The Wang family of the Red Chamber has a wife

It is the late spring season, and the vibrant cockroaches and greenery fill the air like a tide, and a few pots of small begonias are in full bloom, as gorgeous as the bright red flowers between the eyebrows of a woman; It was only a small cage for raising birds, and inside it was a crested starling and a green-feathered parrot, screaming non-stop.Shi Qingwan stood in front of the window, looking at the scenery of the glass window on the other floor, pouted slightly dissatisfied.

"What's wrong with grandma?" Xiurui came in with a pot of boiling hot water, raised the curtain, saw Shi Qingwan's figure, raised her eyebrows in surprise, and turned her eyes to the cradle next to her: "Oh, Brother Cong I woke up!"

Looking back, Shi Qingwan's skin was as moist and crystal clear as a piece of beautiful jade in the past. After recuperating this month, her skin is even more radiant with jade bones and icy skin. Not a single pore can be seen, and her cheeks are also plump and pink. Tender as a flower just blooming on the window sill.The waist has returned to the slenderness of the past, bound by a pea green sash, which looks like a grip.

Seeing Xiurui shaking the cradle skillfully and carefully, and laughing "giggle" cheerfully, Shi Qingwan couldn't help feeling jealous, she walked slowly to the cradle and sat down, and gently twisted her precious son's chin with some resentment. Little tender face: "Being locked in the house, you are very happy!"

Shaking her head in disapproval, Xiurui hurriedly protected the little master: "Grandma, Brother Cong's skin is delicate, how can he stand up to your jjj?"

In this cradle was Shi Qingwan's child who had just been born after a long time of suffering, weighing eight catties, Wang Ziteng named him Wang Congzhen, and on weekdays everyone only called him Brother Cong.

Shi Qingwan probed carefully with her spiritual sense, and couldn't help but be amazed by the strength of this child's natural birth.Not only was she born with a Nascent Soul, but she was also able to attract the aura of the heavens and the earth, and it was twice as fast as her own cultivation method. It really made Shi Qingwan both happy and envious.

Eye-catching with her son, seeing his big grape-like eyes rolling around, revealing a toothless smile drooling, Shi Qingwan gave a "puchi" and pointed to Xiurui to hug her son put it on the bed.

"Ah--" Wang Congzhen wore a goose-yellow double-breasted shirt on his small body, and the red tie rope of the apron inside was exposed at the neck, making his small face and arms look like Bai Shengsheng's lotus joints, Yuxue is cute; He had just been lifted out of the cradle, and after a lot of tossing, one of the socks on the little foot fell off, revealing round, broad bean-like toes.

He was very smart, seeing his mother standing beside the bed with a smile, neither speaking nor moving, so he tried to move his body.Like a little tortoise struggling for a long time without turning over, seeing his mother still staring at him motionless, his mouth shrunk, two wells of tears filled his eyes, and he stared straight at Shi Qingwan without turning his eyes.

"Oh, hello, what a sweetheart!" Shi Qingwan was mesmerized by his aggrieved appearance, grabbed his little feet that were exposed outside and kissed him directly, and then looked at the little baby's teary face The appearance is even more like a heart that has turned into a spring of water.

Although Wang Congzhen doesn't know anything about it now, since he was still in the womb, he has firmly remembered the breath of the woman in front of him, gentle, kind, and not mixed with any other utilitarian purposes. It was total intimacy and admiration.

As soon as Wang Ziteng entered the room, he saw Shi Qingwan lying on the bed and teasing Wang Congzhen. Both the elder and the younger were giggling happily. He pursed his lips, feeling that his heart was filled with endless satisfaction and joy. .Life is like this, what more can a husband ask for?

"You're back!" Shi Qingwan heard the footsteps, she raised her head and bumped into Wang Ziteng's affectionate eyes, she suddenly felt her cheeks burn, the red clouds lightened, and her eyes moved to be guessed by others, with a charming expression.She was about to get up, but her fingers were suddenly clenched. When she looked down, it was Wang Congzhen who was holding Shi Qingwan's little finger tightly with her small fist, stubbornly refusing to let her leave.

Wang Ziteng was so fascinated by his little wife's flamboyant glance, his eyes fell on his son's fat white fist, but he was both helpless and a little sad: "Look at this kid, it's so big that it's so big." I know I'm robbing someone with me!" Thinking about his son's mischievous behavior in the past few days, he silently made a decision.

