servant turned around to look for Changsun Huan, Changsun Wuji remembered something again and turned around and asked the elder of the clan: "Have you ever heard of the allusion about oranges?"