Quick Wear: Pregnant Beauty and Childbirth Plan

With Mrs. Wei's order, Nanny Meng went to the courtyard outside and summoned all the maidservants in the mansion who were under the age of twenty.

The women lowered their heads and talked, not knowing what they were being asked to do. Immediately afterwards, an old woman asked them to enter the house to investigate.

After taking off their clothes, any woman who saw a birthmark on her waist would stay and wait.

Wen Ya was naturally among them. A beautiful Biganhua birthmark appeared clearly on her waist, and everyone around was surprised.

When Nanny Meng saw the birthmark, a smile appeared on her brows and at the corners of her eyes. She sighed in her heart that this time she had found something new.

Isn't this just a bright and beautiful big red flower? Now, it should be able to fulfill the madam's order!

"Which courtyard are you from?"

Wen Ya was not surprised when she heard Nanny Meng's question. She lowered her head and answered in a clear voice:

"This slave is the sweeping maid of Yaoyuan."

Only then did Nanny Meng realize, sweeping the maid? No wonder she is unfamiliar and has never been seen in Yaoyuan.

Probably because the cleaning maid did the most tiring and hard work, she only worked before dawn and after dark. During the day, she had to go to the back of the kitchen to sort out the vegetables and fruits she had bought.

Therefore, the time is staggered and ordinary people cannot see them.

Mother Meng raised Wen Ya's chin, looked at it carefully, and then lifted the bangs on Wen Ya's forehead. Only then did she realize that the little maid in front of her looked so outstanding.

It's really unfair to be a low-class maid in Yaoyuan like this, but now, her opportunity has come. If she has to ride the wind, she might even be able to fly up a branch and become a phoenix!

"Follow me. If Madam asks me a question later, you must answer her truthfully. No mistakes or deceptions are allowed."

Wen Ya responded "Yes".

The two of them went to Mrs. Wei's house together.

The maids in the Wei Mansion all wore flowers, and the woman in front of her also had a small silk flower of white peony in her hair.

She wore a uniform light green maid outfit that looked particularly fresh and clean, but she also had a white cloth strip tied around her arm. This was...

Mrs. Wei looked at Wen Ya in front of her and finally asked, "Has someone passed away in your family?"

Wen Ya nodded, "Reporting to Madam, my grandma lived to be eighty-eight. She passed away not long ago. It was a happy mourning."

Mrs. Wei finally gave up her unlucky thoughts. Yes, she lived to be eighty-eight, which was a good sign!

"Let me see the birthmark on your waist."

Wen Ya neatly unbuttoned her clothes, revealing the Biganhua birthmark on her waist.

Mrs. Wei didn't have any hope. After all, from Mother Meng's point of view, any woman with a birthmark on her waist would be regarded as a flower by her.

But when Wen Ya's birthmark was revealed, Mrs. Wei choked on the tea in her mouth. She quickly swallowed it, stood up in surprise, and walked to Wen Ya.

She was so surprised that she even reached out to touch the Bianhua flower on her waist. There was such a beautiful birthmark in the world. Is it probably not printed with cinnabar dye?

So, Mrs. Wei dug her nails a few times, then rubbed the flesh on Wen Ya's waist with her fingertips, and found that it was really a birthmark.

Mrs. Wei's heart suddenly became ecstatic. Isn't this the person the old Taoist priest in the Taoist temple said? If you can give her son a happy birthday and remove the evil spirit, the leg injury will slowly heal!

"What's your name? How old are you? Where is your home? What do you do in the mansion? Which hospital do you belong to?"

Mrs. Wei asked a series of questions, and Wen Ya answered them all honestly.

"My name is Wen Ya. She is 18 years old. Her home is in Qingcheng Mountain. She is the sweeping maid in Yaoyuan."

Mrs. Wei added: "Wen Ya, the eldest young master in the mansion is suffering from leg disease and is bedridden. Are you willing to go and serve the eldest young master?"

Mrs. Wei decided to let Wen Ya make her own choice. After all, her son was indeed lame now, and she couldn't lie to the little girl.

"Yes, I am willing to serve the young master."

"You have to know that with your status, serving the eldest young master can only start with having a roommate."

Wen Ya replied again: "I know that I have a humble status and can serve the young master of my own free will."

"Yes, I will put my words here today. If you serve well and the young master likes you, you can still be a concubine in the mansion in the future."

Wen Ya nodded, "I will definitely take good care of the young master."

Mrs. Wei was very satisfied, "Mother Meng, take her down to freshen up, comb the bangs on her forehead, teach her the rules, and let her read more books. Ce'er likes women who are knowledgeable and sensible."

Mother Meng was also happy. After struggling for these days, she finally found the right person. Her suspicion came true. This little maid would fly up the branch now~

"Yes, I will follow Madam's instructions and go and clean it up for her."

Here, Nanny Meng took Wen Ya to dress up. Over there, Wei Ce's residence was building a bamboo garden, and there were also servants and servants starting to decorate the house.

It was hung with red silk and decorated with lanterns and festoons.

Even if it is just a young master, it has a different meaning for the eldest son. If there is a happy event, the eldest son's leg is healed, and a young master is left, it will be a great happy event.

Xiuzhuyuan, which had been dull for half a month, finally came to life.

Wei Ce sat in a wheelchair and gently opened the window. The dazzling sunlight made it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.

I saw people outside, all busy hanging red lanterns and tying red silk.

"Chang Mo, what happened outside?"

Chang Mo opened the door and came in. He saw that Wei Ce's face was even darker and the eldest son seemed to be even more unhappy. Chang Mo quickly replied: "Eldest son, my wife has given you a small roommate and plans to let you consummate the marriage tonight. .”

When Wei Ce heard this, the books in his hands fell to the ground. Then he turned his wheelchair, stepped over the "Nanhua Sutra" on the ground, and came to Chang Mo.

"What did you say? Mother gave me a small room?"

Chang Mo nodded, "Master, Madam, she went to a Taoist temple a few days ago. The Taoist priest figured out that evil spirits are lingering in your body, so if you move into a common room, you can suppress the Yin energy. Maybe your legs will be fine."

Wei Ce's lips were tight and he was speechless.

He didn't expect that his mother would be so confused and listen to the Taoist priest's nonsense. His leg was seriously injured. How could it be cured by being admitted to the same room?

"Go and tell mother to stop working. My leg can no longer be cured."

"Also, ask the people outside to quickly remove all those red satins. They are a mess and an eyesore!"

Chang Mo was speechless for a moment. It was neither a promise nor a refusal.

After all, the wife was eagerly waiting for the first-in-law to come in and bring good luck. Otherwise, there would be no use in decorating a new house with a small first-in-law.

"Sir, I will convey your words to my wife. As for the marriage, why don't you accept it?"

I heard the man yell angrily:

"Chang Mo, get out—"

Then, when the door rang, Chang Mo ran out quickly.