The Wang family of the Red Chamber has a wife

Turning around tremblingly, Shi Qingwan shook her head, and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief. If it wasn't for the familiar aura, she really almost didn't recognize the man in front of her.

The originally wheat-colored skin has been sharpened into dark by the wind and sand in the northwest, and there is a shallow, two-inch-long scar on the right cheek, which is still pink, and it is obvious that it has not healed for a long time; a pair of tiger eyes are as bright as Star, he grinned slightly, showing his white teeth, which were even brighter in contrast with his skin tone.

"I thought it was a piece of black charcoal—" Shi Qingwan pursed her lips and sneered, but tears fell down her cheeks, and her bright smile was pear blossoms with rain, which made Wang Ziteng's heart skip a beat.She went forward, stretched out her hand to tidy up his somewhat messy skirt, bit her lower lip, but she didn't know how to say the words that were full of her stomach, and finally turned it into a sentence: "You are back!"

Fu'er turned her head and was startled, who is this person?Why did you come here so recklessly?However, upon hearing Shi Qingwan's familiar tone and movements, she took a closer look and widened her eyes. This, this is the second master? !

Seeing that there were still people beside him, Wang Ziteng resisted the urge to hold Shi Qingwan in his arms to express his lovesickness. His plain eyes fell on the colorful brocade satin curtain hanging on the door of the inner room, and he lowered his eyes to look sideways. Shi Qingwan who was the first to wipe away tears: "Is mother okay?"

Shi Qingwan has recovered her former composure, upon hearing this, she raised her head and smiled, pouted her lips towards the inner room, and whispered: "Mom has taken a nap, she is in good spirits, and she is waiting for the cakes! You wait--" Shi Qingwan frowned while Fu'er continued to pack the food boxes, and stretched out her hand to scatter the clothes she had tidied up earlier.

"Old lady—" Shi Qingwan led Wang Ziteng into the inner room, and saw Mrs. Wang on the bed dozing with her eyes closed, looking very peaceful and peaceful. She stepped lightly and called out twice in a low voice.After a long while, Mrs. Wang slowly opened her eyes, looking a little confused.

After waiting for a while, her eyes gradually settled down, and she turned to look at Shi Qingwan, but was stunned the next moment.

"From the second family, this is—" Mrs. Wang looked at the dark figure behind Shi Qingwan, behind the light, her face was a little unclear, she was wearing a dusty double-breasted jacket, she didn't recognize it after looking at it for a long time Who it is, can't help but feel puzzled, but there is no danger.At her age, she would not talk about taboos, not to mention that Shi Qingwan has always had a sense of how to advance and retreat, so she must have something to bring an unrelated person in...

Hearing this, Wang Ziteng smiled wryly from the bottom of his heart, unexpectedly his biological brother and mother didn't recognize who he was!He took two steps forward, lifted the hem of his clothes, knelt on the ground in a daze, kowtowed his head three times, and then said: "The unfilial son has seen his mother, and he pays his respects to his mother, and may his life last forever!"

This is the second child? !The old lady Wang was stunned for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, she looked up and down carefully, but she couldn't connect this person with the son in her impression that although he was not good-looking, he was also gentle .The voice is still on point, but it's a bit rough.

She muttered to herself.

Seeing the mother and son staring at each other, Shi Qingwan hastily broke the somewhat weird silence: "Just now I mentioned to you that the second master's return date is not fixed, who would want the sky to follow people's wishes? Old lady, do you think so?"

Getting out of her little thoughts, Mrs. Wang nodded with a smile: "Just come back, don't be so reckless in the future, how can it be easy to stay on the battlefield? Your wife and son are at home, take good care of them, but Stop messing around! We are such an honorable family, we don't have to argue with others about these things..." As soon as the words started, the old lady babbled on and on, which seemed to be unstoppable.

Wang Ziteng answered a few words casually, no ambitious man would be willing to be preached with such words, but the person in front of him was his mother, no matter how impatient he was, he could only bite the bullet and agree Perfunctory down.

"Oh, I almost forgot—" Seeing the bitter smile on the corner of her husband's mouth, Shi Qingwan hurriedly said, with annoyed expression on her face: "If you don't use the snacks you just brought back from the small kitchen, you won't be able to use them if they are cold." It's delicious!" Fu'er, who was holding a tea tray on the side, moved over a small table with assorted heart lacquers, and there was a saucer and two bowls on the tea tray, both of which were agate silk-wrapped patterns. .The jade-colored pastry is decorated with red dates and has a faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus; in the bowl is a dark decoction that doesn't smell very bitter, and the other is chicken porridge cooked soft and fragrant, which makes people's index fingers twitch.

No matter how partial to the boss, this is also her own son. Mrs. Wang glanced at Wang Ziteng's dusty clothes, and hurriedly waved Shi Qingwan and Wang Ziteng to go back, wash and rest.Naturally, Shi Qingwan couldn't wish for it, so she told Fu'er a few words, and the couple left together.

The brazier in the house was burning warmly, Shi Qingwan hurriedly ordered the small kitchen to boil water for Prince Teng to bathe, because he never thought that Prince Teng would return to Jinling at this moment, so he asked someone to find Wang Zisheng to bring two clothes.

As soon as he entered the door, Wang Ziteng took off his gown by himself. Although a man doesn't pay as much attention to his appearance as his daughter's family, no one likes to be sticky, right?He was in the vanguard team, and he followed Chen Yude back to Beijing to report the specific military situation.Hurrying back to the capital from the border, he was on the go, and it took him more than [-] days. Who would have thought that his family would only find out about his wife returning home to take care of the sick, so he simply took a leave of absence and went straight to Jinling. moon!

