In Listening to Yuxuan, every maid unconsciously lowered her pace and was extra careful in her work, lest she be caught by his wife in the wrong place and be punished. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Obviously, after the old man stayed overnight in the past, his wife's mood would always become very good, who knew that last night the old man was listening to Yuxuan's meal and staying overnight, and the next day, the wife's face became extremely bad, and a little maid sent warm water for washing, but the water in the basin shook a few times, and was scolded by the wife. Not to mention that in the morning, Mrs. uncharacteristically didn't get up to serve the old man and get up, only saying that she was pregnant and tired.

Everyone has their own speculations about this, some people think that it is indeed the wife who has become strange after she is pregnant, and some people think that the old man and his wife quarreled, although they have not seen the two quarrel.

The maid who delivered the tea rubbed all the way from the pantry to the door of the upper room, and had no intention of going in, and the chess curtain came out, and before she could ask, the little maid looked at her with pleading eyes, looked at the tea in her hand, and looked behind the brocade curtain, and her consciousness could not be more obvious.

Shi Qi knew that this maid was a little timid, afraid that she was worried about being picked by her wife, so she didn't say anything, she took the tray from her hand, and the maid hurriedly folded her hands and thanked her silently, Shi Qi raised her chin lightly to signal that she could go, and saw that the other party left lightly, holding tea in one hand and lifting the curtain in the other hand to go in again.

There was only one Zhao in the room, she was holding her forehead with her hands, lying crookedly on the big kang with a sad expression. The waiter gently put the tea on the kang table and said softly: "Freshly brewed red date tea, Mrs. take a sip." ”

The faint fragrance of jujube wafted in, mixed with a strong floral fragrance, Zhao finally opened his eyes, and the waiter hurriedly persuaded: "This is soaked according to what Mrs. said last time, and roses were specially added, and it smelled a lot, so Mrs. Taste it quickly." ”

"Hmm." Hearing that it was made according to the brewing method he said, Zhao took a few sips of face, "Next time you can add some wolfberries, women often drink this tea to nourish qi and blood, and beautify the skin." ”

"Okay, I remember, or my wife knows more." Shi Qi looked honest, although she didn't have a flattering smile on her face, but she said it very seriously, not like she was complimenting Zhao, as if she really thought so from the bottom of her heart.

The honest man's words were particularly convincing, and when Zhao heard her praise, he felt a lot more relaxed, and finally could forget the unpleasantness of last night a little.

She tried her best and took all the bitter medicine, but she just wanted to give birth to a son of her own, so that he could inherit the Lin family in the future. I finally got pregnant, but last night I heard Lin Wenliang say that she would let her son be Lin Changru's right and left hand in the future, which really made her angry enough, knowing that anger was not conducive to protecting the fetus, but she also had to be angry, and the abdominal pain really struck again, she had to pretend to be okay in front of Lin Wenliang, and endured the pain to borrow a tocolytic pill orally, and the colic in her abdomen slowly stopped.

After last night, she finally realized that in Lin Wen's conscience, Lin Changru was the only heir of the Lin family, and the other party had never considered her son at all.

But it doesn't matter, she still has an old lady, as long as she wins the old lady, she doesn't have to worry about not letting her son get the Lin family. She was able to beat that guy back then, and now she can beat this little one.

The old lady only has one grandson, Lin Changru, and she also loves him very much, but she believes that it is because she has no son, as long as she gives birth to a son, the old lady will definitely prefer her own son to that person's son, and as long as she makes Lin Changru's reputation stinky again, the old lady will naturally be disappointed in him.

After some mental construction, Zhao understood that the top priority was to keep the child in his belly, and his mood was much calmer.

The waiter and the waiter came together, and Zhao saw that the waiter was holding a package in his hand, and his mood improved at this time, so he asked with great interest: "What did the waiter take?" ”

The waiter drew closer, she saw that Zhao's brows were no longer wrinkled, and there was a smile on her face, so she smiled mischievously and said, "Don't say anything about the waiter, Mrs. guess quickly?" ”

Zhao Shi was not displeased, he sat up straight with interest, and got closer, the seemingly elegant fragrance gradually became rich, and said with a smile: "But the chrysanthemum pillow that you made before?" ”

The waiter clapped her hands, because she was holding a package in her hand, the applause was a little muffled through the fabric, but her voice was very crisp, and she said with a smile: "Mrs. is really amazing, you guessed correctly." As he spoke, he opened the package, turned out the chrysanthemum pillow inside and handed it over, "Mrs., take a look, can this pillow still be used?" ”

Zhao took the chrysanthemum pillow, the pillow surface is plain white bottom, embroidered with tender yellow chrysanthemums, the chrysanthemums bloom very brightly, the large chrysanthemums are set off by the emerald green stems and leaves, there is a kind of magnificent beauty. The fragrance of chrysanthemums is very strong, the pillow is soft and soft, and there is a rustle of dried petals rubbing, Zhao is quite satisfied with this pillow, and praised it with a smile: "The pillow is good, and the embroidery workers who serve the painting have also grown a lot." ”

"It's all the wives who teach well on weekdays." The waiter said sweetly, "I didn't expect chrysanthemums to be able to make pillows, if it weren't for my wife, I wouldn't know!" My wife is so knowledgeable, and I think she knows more than the master in the school. ”

No one doesn't like to be complimented, and the smile on Zhao's face deepened, and said: "I saw it in the books before, saying that I can clear my heart and clear my eyes, although a woman is not talented is virtuous, but I still have to read the book properly." I think that at the beginning, when I was in the boudoir, I also organized the little sisters to start a poetry club. ”

"Poetry Society? Can you tell us about it? ”

The maids were happy to hold Zhao, and Zhao was also happy to let them see for a long time, so they talked about it with great interest.

In this way, the dark clouds that hung over Tingyuxuan gradually dispersed.

Zhao now wants to take a nap at noon every day, and he has a newly made chrysanthemum pillow at noon today, and he only feels brisk and clear when he wakes up.

was eating the walnuts peeled by the chess, and when he saw Lin Biwen coming, he hurriedly smiled and pulled her to sit beside him, pushed the walnut meat on the white porcelain plate, and said: "The chessboard just peeled it is the spiced walnuts with salt and pepper specially bought, try it." You don't want to learn the rules from Mama Yu this afternoon, why do you have time to come? ”

Lin Biwen pinched the walnut meat and stuffed it into her mouth, and said vaguely: "Mama Yu's stepson suddenly fell off the bed and fell, she went home." ”

"I see, I haven't talked to you properly for a while, so we can talk." Zhao said with a smile.

After Zhao's pregnancy, he focused on the child in his belly, if he put it before, Yu Mama's matter didn't need Lin Biwen to say, Zhao got the news early in the morning. Lin Biwen obviously felt that her status in her mother's heart was threatened, and she felt a little delicious when she heard the words: "Mother, since you have a body, all your heart has been given to the lump of meat in your stomach, where is there time to talk to me well!" ”