The Wang family of the Red Chamber has a wife

"Hey, my little master, you can get up and have some food!" A maidservant in Tsing Yi stood beside the bed with a tea tray, looking at the curled up quilt on the couch, and the little figure wrapped inside seemed to have nothing. She didn't move as if she heard her words, she was very anxious in her heart, but she still persuaded with kind words.

After a while, I could only hear a muffled voice from inside the quilt: "Take it away, I don't want to eat—you all go out!"

After hearing the maid's report, Shi Qingwan hurried to the side courtyard, and just stepped into the house, she heard a muffled sentence inside; she was a little puzzled, and whispered to the little maid guarding the door He asked, "What's wrong?"

"Back to grandma, we don't know either! Grandpa came back from martial arts practice in the study this morning. Originally, Sister Suiping took the clothes and prepared to help Grandpa change. Who would have thought that Grandpa didn't say anything, just got into the quilt directly, No one can speak!" The little girl looked about seven or eight years old, but she was very eloquent, which attracted Shi Qingwan to look at her a few more times: "Master still used a piece of shortbread in the morning, and it's almost gone by now. It's been four hours—"

Originally, Shi Qingwan was going to the pomegranate feast at Mrs. Yue Yushi's house today, so after telling the family about the matter of the father and two at home, she went out with the two younger ones and did not come back until noon.Who would have thought that when she got home, before she could breathe, she heard Suian, the eldest maid in Wang Congzhen's courtyard, rushing over, saying that the uncle refused to eat, and she was afraid that she was sick, so Shi Qingwan hurried here without stopping.

"You all go out!" Wang Congzhen, who was nestled in the quilt, felt that the maid standing beside the bed hadn't moved, so he couldn't help but get angry and shouted loudly, but being covered by the quilt, there was no deterrent effect at all.

Hearing the grievance and resentment in her son's voice, Shi Qingwan waved to the two maidservants of Sui'an Suiping standing beside her, signaling them to go out.The two servant girls looked at each other, put down the tea tray in their hands, and quietly retreated, closing the door behind them.

"Zhen'er, it's mother, what's the matter today? Don't you like your favorite egg yolk rolls and almond cheese?" Shi Qingwan sat by the bed and looked at the people in the ball on the couch who were obviously tumbling The quilt, holding back the laughter, being able to live like this, must not be sick, there must be something difficult to talk about... She patted the quilt lightly, and pulled it: "Is there anything that I can't tell my mother?" ? Could it be that Zhen’er and Niang are both born?”

Hearing his mother's voice with a little sorrow, the quilt stopped wriggling, and after a while, a small head popped out from the foot of the bed, with a tense face, moving closer to Shi Qingwan.

"Naughty child, seeing Sui An say that you are sick, mother is going to be frightened!" Shi Qingwan immediately pulled Wang Congzhen into her arms. The five-year-old child was twitching compared to children of the same age because he followed his father to practice martial arts. It is taller, but it is just enough to hold Shi Qingwan in his arms.

Wang Congzhen was hugged by his mother. He was wearing a light blue undershirt. Two red clouds suddenly appeared on his white and tender face. Against the slightly disheveled black hair, he looked like a lovely blessing doll; his whole body Nestled in Shi Qingwan's arms, he hesitated for a while, raised his face, and opened his mouth with an aggrieved expression: "Liang——"

With a sound of "Puchi", Shi Qingwan finally laughed uncontrollably, wondering that he refused to come out desperately, it turned out to be like this... Seeing the thin mist in Wang Congzhen's eyes began to gather, she knew that the child's self-esteem was hurt, Shi Qingwan She stopped laughing, and coaxed him softly: "Zhen'er, don't be shy! Mother is happy—after changing her deciduous teeth, she will be different from Ce'er and Sheng'er. In the future, Zhen'er will be an older child! Ask your mother to take a look again, it must have fallen off while eating the shortbread this morning, isn’t it?”

Wang Congzhen felt better in his heart, but because his teeth were missing, he resolutely refused to speak, just nodded, and followed Shi Qingwan's movements to open his mouth again.Shi Qingwan looked at the small white teeth that protruded from the inside: "Have the fallen baby teeth been put away?"

"Hmm—" Wang Congzhen turned around, groped under the pillow for a while, took out a small blue purse, pulled the silk rope, and a white millet tooth fell into his palm.

