The Wang family of the Red Chamber has a wife

Although she is already a married daughter, Shi Qingwan doesn't have the slightest sense of self-consciousness of spilling water.Taking Xiao Congzhen with her, she abandoned her poor husband without hesitation, and slept with Mrs. Shi in a sticky and affectionate manner at night; Seeing his daughter's energy, he immediately cheered up.

After two days like this, Mrs. Shi finally packed up and went back to her own house. After all, the son-in-law is also considered a son-in-law, so he should be more concerned about his daughter, and everything should not be too much.

Satisfied, Wang Ziteng hugged his fragrant and soft wife back, and he shed tears of bitterness in his heart. After all, he was in Yue's family, and he could only watch with Wenxiang and Ruanyu in his arms——

"Husband——" Shi Qingwan leaned on Wang Ziteng's generous chest, and her voice was sweet and coquettish: "Let's go to Hanshan Temple tomorrow to enjoy incense, how about having a vegetarian meal by the way? The vegetarian meal there can be regarded as Absolutely!"

Mrs. Shi thought about her daughter's many tedious tasks of marrying and being a wife, and some time ago she had to wait and work in front of her mother-in-law's bed. What about your distress for your daughter?She arranged carriages and horses, asked Wang Ziteng to take Shi Qingwan out for a few days, and specially left Xiao Congzhen to take it with her.

Wang Ziteng and his wife are naturally full of gratitude.

"It's a pity that it's still spring, and I can't see Jiang Feng Yuhuo facing Mianmian—" Wang Ziteng caressed Shi Qingwan's black hair scattered on his knees. The fragrance is combined, but one is light and one is heavy, one is thick and the other is light, complementing each other.He took out a horn comb from the red sandalwood box on the small table beside him, and he gently combed it for her. With his rough hands used to holding swords, he did not seem clumsy at all when weaving the braids. In just half a cup of tea, Shi Qingwan's silky hair was already braided and rolled up.

He reached out and plucked a delicate pink rose from a potted plant on the window sill, and carefully placed it on her temples.Shi Qingwan raised her face from his knees and smiled at him with a smile on her lips. There was a little golden red flower in the center of her eyebrows, her eyebrows looked like distant mountains, her eyes were dizzy and hazy, and the two small dimples on her cheeks were full of sweetness.

Wang Ziteng was fascinated by her delicate and naive expression, put his hand over her eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Don't look at me like that! Let's talk about it when we go back in three days—"

Shi Qingwan stuck out her tongue, sat up straight again and leaned against his shoulder, grabbed his palm and looked at it: "Think about how many things you have to arrange after you go back, it makes people want to stay here I'm not leaving!" Sighing slightly, she closed her eyes slightly: "In three years, there are too many variables..."

Knowing where his wife's worries came from, Wang Ziteng hugged her slender waist tightly, stroked her back and comforted her and said, "Don't worry! Before returning to Jinling, Boqie and I got through it. I have already lost my appearance, and I have been on the battlefield again, thinking about it, His Majesty will not put me in the Dragon Guards again; secondly-now the court is not peaceful inside and outside, and it is the time when manpower is needed, although I am not very powerful Fame, but this trip to the western border can be regarded as some credit, and I guess at least I can get a real job like the capital! Although I can't wait until I take up the post..." He paused, and a trace of sadness and sadness flashed in his eyes. Fortunately, he continued: "The doctor also said that my mother still has at least a month, which is enough for me to go around for activities, not to mention that I have registered with His Majesty, so it won't be the time It's a mess..."

Originally, Shi Qingwan had made up her mind to hide the actual physical condition of Mrs. Wang. Who would have thought that Wang Ziteng would often go to Mrs. Wang's room to serve soup and medicine. Noticing the clue, he secretly asked the doctor.Seeing that he knew about it, Shi Qingwan discussed it with him, and finally the couple decided to keep it secret, so that the old lady could spend her last days peacefully.

Worried and sad about his mother's illness on the one hand, and more melancholy because of the uncertain future on the other hand, Wang Ziteng's mood is very complicated.Seeing his state of mind in private, and thinking about it again, Shi Qingwan can naturally more or less guess what he's thinking.

In the next few years, Wang Ziteng will definitely resign and return to his hometown to observe his filial piety. It will take a full three years. In this way, his military achievements in the battle with Cheng Qiang will be in vain, and he will at most gain a false name in the end.Now that the situation in the court is changing, who knows what it will be like in three years?

In the original work of the Red Chamber, Wang Ziteng was in such a high position as the Jingying Jiedushi as soon as he appeared on the stage, which shows that he is a great favor.However, now Shi Qingwan is wondering whether her arrival has messed up his supposedly smooth official career, resulting in such a twists and turns.

"The boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge!" Wang Ziteng caught a glimpse of the sadness on Shi Qingwan's brows and knew that she was still worried, so he hugged her in his arms, pecked her forehead like a dragonfly, and joked: "It's a big deal in the future." I took you to hide in Dongli, will you still live on the streets?"

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Yanqing Palace.

On the bed hangs a flowered tent wrapped in red clouds and dragons holding longevity silk, and on the couch is a pillow with a hundred flowers blooming in Shu brocade and mandarin ducks. Even the gauze quilt and mattress are all made of the best Shu brocade. A corner of the palace can be seen Prosperity and former glory; not to mention the gold plate, jade, wishful amber, wine bottle, red musk rosary and other commonly used things on the side table are randomly piled together.On the rosewood table in the middle of the room, there is a small green bronze incense burner with a unique shape, the curling green smoke slowly drifts inside, and a delicate sweet fragrance permeates the room.The setting sun slanted in through the window sills, and the fine dust floating in the air made all of this seem ethereal.