He came forward and sat down beside the bed, took advantage of the opportunity to embrace Shi Qingwan, touched the soft flesh of Shi Qingwan's waist, squinted his eyes, and breathed out close to the sensitive earlobe of the beautiful lady: "Wan'er, today night--"

After giving birth, Shi Qingwan's body became more and more sensitive. When he kneaded the little soft flesh on her waist that could not be lost, she felt that she was about to melt into a puddle of water, covered from head to toe, and she couldn't explain clearly. Unidentified numbness; Shi Qingwan barely propped herself up against Wang Ziteng's chest, and said angrily: "It's broad daylight, what are you—what are you doing?!"

She laughed triumphantly. As her pillow, how could Wang Ziteng not know the changes in her body?It's just that since the confinement period, there have been various small things that show the sense of presence in the house for three or four days. Wang Ziteng has no chance to hug Shi Qingwan and make out, which makes him feel very itchy.

Wang Congzhen, who was left out in the cold, was not happy about the interaction between the couple.Moaning and gripping Shi Qingwan's little finger, he glared at the culprit who snatched away his mother's attention, and tugged twice. When Shi Qingwan looked down at him, he looked pitiful, and his watery eyes flickered He fluttered and looked at Shi Qingwan.

Wang Ziteng looked at Shi Qingwan's usual reserved kisses as if they didn't want money, one after another fell on the forehead, eyes, cheeks, and finally the small red mouth of the big fat son, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart Son.Why don't you see her treat yourself like this on weekdays?He thought of the enthusiasm that his little wife would only have when she was in love, and looked at the toothless man beside him who was drooling and smiling with big eyes, and silently became jealous.

"What a picky kid!" Wang Ziteng sat by the table, looked at his own son who was protecting his rations from being coveted, muttered and complained, and looked at the place covered by the little fist, showing a touch of heart-pounding The snow marks on the ground made him even more unhappy.That's my wife...

Perhaps it was because Wang Congzhen was born with a womb, he refused to drink the milk of the two wet nurses, and kept crying until Shi Qingwan felt distressed, so she had to go to the battle to breastfeed him.Fortunately, Shi Qingwan was well nourished in the womb, and the nourishing soup was constant during the confinement, so there was plenty of milk, so that this picky little thing would not be hungry.

Seeing Wang Congzhen eat and drink enough, being hugged by Shi Qingwan and making a hiccup, he yawned leisurely, his big eyes that were exactly the same as Shi Qingwan's were misty; being held by Wang Ziteng and put back In the cradle, he closed his eyes and fell asleep after a while.

Shi Qingwan tidied up the clothes in front of her breasts carefully with lowered eyes, noticed a shadow in front of her, and raised her head to find where Wang Ziteng's gaze fell; she smiled slightly, with a little cunning, and slowly tied the last belt Standing up, he handed the untied palace sash around his waist to Wang Ziteng's hand, raised his eyebrows, and said in a sweet voice as if mixed with honey, "Husband, help me fasten this sash, will you?"

Begged by her soft and waxy voice, Wang Ziteng was so beautiful that his soul flew away. When he came back to his senses, he saw the neat clothes under his hands, and he couldn't help frowning in annoyance.

Glancing at his dissatisfied appearance, Shi Qingwan held back her smile, after all, if she followed him around, even if she missed dinner, would she be ashamed in this mansion?However, this sweetness was to be given anyway—she leaned close to Wang Ziteng's ear, whispered a few words, and saw Wang Ziteng's eyes light up.

The couple were sticky for a while, and then it was time to pass the meal.

"By the way, I have something to tell you—" Wang Ziteng ate his meal very quickly, and sat beside him with a blue and white glazed teacup to watch Shi Qingwan eat, and suddenly said casually: "Mrs. Now, under the arrangement of Uncle Jia, the first and second families have separated."

Shi Qingwan was picking up a fresh and tender fish ball. Hearing this, she was taken aback, and the fish ball rolled back onto the plate; Is it the second master Jia Cunzhou? Why did he come here all of a sudden?"

"Who knows? It has nothing to do with us—" Wang Ziteng took a sip of tea and let out a long breath. The lingering water vapor covered his expression: "Our family has a good relationship with Enhou When he was still unhappy, there is no need to add icing on the cake now... At that time, just go to express condolences!"

