The Wang family of the Red Chamber has a wife

The carved windows were tightly closed, and a string of beaded curtains hung motionless, completely blocking the scene inside the house.Sunlight passes through the transparent glass made into a begonia pattern, and through the bead curtain, it casts a patchwork of light and dark shadows on the carpet, quietly changing its orientation with the passage of time, deep and peaceful.

"Mother and Concubine, please rest for a while, the child will go and bring the younger brother here—" The seven or eight-year-old child's face was as calm as water, and his eyes fell on the woman leaning on the bed leading the pillow, and stretched out his hand to tuck her in. Quilt corner.

Lin Ting nodded, with a smile at the corner of her mouth, like the warm wind in the spring of March, kind and serene: "Xian'er, you go!" With all kinds of instructions and arrangements, her hanging heart was finally able to let go of half.

Watching the eldest son's figure turn around the red sandalwood screen, Lin Ting finally couldn't help the itching in his throat. He let go of his clenched fists under the quilt, covered his mouth and coughed heart-piercingly.From the colorful brocade box in the bed, she took out a palm-sized bronze mirror with rhombic flowers. She looked at the portrait in the mirror, and saw Fan Su with flushed cheeks and cherry mouth, which could be called a peach blossom, and gave a wry smile , Putting down the mirror, Lin Ting slightly closed his eyes.

When she opened her eyes from half-dream and half-awake, there were already two children standing in front of her, both wearing snow-colored flower-embroidered gowns and jade belts around their waists, they were brothers at a glance, but slidely different.Tu Wenzheng is older, he doesn't like to be noisy, and rarely has emotional fluctuations. Wearing this cool-colored clothes, he looks like a little snowman; while Tu Wenzheng is born more like a mother, and his facial features are somewhat feminine. But it is more like a finely crafted porcelain doll, which makes people like it.

"Come on, Jing'er, come to Mother!" Lin Ting stretched out his hand, and with some difficulty, Tu Wenzhen half-hugged and half-moved Tu Wenjing to the bed and sat down, while he lifted his little robe and sat on the bed. on the brocade stool beside the bed.

Caressing the top of the youngest son's head, the soft hair was braided with pearl strings and gathered there into a small bun, which looked very refreshing and neat. Lin Ting's eyes were full of kindness and gentleness, and he smiled softly: "Jing'er, you have to remember , in this palace, the one closest to you is your brother, no matter what happens in the future, you must listen to your brother and don't trust others casually, okay?"

The four-year-old Tu Wenjing has been loved by his parents since he was born, so he still retains some innocence at this age, but the child's natural sensitivity makes him uneasy, and he is a little puzzled: "What about the concubine? Father Woolen cloth?"

With a slight hand pause, Lin Ting's movements stagnated for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, he regained his usual gentleness and Ning Mu: "Jing'er, your father has many children, but among them, only you and your brother are the best. Those who are close—" She gave an example that Tu Wenjing could understand most easily: "Can you and your third brother play casually like you and your brother?"

Tu Wenjing understood immediately, he nodded: "Well, concubine mother, Jinger understands!"

At this moment, Lin Ting was very conflicted.On the one hand, she was unwilling to let her youngest son know about participating in all kinds of darkness and struggles, and on the other hand, she was worried that the care she had given her youngest son for these years after her death would actually harm him... She looked up at her eldest son, who had always been moody , Lin Ting sighed.

"Qian'er, Jing'er, you guys go back!"

After struggling and ups and downs in the harem for nearly ten years, the passing years have taken away more than just a delicate and fresh face?Waking up from a dream every night, Lin Ting only felt that he had lost the vitality and youth he once had.Her heart has gradually aged in the seemingly endless strife in the harem.In the face of the love given by the supreme emperor, her emotions are seldom turbulent. Only when she sees a pair of children, can Lin Ting feel the joy in her chest.

Once, Lin Ting expected to live with dignity in the harem, but later she realized that dignity itself is a ridiculous thing in the face of imperial power.Otherwise, she would not be called into the palace from a thousand miles away, but should choose a husband-in-law that she admired in that city in the south of the Yangtze River, and accompany her until she grows old...

Lin Ting felt a bone-chilling chill in this exquisite palace and the valuable artifacts in front of him that showed the emperor's favor.So what about pampering the harem?In the end, it didn't belong to a handful of loess.

It's just that Lin Ting can't let go!The eldest son, Tu Wenjing, is only eight years old, and the youngest son, Tu Wenjing, is about four years old. Her natal family is far in the south of the Yangtze River, so even if she wants to help, she is powerless.After Concubine Zhen's death, if she went by herself, how could the Zhen clan, whom Concubine Zhen believed to rely on, let these two children go?Not to mention that the third prince, Tu Wenhuai, has reached the age of going out to the palace to receive errands.

Looking at the setting sun at night by the window, she became more and more tired.

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"Ask someone to deliver the red rice porridge cooked in the kitchen to the front hall, and there is an example in the sister-in-law's yard. After all, the sister-in-law is pregnant, so send more custard and the like—" Shi Qingwan's face was a little haggard Sitting quietly on the kang, he gave instructions to Xiu Rong beside him, and while listening to the reply from the woman in charge, he picked up a pen and crossed out the items on the paper in his hand.

Xiu Rong was also dizzy and hurried to respond. She was calling the little maid next to her to come over, and she only said a few words when she caught sight of Shi Qingwan's slowly falling figure from the corner of her eye, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"grandmother!"

