The grievances between the adoptive mother and Mrs. Bai involved the tragic death of her own mother, which really made Wen Shaoqing depressed for a while.

Qinglou borrowed wine to dispel his sorrows, but his sorrow was even stronger.

Now, he also has to think about the future Wen Mansion and his career, he Wen Shaoqing has great ambitions and is a person who has achieved great things.

What's more, the young lady of the Zhao family was born as beautiful as a flower.

Wen Shaoqing had already moved the idea of marrying Miss Zhao in his heart.

As for the Song family, he had to think about where she was going.

That's right, he already planned to wait for the Song family to give birth to the child, and quietly send her to the countryside through the back door, which would not be a good place to go.

When the time comes, give the Song family enough silver taels, enough for her to live for a lifetime, and the children she gives birth, whether male or female, will be passed on to Miss Zhao as a concubine.

Outsiders must not know that his Wen Shaoqing's sister-in-law was born to a Yuanmeng woman, let alone let the Zhao family know that he had a Yuanmeng woman in captivity as a concubine.

Wen Shaoqing probably felt that this was also the best place for the Song family.

The thirteenth day of the lunar month.

"Song Niangzi, how does your body feel?"

Before Aunt Zheng arrived, a loud voice arrived first. A figure in a blue and white porcelain cotton jacket skirt pushed the door in, and what was brought into the house was a chill blown by the wax moon wind.

Song sat up from the bed with his stomach in his arms, with a smile on his pale face: "Aunt Zheng's blessing, everything is fine." It's just that the child in the belly is very naughty, and kicks it after noon. ”

"Looks like it's a young master. ”

Aunt Zheng put down the food box with a smile, shook the snow wool on her dress, rubbed her frozen red hands, and sat beside Song's bed to roast the fire.

"As long as it's safe, it's fine," Song lowered her eyebrows and stroked her belly, whether it was her son or daughter, she liked it.

"Don't blame my old mother for talking too much, your body is too weak, and you couldn't conceive this child. The fetal heart rate has been unstable, especially now that the month is getting bigger, and it is not the month of childbirth, you must not move around, it is easy to break the amniotic fluid and be born prematurely. ”

Song nodded solemnly, "I have written down everything my aunt said." ”

"That's okay, my mother, I have been a midwife for so many years, and most of the pregnant women in Eighteen miles are delivered by me, and your baby can also be stable," Aunt Zheng was full of confidence, she felt that Song Niangzi's fetus, she could also give birth to Song Niangzi safely. She brought the food box, opened it and put it in front of Song, "Come, eat something,"

"I kept smelling the fragrance, and sure enough, there was crispy honey porridge, Aunt Zheng had a heart," Song's pale face smiled unabated, and slowly began to eat.

There are also four side dishes, which at first glance are quite exquisite.

Aunt Zheng said, "Then eat more." ”

Song smiled while eating: "Okay." ”

Aunt Zheng still took some effort to get these.

Aunt Zheng is also from the past, and she still knows a little about the situation of Song Niangzi.

Song Niangzi was so young that she entered this deep sea-like mansion and ended up in such a situation.

aroused a burst of sympathy from Aunt Zheng. If her infant daughter was still alive back then, she would be about the same age as Song Niangzi.

Her man was infected with the plague, and her poor child was also infected, and both died, and she became a widow and could not remarry for the rest of her life.

Later, in order to make a living, I became a midwife.

Aunt Zheng stared at Song Niangzi's pale side face, and was in a trance for a while, and secretly sighed in her heart that this Song Niangzi was also a poor person.

Song ate slowly, and a maid's voice came from outside the door: "Miss, please." ”

Then the door was pushed open by the maid. A cold wind blew in.

The cold wind that suddenly blew over, even though Song Shi was holding a bowl of hot porridge, couldn't help but shiver.

It was the daughter of the second lady Wang, Wen Peiyi, who came in.

Wen Peiyi had a cold face with delicate makeup, and Ren Ya took off her cloak for her.

She stomped the falling snow from her pearl-embroidered shoes, raised her eyes to scan the furnishings in the room, and snorted, "It's shabby." ”

Here, the Song family hurriedly put the dishes and chopsticks on the small table, lifted the quilt and got up, Zheng Gu quickly helped the Song family to salute Wen Peiyi: "Miss Wen." ”

Wen Peiyi turned her head and landed on Song Zheng and the others, and finally stared at Song's stomach, her eyes flashed with a trace of disgust, she turned her head and asked the maid next to her, "Is this the Yuanmeng cheap embryo that my brother raised in the mansion?"

Hearing this, Song's lowered head suddenly raised, and he looked at Wen Peiyi in astonishment: "Miss Wen......"

The maid beside Wen Peiyi glanced at Song and said jokingly, "Yes, Miss." "I am the person next to Miss Wen, and whoever dares to provoke their young lady in the Wen Mansion will be unlucky.

When Aunt Zheng heard that the atmosphere was not quite right, she laughed while helping Song up: "It turned out to be Miss Wen, Mrs. Zheng is polite, I have long heard that Miss Wen was born handsome, and she is smart and beautiful, but now when I look at it, it really deserves her reputation!"

Wen Peiyi said angrily: "What are you, don't be sloppy here, did I let her get up? is a slave girl who is not as good as a maid, don't think that if you are pregnant with my brother's child, you can fly on the branches and become a phoenix, and you don't look at how many catties and taels you have, you have to kneel when you should kneel." ”

Song's body trembled.

Aunt Zheng's smile was a little unbearable: "Miss Wen, Mrs. Song is still pregnant, if you have anything to say, say it well." ”

"Okay, heh, I remembered, your old mother was not originally from our Wen Mansion, it seems that going out to say that there is a pregnant Yuanmeng girl in our Wen Mansion, let Miss Li laugh at me for having a pregnant sister-in-law with a lowly embryo, heh, joke that Wenfu is a Yuanmeng female slave who climbed into my brother's bed and was pregnant, and laughed at me that I will find Lang Jun in the future is also a Yuanmeng slave," Wen Peiyi became more and more angry the more she said: "My brother had already given an order not to say it in the house, how did the people outside know?!" It's you, the old midwife who came in from outside, who said it! And you, the Yuanmeng cheap female slave, have made the Wen Mansion unrestful, and have made the Wen Mansion humiliated outside!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to hit the Song family.

Aunt Zheng protected the Song family and said angrily: "I have never gone out to say it, old mother! Since others outside the mansion know, it must be someone in your mansion who said it, do you really think that paper can wrap the fire? Ridiculous!"

Song squeezed Aunt Zheng's hand, stood up with her stomach in her arms, and said, "Miss Wen, you can say anything bad about me, but please don't bring my clansmen." Since Aunt Zheng said that she didn't say it, it is true. ”

"What kind of thing are you, and what kind of thing is this old woman, I think you two are in the same group!" Wen Peiyi shouted angrily: "Do you think my brother is really fascinated by you? Do you think that if you give birth to this slut, you will be able to enter the door of our Wen family safely? Let me tell you, my brother has no intention of keeping you at all, he has already proposed to the Zhao family!"