"It's the bottom tooth that fell out, so I have to throw it to a high place like the roof. In this way, the new tooth will grow fast and straight!" Shi Qingwan thought of what her mother said to herself when she was a child If so, draw the gourd again in the same way: "But Zhen'er's teeth can't be placed outside casually, I'm afraid it will attract birds and beasts-it's better to put them in Mother's space, what do you think?"

After thinking about it, Wang Congzhen continued to nod.

At the dinner table, listening to Shi Qingwan's narration, Wang Ziteng turned his eyes to Wang Congzhen, who was burying his head in the porridge, in amazement: "Zhen'er has changed his teeth? Haha, it really is that there is no dog in the door!"

After twisting Wang Ziteng under the dining table, Shi Qingwan gave him a sideways glance: "Why does changing your teeth have something to do with you? You're getting thicker..." Turning to Wang Congzhen, she told him carefully: "Eat less sweets. , be careful to attract insects to bite your teeth, and remember to rinse your mouth with green salt sooner or later, if you grow crooked teeth in the future, mother will not like it!"

"En!" Wang Congzhen pursed his lips tightly, looked at the maids standing beside him, resisted the idea of ​​acting like a spoiled child with his mother, and responded with prudent words like gold.

Wang Congce was fine, he could barely sit on a high stool to lie on the table; however, Wang Lingsheng was too weak to grow up slowly, and couldn't sit on the stool to eat around the table with his parents and brothers, so Shi Qingwan hugged her in her arms. A pair of big watery eyes stared curiously at the serious brother, Wang Congzhen's heart melted, and he couldn't help smiling at Wang Lingsheng.

The next moment, he realized what he was doing, and he returned to his expressionless face in an instant. The speed of changing his face was so fast that Wang Ziteng and Shi Qingwan couldn't be happier, but because of the pride of the little man, they could only hold back stiffly.

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There is a happy side, and the unfortunate side can naturally be compared.

Wang Yuening knelt on the futon, with her head down, twirling Buddhist beads in her hands, muttering something in her mouth. After burning three sticks of incense in front of the Avalokitesvara statue, she stood up, bowed to the statue three more times, and then turned around and left. the door.

"Madam, the uncle is back from the family school!" Outside the door, Zhiyun held Wang Yuening's hand respectfully: "It's almost time, ma'am, let's set the meal now?"

The beads in Wang Yuening's hand were still spinning continuously. Hearing this, she nodded slightly and let Zhiyun support her to walk towards the main room.Wearing a silk cotton skirt with a blue background and five pieces of brocade and satin, the hair is coiled into a correct gourd bun, and a few gold-rimmed begonia flowers are attached, and two magpies are arranged on both sides. There are silky pearl hairpins, and a string of simple pendants on each ear.All in all, the whole person looks sober and dignified and reliable, not at all as elegant as when he was in the boudoir.

"Mom, you're going to read Buddha again!" Calculating, Jia Zhu is only a month younger than Wang Congzhen, but perhaps because he has carried too much attention and expectations from his parents, he looks a little thin; at this moment, he feels a little distressed Looking at his mother intently, he took the initiative to hold Wang Yuening's hand, and the mother and son went to the east wing together.

The mother and son sat and ate their meals together. Jia Zhu held back for a long time, but still couldn't help breaking the rule of not talking: "Mother, Mr. Today said that there is a saying in "Book of Rites" that a wife is a Qi Ye; Father is always there in the small courtyard on the west side?"

Wang Yuening's hands trembled, and she almost didn't drop a piece of green vegetable caught on the tip of her chopsticks on the table. Although she was illiterate and didn't know what the "Book of Rites" said, she could roughly guess the meaning of this sentence. When she heard her son's obviously very angry question, she forced a smile: "Good boy, how could mother guess your father's thoughts? Don't mention this in the future, huh?"

Jia Zhu saw that her mother's expression was a bit uneasy, so she didn't dare to ask any more questions, she nodded and continued to eat silently.

After a few lectures to her son, she called the servant who served Jia Zhu over to give him some advice. Seeing Jia Zhu turning out of the gate of the main courtyard, Wang Yuening suddenly felt powerless, and her eyes went far beyond her courtyard The pomegranate tree, which is full of flowers and blooming brilliantly, crosses the wall surrounded by a few creepers, and crosses a small garden in this small house, as if to see there.Her justifiable husband accompanied another woman and her child, and trampled himself and her son to the ground...

Clenching his fists, Wang Yuening's increasingly benevolent face showed a trace of cruelty, Jia Zheng and Jia Cunzhou, don't blame me for being cruel, you guys are really deceiving people too much!

