In the early morning of May 16, Meng Laoguo looked at the aloe vera in front of him, and his face sank like water.

The thick leaves of aloe vera have turned yellow and withered, only a little green in the middle of the leaves, and the weeds in the pots have died a few days earlier. Put the little green stone in a pot for ten days, and it becomes like this. In two days, it will be completely dead.

It's an excellent aloe vera.

He looked at the other two pots of aloe vera, one with a rosary and one with a thread, and the green and lush growth was still as green as when he first brought it.

His gaze moved further away, where there were three pots of peonies. One pot has completely died, and the other two pots are delicate. The pot that died, there were small green stones in it before.

If you wear that little stone all the time, how long will you live? He has a strong body, can he live for three months, half a year, or a year?

This is the son's filial piety to Lao Tzu!

He still believes that Meng Daoming will not subjectively harm him, and it is the Fu family who wants to harm him.

Look at the small stones in the pots, pale green, clear, and look more beautiful than jadeite and emerald. It must be poisonous, but I don't know what poison it contains.

He called Meng Zhong to him and whispered a few words.

Meng Zhong bowed and retreated.

In the floating house, Jiang Yixi reclined on the head of the bed.

Hugh Muri Meng Cimo did not come back, which made Jiang Yixi disappointed and uncomfortable.

Stuck in the house every day, I can't keep track of what's going on there.

Occasionally, Huahua would run to the old man's yard, and she didn't find anything particularly useful. That matter is a top secret, and the old man doesn't tell anyone except Meng Cimo now. Meng Zhong knew one thing, and he only did things without speaking.

Huahua didn't want to go there at all, the old man looked at the flowers every day in addition to watching the flowers, not to mention teasing it, and he didn't even give it food.

Today is May 16th, and tomorrow she will be able to go out of confinement. She believed that Meng Cimo would definitely come back tonight.

The old man has already made it clear that he is not in good health, and the child's full moon banquet will not be held, and he will only invite the Jiang family to have a meal. Wait until the child is 100 days old and his illness is cured, and then make a big deal.

The old man didn't even want to invite the Jiang family. But that's the child's home, so don't say it.

Shui Ling came in with a tray, and Mama Wu and Shui Xiang put breakfast on the small table.

Jiang Yixi finished breakfast, and Huang's mother hugged Xiao Zhaocun, who was still asleep.

Although it has not yet been weighed, it can be seen that the little guy has exceeded ten catties and has grown very strong.

Jiang Yixi hugged Xiao Zhaocun into his arms and leaned over to kiss his little face.

He was awakened by the kiss, opened his eyes and looked at his mother quietly.

The little one is very pretty. Big eyes, black and round pupils. The small red mouth resembles a glazed pink porcelain piece. The skin is fair and delicate, and it can be broken by blowing. Because he was too fat, the bridge of his nose was a little collapsed, but he still looked like Meng Cimo.

Jiang Yi didn't love enough, so he leaned over and kissed it again.

The little guy grinned toothlessly, and rubbed his little nose with his little fist.

At the beginning of the year, in addition to the second Mrs. Meng and Meng Yue, who had to deal with the feed, the old lady and Fu's family, Mrs. Meng San, Meng Er's grandmother and son, Meng Hua, Meng Shuang, Meng Lan, and Huang Xin came to Fushengju.

The old lady came to see her great-grandson in person every two or three days, and her health seemed to be much better than before.

Fu and Meng had never been here before, but they came today.

Jiang Yi took a look at the virtuous Fu family, and he was still pretending when the good days were coming to an end.

Jiang Yixi didn't have the slightest idea of not wanting to see Fu now. It's almost never seen, and occasionally looking at this face is a play.

But Jiang Yixi especially hated to watch Meng Hua. Under the education of Fu and Meng Ciyu, Meng Hua no longer opened her mouth to hurt people, but she looked high, feeling that everyone in the floating life house owed her, and she looked very much like Cheng Guogong's square face was more rigid and stubborn.

The old lady sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the small photo store on the bed, and smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed into slits.

Meng Zhao'an asked the question every time he came, "Grandmother, you look at your brother like this, don't you like Brother An?" ”

Everyone laughed.

The old lady stroked Brother An'er's face and smiled, "My good great-grandson, my great-grandmother also looked at you like this at the beginning." You are an older brother, but you don't want to eat your brother's vinegar. ”

An Ge'er said seriously, "I don't eat my brother's vinegar, and I want to take him on a big horse." ”

Xiao Cun'er seemed to understand the little brother's words, and laughed, waving his fists and kicking his feet.

Jiang Yixi happily pulled Brother An'er's little hand, "Okay, when my younger brother grows up, I will follow my brother to ride a big horse." ”

Now that the weather is hot, Jiang Yixi's bedroom can't open the window, and it is even more stuffy when so many people come in.

After sitting for less than a quarter of an hour, they got up and took their leave. Only Huang Xin stayed, she wanted to play more with her little cousin.

The news of Fu's illness came at the next morning. I invited the imperial doctor to see the doctor, and said that I had a cold.

The old lady was frightened, Fu had just gone to the floating courtyard in the morning to see Brother Xiao Cun, and the little milk doll was too sick. She asked people to go to the main hospital to inform Fu that the old and young in the family should not leave the courtyard until they are well.

At the end of Shen Shi, Wu Yougui came to Fushengju to find Mama Wu again.

After he left, Mama Wu whispered to Jiang Yixi, "The prince is back, and he asked Yougui to tell the eldest grandmother that he took Mama Jia back to the house and secretly arranged for her to stay." ”

Mama Jia was Fu's little girl when she was young, and she picked up a life because she listened to the corner.

She was all brought into the house, which showed that the old man was sure that the stone could kill people. Just in case, Fu was "sick" in advance.

Jiang Yixi picked up Xiao Zhaocun, stroked his little face and said, "Brother Xiao Cun is more blessed than his father and aunt, and he can grow up safely and happily at home......

Mama Wu had already seen a slight difference, and after listening to these words, she knew that there might be something big going on in the family, and it was also about the prince and the grandmother. She didn't ask too much, and prayed in her heart for the Buddha and Bodhisattva to bless the grandmother's family to cross smoothly.

Meng Cimo came back at the beginning of the year.

He had already taken a shower and changed his clothes in the study of the outer courtyard, his hair was half-dried and draped, only a ribbon was loosely tied at the back, and he was wearing a wide-sleeved moon-white soft robe, with a large folding fan in his hand.

As soon as he entered the door, his eyes were fixed on the small closed window. There was an orange light in the small window, and his wife and children lived in it.

A few girls outside curtsied, "Lord Shizi." ”

The silent courtyard came alive at once. First of all, Huahua's "meow" cry, and then the chirping of love poems, the birds that were about to fall asleep were all awakened and chirping.

Meng Cimo took a deep breath, this place is not only vibrant, but also peaceful and joyful.

Entering the bedroom, he smiled at Jiang Yi first, and then picked up the little photo storage on the bed. laughed out loud, "This kid has gained weight again." ”

Seeing that Daddy Xiao Cun'er was also happy, "Ahhh

Meng Cimo smiled, "This kid is honest, except for the day he was born, I haven't heard him cry." ”

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