"Bah, you damn boy," the father and mother, who were originally beaming, looked embarrassed after hearing this. The father, who was picking his feet, picked up the shoe at hand and threw it at his son who spoke freely. "How dare you amuse me?"
My mother also scolded me: "When I go out, I won't be home for two days. When I come back, I will make my mother angry."
"Hey, why are you making dad and mom angry? Our Lao Wang family is prosperous, that's a good thing." Wang Xian smiled and avoided his dad's smelly shoes, "It also means that dad and mom are in good health."
With the shamelessness of Mr. and Mrs. Wang, his face turned red when his son teased him. Wang Gui on the side quickly spoke to save the situation: "Second brother, it is not your parents who can bring a child to our family."
"Oh, there's also eldest brother." Wang Xian had already realized something, and he was panicking for no reason. He was afraid that he had guessed wrong, so he started talking nonsense: "I finally have a sister-in-law again."
Yinling beside him chuckled and said, "Second brother, after all that, why don't you think about yourself? Are you not considered a member of the Wang family?"
"I..." Wang Xian was speechless.
"Isn't it that my second sister-in-law is ill? I asked the doctor to take a look, but the diagnosis was that she has a happy pulse." Yin Ling's little mouth said, "But to be cautious, we also invited the imperial physician from the palace who diagnosed the empress.
After looking at it, I am sure that my sister-in-law is already two and a half months pregnant." As she spoke, tears burst from the corners of Yin Ling's eyes, her little nose twitched and she said, "Congratulations, second brother, you are finally going to be a father."
Yes, finally, it has been two years since Wang Xian and Lin Qing'er got married. The family has been looking forward to them having a child, but there has been no movement in the past two years. My mother couldn't hold it back and began to seek medical advice everywhere. Lin Qing'er
Such a well-educated and sensible woman shed countless tears secretly because of this incident. Although Wang Xian had been carefree and seemed not to care, she was just pretending because she was afraid that Lin Qing'er would be under too much pressure.
"You brat, what are you talking about?" I finally found a chance to retaliate, and nodded hard on his forehead and said, "You've become a father and you still don't have a proper appearance."
"Oh, ah, yes." Wang Xian's determination to kill was all thrown away to the Kingdom of Java. When he came to his senses, he ran back, "I'm going to see Qing'er."
"Be gentle with your hands and feet, she just took medicine and fell asleep," my mother shouted loudly from behind.
Without his mother's instructions, Wang Xian quietly stepped into the east courtyard where he and Lin Qing'er lived. The courtyard was quiet, and the orange light revealed the warmth of home. He walked on the gravel road full of bright moonlight.
Wang Xian could clearly hear his heart beating wildly. It had never beat so hard in Jiulongkou or Taiyuan City.
He gently opened the thick curtain and slowly pushed the door open, fearing to make any noise. Wang Xian tiptoed into the room, and saw the extremely sleepy little Jasmine, sitting by the stove little by little.
I almost pressed my face against the hot kettle.
Wang Xian hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold her little face, thus avoiding the tragedy of disfigurement. Yu She felt that she was in a daze, her chin had been touched lightly, and she was about to scream but her mouth was covered. She opened her eyes in horror.
When he opened his eyes, he realized that it was a high-ranking official of his own family. He immediately softened and gave up resistance.
Wang Xian made a silent gesture, let her go and said, "Where is Madam?"
Jade Musk replied in a low voice: "I just fell asleep."
"I'll go in and take a look." Wang Xian grinned at her and said, "Go to bed and sleep. If you keep watching the stove, your face will be burned."
"I" Yu She then understood that the official had rescued her just now, and I couldn't help but feel happy and a little disappointed.
Wang Xian ignored the pretty maid's little thoughts, opened the door curtain and quietly entered the back room, which was the couple's bedroom. He saw the moonlight shining through the thick window paper, shining on the boudoir tent, and also on the pink quilt and silk pillows.
The porcelain-like face of Lin Qing'er, who was lying quietly in the middle, was so quiet and soft.
Wang Xian stood by the bed, his breathing became very soft. He looked at his sleeping wife, and his eyes were filled with scenes that seemed like fleeting time.
That year, he woke up from a coma and was stumbling hard in the hospital when he met for the first time this weak Jiangnan girl who came to apologize. Although it was not her fault, and it was not the first time Wang Xian saw her... Actually
When he was still the second rogue, shamelessly blackmailing and pestering Miss Lin, who was solely responsible for the family business, he was already having wild dreams, in which a toad ate swan meat...
That year, he got on a awning boat with her to Shaoxing, broke into He Yuanwai's manor with her, and fought desperately to change that damn fate.
That year, her family was wronged, but they had changed. The family decided to move to Suzhou and start over. At that moment, he understood that her beauty had been deeply planted in his heart. He chased her to the pier and chased her out.
After arriving outside the city, he failed to catch up with the passenger ship that was sailing away, and finally lost his footing and fell into the mud. However, when he accepted the end of not seeing each other again and returned home in a mess, he saw her standing pretty in the small courtyard.
