Wen Minyi has been standing there with her eyes lowered, letting her mother-in-law count down, she is also guilty of not being able to give birth to an heir for Wanzhong Mountain, at this time, seeing that her mother-in-law objected to her adopting her nephew under her husband's knees, she didn't say anything, only sighed lowly, that sigh was very subtle, but the light boat behind her still heard it clearly.

"Miss, the slave has a saying, don't complain about the slave and the slave." On the way back, Forsythia followed behind the light boat and whispered.

Qingzhou glanced at her suspiciously, "What are you talking about?" ”

"You also saw it just now, Mrs. Wen is the mistress of the General's Mansion, but because she didn't give birth to a son to General Wan, you see where she has a trace of face in front of the old lady, in front of her subordinates, she is also said to be trained." After Forsythia finished speaking, he carefully paid attention to his surroundings, and saw that no one was paying attention to their master and servant, so he lowered his voice a little, and spoke to Qingzhou again; "Miss, it's been two months since you got married, and your uncle's illness has slowly recovered, so you can't always sleep in a separate room with your uncle."

As Forsythia said, since she entered the door, she and Wan Zi'an have been living in different courtyards, before his illness was not cured, it was naturally not good to have sex with her, but now his body is slowly getting better, and they are always going to live together.

Qingzhou remembered Wan Zi's alienation and disgust for herself, and her heart was cold, she didn't say anything, only shook her head gently.

"Miss, in this general's mansion, you still have to give birth to a son to be serious. Look at Mrs. Ning, although the uncle died early..."

"Forsythia," Qingzhou interrupted her in a soft voice, "stop talking. ”

Seeing her like this, Forsythia had to close her mouth, thinking of Qingzhou's situation in the General's Mansion, she was sweating in her heart, but there was nothing she could do.

Nighttime.

Wen Minyi changed into a homely plain dress, and when she heard the man's footsteps, she hurriedly greeted her, and after seeing her husband's figure, she blessed her body to Wanzhong Mountain and shouted; "Second master."

Wan Chongshan helped her up, and under the light, he saw that there was haggard and tiredness between her eyebrows, and remembered her brother's early death, all the way to mourn, and said; "You've worked hard all the way."

Wen Minyi shook his head slightly, first served Wanzhongshan to change clothes, and then ordered people to pass the dishes, and put them on the table one by one for dinner.

"Let's eat together." Wan Chongshan picked up the bowl, seeing that his wife was so busy, he opened his mouth, Wen Minyi answered, sat down next to Wan Chongshan, Wan Chongshan has never liked to talk when eating, Wen Minyi picked up a piece of eel with chopsticks, put it at the bottom of the bowl but did not eat, she glanced at her husband next to her, and wanted to tell her nephew, but she didn't know where to speak, and when she turned her mind, she said warmly like a homely chat; "Early this morning, when the concubine returned to the mansion to ask her mother for peace, she saw Zi'an's newly married daughter-in-law, and she heard that she was called Qingzhou, and she looked like a good child."

The bowl and chopsticks in Wan Chongshan's hand paused slightly, his eyes were dark, and a glimpse of the day floated in his mind, the crescent moon-like face, he lowered his eyes, and only bowed his head; "Yes, a good boy indeed."

After speaking, the man paused, and said in a deep voice; "Marrying Zi'an, I wronged her."

"What did the second master say," Wen Minyi smiled when she heard this, "Zi'an is your own nephew, how can an uncle say this about his nephew?" ”

When Wan Chongshan heard this, he hooked his lips lightly and stopped talking.