Fortunately, Hua Jin was on the side to support Shi Qingwan's body, Xiu Rong hurriedly got up and came forward, and the two carefully supported Shi Qingwan to lie down together.

Wang Ziteng, who was keeping watch in the front yard, couldn't help but turn pale with shock when he heard the news.Wan'er's body has always been considered healthy, and with the protection of the immortal family's method, how could she suddenly pass out?He hurriedly said a few words to Wang Zisheng who was kneeling next to him, and then hurried to the backyard.

As soon as he stepped onto the porch of the flower hall and heard voices coming from inside, Wang Ziteng was stunned.

"Girls, don't worry, Second Mistress is pregnant! It's just that she has worked hard for days, but her fetal gas is a little unstable. I will prescribe two decoctions to relieve the fetus and invigorate Qi. After taking it for three days, everything will be fine!" the doctor said. Withdrawing his hands, he looked at Xiu Rong and Hua Jin standing beside the screen, cupped his hands and said with a smile.

Xiu Rong came back to her senses, and hurriedly thanked her: "Thank you, Dr. Xu! Our second master will be here soon, please have tea outside and talk!" Hua Xin had already gone out to make arrangements.

When Shi Qingwan woke up and turned around, she saw a dark head in front of the bed.She looked at her current situation very suspiciously, and was about to lift up the quilt and sit up, when Wang Ziteng, who was lying on the bedside, felt the movement, and raised his head suddenly, which surprised her.

"Wan'er, do you still feel uncomfortable there?" Wang Ziteng stood up nervously, gently supported Shi Qingwan's shoulders, his eyes fell on her face, trying to see something.Seeing him in such a state, she shook her head, Shi Qingwan frowned, "It's not that I'm uncomfortable, it's just that I'm not feeling well, what's wrong?"

Wang Ziteng felt a little self-blaming and worried: "The doctor said that you are pregnant, it's my fault, and I didn't notice that you are not feeling well these few days - I have discussed the outside matters with my brother, so I will take care of you." Leave it to Nanny Lu, Xiu Rong and the others to take care of it, anyway, it's the last few days, and there are no female guests! Just rest at ease!"

Shi Qingwan was stunned when he heard this series of words.

"I-I'm pregnant again?!" She looked down at her belly in disbelief, hesitating: "Brother Cong is only one year old...is it too frequent?"

Listening to her talking to herself, who was obviously still out of state, Wang Ziteng smiled, took her slender hand, and laid it on her flat belly through a thin layer of bedding: "Where is it?" So often? Speaking of it, it’s our good luck. When my cultivation level improves in the future, I’m afraid, we just can’t ask for it—” He nodded at Shi Qingwan, and discussed solemnly: “ Hurry up and give birth to both sons and daughters, the four of them come together, the older one takes the younger ones, and we will save trouble in the future!"

When children are radishes, they can be planted by digging a hole? !Shi Qingwan glared at him, and her eyes fell on her belly again. She was still a little dizzy. It's not that it's rare for a practitioner to get pregnant. Why don't they let people rest one after another!

On the boat back to Jinling from Gusu, Shi Qingwan had explained many things to Wang Ziteng one by one.Shi Qingwan had to admit that when she saw the scars on Wang Ziteng's body, large and small, with innumerable depths and depths, she felt distressed and flustered.Not every time he will be lucky enough to recover his life from such an injury!

He is none other than her husband, the father of her child, and even her future Taoist companion... Shi Qingwan has never been so sure of this.

Originally, Shi Qingwan had already made preparations. The man in front of her might be panic-stricken, might be shocked and frightened, and maybe she would eventually end up with the title of a monster.But in the end, none of this happened. The man embraced her tolerantly, lovingly, and distressedly, without showing a moment of fear and disgust.Even, when he spoke about his practice, he was actually afraid that he would be left alone, so he asked for a hundred years to stay together...

This is a gamble, Shi Qingwan won, Wang Ziteng did not lose either.In this regard, she is undoubtedly much luckier than the other woman.

Looking down at Shi Qingwan nestled in his arms, his face still full of shock and confusion, Wang Ziteng only felt very comforted.The two intertwined their fingers, quietly enjoying the warmth of this moment.

When Wang Ziteng first heard Shi Qingwan's self-narration of her life experience, Wang Ziteng was indeed shocked, but at the same time, there seemed to be some joyful clarity in the shock.Maybe he had this feeling a long time ago, so he just found reasons for the various changes that happened to Shi Qingwan two years ago!

Occupying the other person's body, Shi Qingwan naturally prayed for the original owner several times, so that he will have a lot of blessings in the next life.After knowing this, Wang Ziteng followed Shi Qingwan's guidance, fasting and praying earnestly and meticulously.Although he is not a very kind person, he is a husband and wife at any rate, but he still has some conscience.

After hearing Shi Qingwan talk about the reason for the original owner's death after the miscarriage, Wang Ziteng felt guilty and apologetic, but he didn't regret it.If the real Shi Qingwan hadn't passed away suddenly because of the depression and anger in her heart at that time, maybe the two of them are now a pair of resentful couples who share the same bed and different dreams...

A soul from the distant future became his wife.Rather than saying it was a coincidence, Wang Ziteng would rather believe that it was the grace and mercy bestowed by God.

Love is the mysterious destiny.Meet and cherish.