, spring returns to the earth in an instant, and everything revives
After that, everything seemed to fall into place, and the splendor finally returned to calm. There was no earth-shattering, no parting or death, just life flowing quietly with the years, only admiring the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, boating on the West Lake, reading on a snowy night, and adding fragrance to the red sleeves...those warm and sweet things.
Small scenes that are not surprising, like the waves stirred by the river of time, disappear before your eyes in the blink of an eye, but they will remain in your heart forever.
Looking at his sleeping wife, Wang Xian had the urge to cry. He came from the future, like an unruly wild horse, despising all the authority in this world and trampling on the inherent cage. It is difficult to control the people in this world.
Completely treating him as a flesh-and-blood person like himself. He always feels that he is playing a game. Once he wakes up, he will say goodbye to this world, so he just wants to grab, but he doesn't know how to cherish, and even takes it with him.
A wife's tolerance should be indulged... Only at this moment, looking at his wife lying there quietly and thinking about the little thing in her belly, did Wang Xian realize that he was totally wrong.
It turns out that I am not a passerby, not an audience, not a player, but a living person living in the Ming Dynasty, and Lin Qing'er is not an ancient person, not an actor, not a doll, but my wife who is connected by blood and lives together.
Wang Xian couldn't help but burst into tears. He regretted that he had neglected her in the past, was glad that he still had a lot of time with her, and was even more excited that the two of them finally had the fruit of love...
At this time, his hand was held, which was cold and smooth. Lin Qing'er opened her picturesque autumn eyes and looked at her husband with tears in her eyes.
"Madam, I..." Wang Xian wiped away his tears and was about to say something when he saw Lin Qing'er shaking her head and moving inside. Wang Xian lay down with his clothes on and shared the pillow with his wife, looking at the ceiling of the tent.
The two of them just held hands and lay quietly without saying anything, letting the memories flow quietly and understanding each other. Silence was better than sound at this time...
After all calculations, the child in Lin Qing'er's belly should have been conceived by Wang Xian before he returned from Hangzhou and went to Shanxi. It was just because Lin Qing'er was already weak, and she traveled too much in her early years and lost too much energy and blood, so she had her period.
It only came once every two months, and she still didn't find it. And this was the reason why she had difficulty getting pregnant...Who knew that the little thing she had been longing for would arrive quietly.
Wang Xian thought about how he took his mother and daughter to the lantern market and experienced such crowding and confusion on Yuqian Street.
"The doctor has seen it and said that the pulse is very stable and the little one is very healthy." Lin Qing'er was also very frightened, but she could not make Wang Xian feel guilty more. Instead, she smiled and said: "This shows that our child is blessed with great fortune.
If you are big, you will have great potential in the future."
"I hope..." Wang Xian smiled bitterly and touched his nose. Hearing what Sister Lin said, he wanted to have a son. He thought it would be good to have a daughter. But he would definitely not say it out loud, as that would be looked down upon by his wife.
He has a crow's mouth. He caressed his wife's still flat belly lovingly, and said softly: "You still can't be careless. Carefully take care of her for a month, and then increase your activities after the dangerous period."
"What is a dangerous period?" Lin Qing'er asked puzzledly.
"In the first three months, the baby still can't sit firmly. Although this baby is quite resistant to tossing, it's better to be careful." Wang Xian scratched his head. He had not yet become a father, so he could only tell what he heard: "I'll ask the doctor later.
Come for a consultation every few days to make sure nothing goes wrong."
While Wang Xian was talking here, he suddenly thought of Baoyin who was determined to return to the grassland. He couldn't help but feel a little dazed. When he heard that Baoyin was pregnant, he was also ecstatic, but in the end because of the impending war, he was uneasy and not as good as he is today.
Moreover, the reason why Baoyin insists on returning to the grassland is probably because he did not let her go to the capital, but to Datong? Alas, thinking of the windy and snowy prairie, Baoyin was a pregnant woman living in a leaky place.
In the snowy yurt, Wang Xian felt guilty. One more woman means one more debt. It’s really your own fault.
Lin Qing'er noticed her husband's mood and said softly: "Spring is about to begin. Bring sister Baoyin to the capital. After all, the conditions here are much better than those on the grassland. We can be companions together."
"Yeah." Wang Xian nodded. He should have done this a long time ago. He has to take on the responsibility of a man. Thinking of this, he felt guilty again. What if that little girl Baoyin refuses? I'm afraid I can't go there myself.
No one can pick her up, right? But he has just taken over Beizhen Fusi, how can he leave the capital in such a short time?
"As long as the official agrees, the official is busy with business now, so there is no need to worry about these things." Lin Qing'er held his hand and said softly: "Let me make the arrangements."
"Uh..." Wang Xian glanced at Lin Qing'er, his eyes were a little strange. It seemed that his wife's energy was much greater than he thought. But then he thought about it, it was normal. Most of the brothers and guards around him had followed him.
Coming from Zhejiang, these people regard Lin Qing'er as their mistress. In order to maintain her status, they will actively provide her with information and are happy to be sent by her.
"Does the official think that I am troubled?" Lin Qing'er said timidly. Although she was only fulfilling her duty as a mistress, after all, Wang Xian was different from all the men in the world.
"Hahaha, how could it be possible?" Wang Xian laughed loudly: "I can't find such a good wife even if I hold a lantern for my husband."