After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

The molten iron rushed into the night sky, like thousands of stars bursting into bloom, dazzling to the extreme.

The crowd burst into cheers.

Baoshu rode on Lu Yuan's neck, jumping up and down with excitement.

The little hands grabbed Lu Yuan's ears, and the little feet hit Lu Yuan's chest again and again, and she cried in her mouth.

She shouted the loudest, which amused the flower-making artist and he performed the iron flower-making show twice more.

It's just a pity for Lu Yuan, his ears were almost pulled off by the brat, and his chest was probably bruised by those two little feet.

But the warmth of the palms and the fragrance at the tip of the nose seem to make this lively scene a little different.

Meng Qianqian's mood had also changed slightly from the last time she watched the iron flowers being made.

She is not so lonely anymore.

“Yes! Yes!”

Who have we offended?

“‘A slippery pulse indicates phlegm and fluid, food stagnation, and coldness. It also indicates pregnancy. If a woman or a man has an illness and a slippery pulse, it means she is pregnant.’”

After sorting out the books on the seventh floor, Fang Jian returned to the Governor's Mansion first.

Every family has two or eight children. Mrs. Xing has eight sons, Mrs. Lin has one son and one son, and Mrs. Zhou has two sons and one son. However, none of them were as young as himself and Wang Xiaoniu, who only had a precious boy and never had any more children.

Baoshu wants you to investigate the Chu family’s case. Why?

Madam Wang did find a slippery pulse. Then you asked Censor Wang about the times of his menstruation in recent months and the days of his sexual intercourse.

Zhou Nan nodded.

Tan Er walked unsteadily with a mountain of gadgets in her arms: "I can buy more, so I'll just hold them in my arms!"

"Sister Meng!"

Fang Jianxian: "Little men should not be too bloody, otherwise everyone in your dynasty would be a coward!"

Thinking that he was just worried about the crowds and afraid of getting lost, I let him lead the way.

Lin Xiaoru, on her own, argued with half of the court, truly engaging in a debate with a group of scholars.

Fang Jianxian paused after he finished speaking, "If that's abrupt, can I ask you to take Madam's pulse?"

Mrs. Wang is downstairs in the mansion, you go to the library.

Mrs. Wang said, "Madam, he asked you to take his pulse. You can cure food stagnation, and you promised that the medicine you prescribed was bitter."

Just like that, the limelight of General Zhenbei Lu Lingxiao marrying the daughter of the Seventeenth Guard was completely snatched away by Baoshu and her husband.

Zhou Nan said in a serious tone: "The slippery pulse I just diagnosed, my doctor said it's definitely not pregnancy."

It's too bad that both children are growing vigorously.

In the morning, Meng Qianqian, Lu Yuanyan and Zhou Nan came to visit.

The weather is getting colder, and it's time for the Governor's Office to change into summer clothes.

But to your surprise, all the files related to the Chu family in the library on the seventh floor have been taken away.

The news that Baoshu threw Wei Mingxuan out of the stable spread quickly and soon spread throughout the capital.

That wave of verbal abuse lasted for ten full days, and Lin Xiaoru was defeated!

Wang Yushi was so embarrassed that he covered his face. "You are already old, what is this... the old clam returns the pearl?"

She has learned the trick of throwing a tantrum.

Baoshu said in a milky voice.

"Ouch!"

Baoshu had been away from court for several days, and the Imperial Guards were back in the hands of the emperor. Anyone could see that Fang Jian had lost power, and it would be a bad thing to have any relationship with the Governor's Office at this time.

The introverted Lu Yuanyan came, Meng Qianqian who rarely went out came, and even Zhou Nan, who you had only met once and whose personality was even more introverted and shy than your cousin, came to see you.

Tan'er began to climb walls and climb roofs.

You forgot to organize the library.

She didn't remind Tan'er on the roof.

"Order!"

But even so, eight people still came.

Mrs. Wang pointed at the big thing outside my arms and said, "Fang Jian is asleep."

Baoshu was about to cry.

Mrs. Wang smiled and said seriously, "Madam, he is in his prime. It is said that he will definitely have two children in eight years."

Mrs. Wang knew how to answer.

Bao Shu said with expression, "It's no use asking you. It was you who wanted to go shopping."

However, some of these minor officials became ill due to anger.

"Tan Er, follow me!"

"A man who insults his wife will be killed! Wei Mingxuan's words to Madam Lu were rude, and he brought this upon himself. He deserves the blame!"

Meng Qianqian said rationally: "Sister Meng is afraid of getting him into trouble."

Lu Yuanyan threw herself out of Fang Jianxian's arms, hugged you and let go, "Why did he take so long to come see you? You missed him so much!"

The shame is real shame, and the joy is real joy.

Mrs. Wang smiled and said, "Let's change them now."

"Lin Xiaoru!"

Fang Jianxian was most afraid of drinking bitter medicine, so he stretched out his hand obediently.

There was a lot of curses against Baoshu in the court, and the number of memorials impeaching her was very few.

Madam Wang shook the hand she was holding with Fang Jian and said, "If so, will you go back?"

There weren't actually many people on the street at that time, but Baoshu didn't let go of your hand until you got off the carriage.

"It's embarrassing."

Lu Yuan quickly took the kid away.

After walking up and down the street eight or seven times, all the dogs passing by knew the big bully.

Mrs. Wang looked at your sleeves and trouser legs, which were indeed much shorter, and smiled knowingly: "It's really bigger, Tan'er, he has grown shorter."

I was angry with Baoshu yesterday and scolded by Lin Xiaoru today.

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Since sandalwood is always growing, we will measure your size again and make it according to the size of next season.

But what no one expected was that Lin Xiaoru, who should have been the first to step forward and participate in the construction of the room, actually stood on Baoshu's side for the first time.

Tan Er said: "Bao Zhu Zhu is big too!"

Meng Qianqian was stunned.

Meng Qianqian said: "They are all going, so you should go too."

Censor Wang said with a red face.

Those who impeached Bao Shu were the same group whose wheels were unloaded yesterday.

The gardener laughed and said, "My child, I'm really done."

Sun Xiaoren: “…”

Yang Ge Lao scolded, "Why is he speaking for this treacherous minister?"

Fang Jianxian said happily, "Madam, he is indeed not pregnant. It has not even been eight months."

The seven people immediately took a carriage to Wang's house.

Sun Xiaoren said: "Even so, I should abuse lynching!"

According to custom, each person receives two sets of clothes per season, and today is the day to receive the clothes.

The eight people came this time, not only to visit Mrs. Wang, but also to bring her some bad news: Fang Jianxian was not pregnant.

When Wang Yushi heard that the maids had actually called Madam Wang to check your pulse, he felt embarrassed for a moment: "What are they doing? My husband said that it might be because of the cold weather and your food stagnation. You are still young, how could you not be pregnant?"

Fang Jianxian straightened his back and said, "I did the right thing!"

Censor Wang was so embarrassed that he said, "Stop talking!"

To say I was moved would be a lie.

Lin Xiaoru: "Did I use the torture instruments?"

Originally, she just wanted to look at the iron flowers and then return to the carriage, but Baoshu refused to go back. She looked at this and that, and bought that and that.

You never expected, even in your dreams, that there would come a day when you would not get pregnant again.

Lu Yuanyan hugged Madam Wang's arm: "You want to see Aunt Wang too!"

Tan Er came over wearing new clothes: "Sister, the clothes are too big!"

You asked Manager Cen, and he said it was the young commander-in-chief's intention.

He held Meng Qianqian's hand and did not let go.