First twisted the veil and came over to wipe his face, then turned the flower cover, and saw Wang Ziteng standing on the edge of the bed, staring at the baby sleeping soundly in the soft quilt without blinking, but carefully not Dare to move, even the sound of breathing seems to be relaxed, Shi Qingwan couldn't help but "puchi", and couldn't help laughing out.

"Wan'er, it turns out that Brother Cong has grown up so much—" Wang Ziteng couldn't help but want to reach out to touch that soft little face like a petal, but he retracted decisively in the next moment, his voice was full of lost.

Going forward, grabbing his rough palm, wiping off the thin sweat and a little dust on the palm carefully, a trace of distress flashed in her eyes, Shi Qingwan took his hand, and gently covered Xiao Congzhen's cheek superior.The next moment, Shi Qingwan clearly felt the instant stiffness of the man's body.

Xiao Congzhen was completely undisturbed, turned over and continued to snore.

"He already knows how to call mother, and he can also say some simple words, but I didn't teach him to call him father, in order to teach him when you come back—" Shi Qingwan held Wang Ziteng's hand and stared at him , Smiling slightly, there was a spring in the room in an instant, her voice was as gentle as the stream of ice and snow melting in spring: "He is very good, and occasionally he makes a lot of trouble. There will be a lot of time in the future-so, you But you have to watch him carefully, don't tell him to become a demon king!"

Understanding what Shi Qingwan meant, Wang Ziteng felt a sweetness spread in his heart, which was very ironic.Holding Shi Qingwan's slender catkins tightly with his backhand, his throat seemed to be blocked, but he couldn't say anything, he could only look at her stupidly.

Being stared at by his unabashedly hot eyes, Shi Qingwan couldn't help feeling a little shy, and hurriedly went out under the guise of testing the water temperature.

Soaking in the wooden barrel, the prince closed his eyes comfortably. Just now, he firmly and stubbornly rejected Shi Qingwan's proposal to come in and wipe his back.The curling water vapor couldn't hide the scene in the water, and he looked down at the hideous and terrifying scar on his waist, and he felt a slight headache; he avoided it today, but it was only a matter of time, and he still had to face Wan'er tears—

I still hope that the medicine obtained from Uncle Sun will have a miraculous effect, and it can lighten this scar a bit!

Shi Qingwan was sitting by the bed, with a sea-blue auspicious cloud-pressed cardigan shirt that was about to be completed spread out on her knees, and she was carefully carrying out the last process with her needle and thread.The sound of splashing water on the other side of the screen came to her ears, Shi Qingwan shook her head slightly, saying that her body was really dirty, it was thanks to him that he could make up such a feeble excuse!There must be many scars on his body, could it be that he couldn't guess it?

After biting off the thread, Shi Qingwan sighed softly, stood up and shook her clothes, but the corners of her lips were full of warmth.

What a fool...

From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the person coming out from behind the screen. Shi Qingwan, who was drinking tea, choked suddenly and coughed several times. The prince panicked and stepped forward to pat her on the back.

Wang Ziteng is already taller than Wang Zisheng in stature, plus he has practiced martial arts all year round, so his figure is lean and lean when he wears clothes and undresses; The two unworn clothes that came here were made of light-colored and dark-grained material, and at first glance they were tailored in a gentle and elegant manner.Wang Ziteng wore this dress, not to mention it was a little short, but also a little tight, which outlined his figure perfectly.

Shi Qingwan covered her mouth and fell into Wang Ziteng's arms with a muffled laugh. With her slender fingers, she lifted a flower tassel strung with beads at the end of the belt around his waist, and narrowly winked: "Unexpectedly, my husband—— How can you be so graceful?!"

Looking helplessly at his wife being overjoyed in his arms, Wang Ziteng's eyes showed a hint of annoyance and strong pampering and indulgence, he snatched the flower ear, and quickly stuffed it into his waist and hid it Seeing the sea-blue robe neatly folded on the red sandalwood round table, he smiled lightly, with a rare ruffian air, leaning into Shi Qingwan's ear and blowing: "Hey, for your husband's demeanor, Wan Isn't the son the clearest? Otherwise, how would you know your husband's size?"

Her ears were itchy by his warm breath, listening to his words that seemed to have infinite meaning, Shi Qingwan gave him a look, and mercilessly knocked off his paw that was rubbing back and forth on her waist, Pulled out of his arms, he spat: "No wonder everyone says he's a soldier! Be honest and take a break, I'll cook a bowl of silver noodles for you, use up a little, sleep for half a day, and give it to you after dinner Make something you like to eat!"

Seeing the back of his wife leaving in a hurry, Wang Ziteng shook his head, remembering her blushing face just now, her smile was full of joy and admiration, obediently pulled off the quilt on the bed, leaned on it, carefully Startled Xiao Congzhen who was sleeping soundly.

When Shi Qingwan came back with a bowl of steaming silver noodles, she saw on the bed, a father and a son, a man and a child, fell into a dream, sleeping opposite each other in exactly the same posture.

Looking at this scene with a smile, Shi Qingwan only felt her heart soften instantly, moved the mattress next to her, and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt for the two of them.She then took out a pair of children's shoes from the sewing basket, and sat by the bed to make them quietly.

On the high table in front of the window, the fragrance of agarwood from the mandarin duck censer is wafting, and the branches outside the window are green buds, and the willows are only yellow.

The years are quiet.