Tu Gaocheng stood in front of the bed with an indifferent expression, looked at Concubine Zhen who was half awake on the bed, and kept his hands behind his back in silence.

The makeup that was always carefully painted in the past faded away, Concubine Zhen's complexion was sallow and sallow, her lips were not even the slightest bit of blood, the lines around her eyes were very obvious, and fine lines appeared on both sides of her nose.

Looking at Concubine Zhen like this, Tu Gaocheng couldn't help but sigh when he remembered her girlhood when she was as delicate as a water lotus.Ten years ago, when I saw her for the first time, although the ambition and longing in her eyes made people uncomfortable, but it was not as hideous as it is now.It turns out that this palace can really destroy a person...

The Zhen family, we can't let it go any longer!

"Anfu, double the dose of benzoin tomorrow!" Tu Gaocheng restrained his emotions, turned around and strode away outside, leaving such a sentence before leaving the door.

An Fu was stunned, and quickly promised, nodded and whispered a few words with the two maids guarding outside the door, he hurriedly followed Tu Gaocheng's pace, and the gate of Yanqing Palace was slowly closed again.

Walking in the path of the imperial garden, thinking about all the things that happened in the imperial court and the harem these days, Tu Gaocheng only felt exhausted.Obviously the intention at the beginning was good, why did it end up with bad results in the end?Whether it's a son or a courtier, they are all like this. They don't know how to be greedy and tempted, but they don't know the reason why the emperor bleeds for thousands of miles when he is angry?

Going round and round to Hanzhang Palace, I saw a small figure standing in the open space in front of the palace from a distance, holding something in his hand, and beside him stood two maids in green clothes and an old nanny. He pursed his lips and smiled.That is his most beloved youngest son, the fifth prince born to him by Lin Ting, Tu Wenjing, who is already three years old this year.

"What is Jing'er doing?" The sudden question reached the ears of several people, the old mother and the two maids hurriedly knelt down to salute, but Tu Wenjing still turned her back to Tu Gaocheng as if she had never heard of it.

Turning in front of him, Tu Gaocheng hugged Tu Wenjing's small body effortlessly, and said with a smile, "What's wrong? Who offended my father's little Jinger—" but saw Tu Wenjing's red and swollen eyes Suddenly stopped.

Tu Wenjing's eyebrows and eyes are six to seven points similar to Lin Ting's, with exquisite facial features, white and tender skin, being held in Tu Gaocheng's arms like a porcelain doll, very cute.Throwing the specially made black whip in his hand on the ground, he put his small arms around Tu Gaocheng's neck, his voice was a little sobbing, and he buried his face into Tu Gaocheng's neck: "Father, they said that the concubine mother is very sick. Terrific... Mother Concubine will not die, not like the little sister, right?"

Hearing Tu Wenjing's words of grievance and anger, Tu Gaocheng thought of the daughter who had no destiny with him, and felt great pain in his heart. It was the daughter he and Ting'er had been looking forward to for a long time...

"Who did you listen to Jing'er?" After holding his son into the palace, Tu Gaocheng suppressed the anger and sorrow in his heart, and asked in a deep voice: "Your mother and concubine are just suffering from the cold! It will be fine..." He repeated the last sentence, not knowing whether he was comforting his son or persuading himself.

Lin Ting was leaning on the bed, listening to the immature voice of his son outside and the angry refutation hidden by the man, he pursed his lips and gave a wry smile, and sighed faintly: "Why do you hide it like this? The pain is the same sooner or later, it's not as good as it is now." Just tell him, so that in the future--" She pinched the veil to cover her mouth, coughing hard, and when her breath calmed down, she closed it skillfully without even looking at the blue veil in her hand, and stuffed it into the mattress The bottom is out of sight.

Lifting the curtain and entering, seeing her movements, Tu Gaocheng only felt sore and sore, but pretended not to see her.He naturally understands the unfinished meaning of Lin Ting's words, but he is still unwilling to admit it in his heart...

"Mother Concubine", Tu Wenjing ran to the bedside and climbed up, and patted Lin Ting on the back obediently to give her comfort, her movements were clumsy but she worked hard, and her smile was innocent: "Father said it's okay." Yes, the concubine will be fine!"

Reaching out to caress Tu Wenjing's tender cheeks, Lin Ting's strength these days was defeated when he heard his son's comfort.The fate is fixed, and I can't help it at all... Thinking that her life is not long, and a pair of children will struggle in this dark palace in the future, with no one to rely on, her tears burst the embankment.Thinking of the culprit of all these things, Lin Ting almost gushed out hatred in his heart.

If it wasn't for Zhen's vicious woman, why would I be here!Because of her, I lost a long-awaited child. Because of her, I was in the prime of my youth, but my life was already gone. Because of her, my two children were about to lose their mothers...

Lin Ting hugged Tu Wenjing and wept uncontrollably, kissing his forehead over and over again.Tu Gaocheng stood by the bed and watched this scene, as if his heart was being grabbed by a hand, and the trace of pity and remembrance just because of Concubine Zhen disappeared without a trace.