Shi Qingwan nodded in response. Although she is smart and intelligent, she is not able to analyze comprehensively and properly like Wang Ziteng due to the shackles in the backyard. Therefore, she will not intervene in these outside matters. It was Wang Ziteng's idea.

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On the solemn and solemn mourning hall, relatives and friends of the Jia family all cried here. For a while, the sound of crying shook the mountains and mountains. There were also Zen monks and Quanzhen Taoist priests. They were all chanting in the hall. Chanting Daowen scriptures mantra; the sound of crying and chanting sutras is mixed, which seems a bit noisy.

Jia Shishi passed away with unwillingness and resentment, Jia Daishan immediately went to the table without delay, and attacked his noble title and Jia Amnesty in the name of old age and frailty, and with lightning speed, corrected the account books and divided them. family property.According to the law, Jia Shen inherited the ancestral property of Jinling, the land for sacrifice, etc., and Jia She got seven of the remaining things, and Jia Zheng got three; as for Jia Min, her dowry, Jia Daishan, had already prepared separately.

Jia Zheng and Mrs. Wang were knocked out of their wits by this sudden blow.But in just two days, he is no longer one of the masters of Rongguo Mansion?The mother who loved him dearly passed away, and his father passed the title to his elder brother Jia She, who was incapable of writing or martial arts?This is unbelievable for Jia She, who has always considered himself a treasure in the palm of his parents!

However, no matter how much Jia She and Mrs. Wang secretly resented and were unwilling, the matter is a foregone conclusion, no matter how extraneous they are, they are already hopeless.In desperation, the two of them could only go to Jia Shi's coffin and weep silently, mourning for the glory that passed away and the Duke's mansion had nothing to do with them from now on.

"Father, there are many violations in our house now, but mother's new funeral is not allowed to make major civil engineering, look at this—" Jia She's eyes were red and swollen like peaches, standing in front of Jia Daishan's desk, carefully mentioning this Come on.

Behind the desk was Jia Daishan who did not show his face in the lobby in the name of being sick.He was holding a pen and didn't know what to write on the letter paper. When he heard the words, he paused, and a drop of ink fell on the paper, and it was instantly dense: "The violation? This... I forgot!" Looking up Looking at Jia She, a gratified smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "If you can think of this, She has grown a lot!"

Hearing this, Jia Amnesty blushed slightly.

Thinking that he was embarrassed by other people's praise, Jia Daishan smiled, but he was no longer as arrogant as in the past, and the despondent air between his brows was still lingering: "I will write another book to apologize. , In addition, I beg Your Majesty to allow three years of filial piety!" Accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger, Jia Daishan understands this truth, and the Rongguo Mansion has only developed to the third generation, so he naturally does not want to make any mistakes and let the credit of his ancestors go to waste .

"How? Did you say something?" Sitting in the room, Mrs. Zhang felt a little uneasy, and when she saw Jia Amnesty coming in, she hurriedly stood up and asked.

After working hard for Jia Shishi's funeral for several days, Jia She was a little tired, but he still replied with a smile: "Don't worry, I have already made it clear with my father. If you hadn't reminded me this time, our family would be in trouble. I will be accused of disrespect—" Sure enough, he married a wife and a worthy man, and Jia She once again lamented his fate.The crime of exceeding the system is the most taboo for princes like them. If they are impeached by that ruthless speaker, even if they are not hurt, they will lose a layer of skin.

Mrs. Zhang shook her head, the curve of her mouth was gentle and kind, she went forward, took out the handkerchief in her sleeve, wiped Jia Amnesty's forehead, and said with some concern: "As long as you don't let anyone talk about it, that's all. It's all right for you to greet guests outside, but don't be exhausted; the second brother and the second younger sibling...let them cry in front! The two of them can't greet the front and rear things!"

Naturally, Jia She knew the character of his second younger brother better than anyone else. He was a bit pedantic, but he was really full of heart, and the second younger brother and sister were equally restless—Jia She held Zhang's finger with his backhand. Sharp, said in a deep voice: "It's okay, I have already visited several companies I made friends with a few days ago, and I have nothing to deal with and arrange in these two days. On the contrary, I am tired of you, and I have to greet the ladies at the same time." In-laws, on the other hand, I have to take care of brother Hu and younger sister—”

"Where are you talking?" Mrs. Zhang said haggardly: "Isn't that my son and sister-in-law?" That's not bad... Scratching his head, Jia She laughed.