Back in the room, she pushed back the two maids beside her, and with her own hands, she found a small cloth bag from a pile of boxes and cages, and carefully unwrapped it layer by layer. A blue and white porcelain vase about the size of a thumb.Looking at this exquisite vial, Wang Yuening's eyes showed a trace of pity, but more of it was secret excitement and pleasure.

"Zhao Yiruo, Zhao Yiruo, you shouldn't, you shouldn't have hooked him! I, Wang Yuening, don't like such a man! But even if I don't care about it anymore, I won't allow you to step on me like this ——" Wang Yuening gently pulled out an inconspicuous silver hairpin from the hair bun, pushed aside the wooden cork on the porcelain bottle, and immediately took the other end of the silver hairpin, which was shaped like an ear-pick, and picked out a hairpin from the bottle. Spoon milky white powder: "This is such a good medicine, if you want to waste it on your body, it's really cheap for you!"

Three days later.

"Don't worry, these are just some things that make people tired. I also eat fast and recite the Buddha's name. How can I do such unreasonable things?" Wang Yuening looked at the little girl who seemed a little anxious in front of him, and smiled softly with her lips pursed. Smiling, but the brows are full of melancholy and depression: "It's just that Zhu'er really hasn't seen his father for some time, Miss Yiruo is always pestering the master, I can only think of ways to take advantage of the loophole—"

This little maid named Bi Ye was just bought a few days ago, she is already eleven or twelve years old, she was placed in the kitchen, she was very diligent and quick in doing things, but her temper was a little weak and naive.Because of this, Wang Yuening was able to find her with some confidence.

"Madam, tell me, how to get this... this medicine?" Bi Ye hesitated as she looked at the yellow paper bag in her hand, and gritted her teeth when she noticed the distress and emaciation on the face of her always benevolent wife. , decided to agree to this matter, and the wife also said that this is not something that hurts people... The uncle is still so young, and it is time for his father to take care of him, and Aunt Zhao is mean to others, how can she compare to the kindness of the wife?Help your wife yourself!

Seeing clearly the sympathy in Bi Ye's eyes, Wang Yuening snorted coldly in his heart, sympathy, when did he fall to the point where he needs the sympathy of an inferior maid?After this matter was settled—at this moment, she completely forgot how she was begging at Jia Zheng's feet a few months ago.

"Good boy! Thank you very much... Zhu Er and I are begging you!" Wang Yuening held Bi Ye's hand lovingly, so affectionate, which made Bi Ye more determined that his wife is a good person.

Telling Bi Ye to go out quietly through the side door of the main courtyard, Wang Yue Ning had a smug smile on her lips.Jia Zheng, Zhao Yiruo—let's see what happens to you two this time!

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"Ouch—" the pretty woman in a red-colored blouse leaned against the head of the bed and retched continuously, as if she was about to vomit out all her internal organs, which frightened the girl next to her.After finally feeling relieved, the woman glared at the stunned girl: "Idiot! Pour me a cup of tea!"

"Auntie, this... this is gone, I'm going to the kitchen!" The servant girl hurriedly walked to the table, picked up the teapot, and found that it was empty, she hurriedly confessed her guilt, and ran to the kitchen.

Looking at the figure that disappeared from the dust, Zhao Yiruo was a little stupid, how could anyone be so short-sighted?There is a small kitchen dedicated to boiling water in my small yard!But after that, she didn't have the heart to take care of a little maid, and the continuous vomiting made her almost unable to stand upright.

"What's the matter? Where's the girl?" As soon as Jia Zheng stepped into the courtyard door, he heard noises from inside the room, lifted the curtain and entered, and seeing Zhao Yiruo's pale face and furrowed brows, he looked around with some anger asked.

Just at this time, the servant girl who had just ran out in a hurry came back with a pot of boiling water. Who would have thought that she would trip over the threshold when entering the door, and the whole pot of boiling water would come out of her hand and hit Jia Zheng directly.

Hearing a wailing sound, Zhao Yiruo took a closer look and was almost out of his wits, this, this, this master was injured in his room, what should we do?She hurried forward to check, and found that the spout of the kettle had been sealed, and she was relieved.

Jia Zheng was still moaning, Zhao Yiruo gouged out the local girl who was stunned, and waved her hand impatiently: "You did a good job! Why don't you hurry up and get a doctor to come in quietly! Don't let others know! Did you hear me? "

The servant girl's face was also pale with fright, and she hurriedly agreed and went out tremblingly.