Lu Ming

Chapter 430
Hanging on the wall was a "Kung Fu" poster from back then. The dumb girl was in the arms of Master Xing, and the two were looking at each other affectionately.

"Huang, tell me clearly!"

After Zhong Xiuxiu recovered from the shock, her face was full of anger, and she pointed to Master Xing on the poster and asked, "Who drew me on it? Also, who is this old guy?"

Huang Zhicheng's mouth was full of bitterness at this moment.

Since there was no Internet or mobile phone in Fujian, he went to the Intelligence Bureau to turn on the computer when he came back two days ago, and he posted on the forum triumphantly: "Oh, I accidentally made my sister's belly bigger, and I will treat my brothers to drink later." Full Moon Wine."

At the bottom of the post, a neat line of replies quickly appeared: Congratulations, there will be good gifts in a few days.

Huang Zhicheng now understands that these bastards who pretended to be giving gifts are actually holding back here!

At this moment, in front of his eyes, he seemed to see a group of black shadows grinning: "I have endured you for a long time!"

"Lady, this is a misunderstanding, please listen to my husband's explanation."

Huang Juren's forehead was sweating, his brain was spinning sharply, and after a few stutters, he found that there was really nothing to say, and finally he could only tell the truth: "The people in the picture are not a lady, they are just a pair of actors."

"Actor." Zhong Xiuxiu sneered: "This is strange, why does an actor look like me?"

"Coincidentally."

"Coincidentally? Then this sticker also happened to appear here?"

"Maybe it's because the troupe has a new play and sent people out to advertise and attract customers?"

"My husband is very familiar with the theater troupe. It's so good. I have nothing to do. I'll go to the theater with my husband. It's a relief."

"This." Huang Zhicheng realized that he had fallen into the trap of lies: the more he lied, the bigger the hole would be.

Seeing Huang Juren who was speechless and speechless, Zhong Xiuxiu lost his mind at this moment.

He waved the servants out of the room, closed the door, Zhong Xiuxiu sat cross-legged on the bed, and silently pointed to the sofa beside her.

Just like being searched for text messages from an old lover, Huang Juren saw his expressionless wife, the survival genes in the cells all over his body were screaming for warning, but at this time he could only pretend to be calm and sit down slowly. At the same time, the brain is running at high speed to find a countermeasure.

Looking at each other, Zhong Xiuxiu looked at Huang Juren quietly for a while, and then sighed: "Husband, how long are you going to hide from me?"

"Hiding? What are you hiding?" Huang Juren's voice was rough, and he seemed very reasonable.

Zhong Xiuxiu smiled at this time, but she changed the topic a thousand miles away: "At the end of last year, you went to visit friends in Quanzhou, but you didn't want to come to your house, but guests came. The few people who came were you on the rooftop. The fellow at the foot of the mountain."

When Zhong Xiuxiu said this, he sighed again: "Oh, it's hard for this group of people. Those who crossed the state and county, just ran from Hangzhou to Fuzhou, and found our door."

"Huang Ping." Zhong Xiuxiu asked here with a half-smile, "Does your mother have brothers and sisters?"

"Oh, there is an uncle who died of illness a long time ago."

"But among the peasants, there are descendants of your aunt, who are the same age as you. It is said that your aunt sold her to Lin County when she was seven or eight years old. Are you surprised?"

Huang Zhicheng was shocked: "This must be a fake, I have never heard of it."

"Okay, okay, just treat it as a fake."

Zhong Xiuxiu seemed to accept her husband's explanation.

After asking a seemingly irrelevant question, Zhong Xiuxiu changed the topic again, and said slowly: "I thought that the strange accent my husband sometimes revealed was probably the native accent of Taizhou. I don’t want to see my husband chatting with the general’s relatives a few days ago, the concubine knows the mysteries of the world.”

Speaking of this, Zhong Xiuxiu stared at her husband with piercing eyes: "These old brothers under the general, are they all husbands and fellow villagers, from the same gang of bandits in Tiantai Mountain?"

"Cough cough cough" Master Huang began to cough desperately.After a while, he blushed and said: "My husband, as the governor of the yamen, praises paintings, and has many contacts with this group of people on weekdays. It is reasonable to pick up some accents inadvertently."

"Well, my husband just says yes." Zhong Xiuxiu had no intention of questioning this confession full of mistakes and omissions.

The young girl sitting on the bed turned her face and looked at the poster on the wall, with a little reminiscence in her expression, but she told another story: "I remember it was in the middle of the year before last, you and I were newlyweds not long ago, So we went to Fuzhou City together. My husband is on duty for Mr. Xiong, and I don’t do anything else every day, just wait for my husband to go to work, so that we can play together."

"I don't want one day, my husband will be called up at night, and something urgent has happened outside the Yandao mansion."

Zhong Xiuxiu recalled this, with a sly smile on her face: "I stared at the lantern from the window, and knew that my husband had not left the mansion, but went to the small study first."

"The concubine was still young at that time, and she was very playful. How could she know the seriousness? So she changed her clothes, walked around the small garden, and fell under the window of the small study."

"I can't blame my husband for not allowing anyone to enter the small study, not even my concubine."

When Zhong Xiuxiu said this, she turned her face and looked at Huang Juren with a smile: "My husband has worked so hard to cover up on weekdays. This is the first time I have heard that strange accent completely."

At this moment, Huang Juren's mouth was half open, his face was pale, his head was sweating, his mouth was dry, and he was speechless.

"What? An insider leaked the news and wanted to go out of the city to inform Zheng Zhilong? Damn, what are you doing at Fuzhou station? Isn't it closely monitored?"

The next moment, Zhong Xiuxiu's voice was rough, imitating the first sentence that he overheard that night.

Hearing this, Huang Zhicheng immediately remembered that this was the night before Zheng Zhilong was intercepted and an unexpected incident occurred.At that time, I used pure Mandarin to discuss countermeasures with Song Jia, the station manager of Fuzhou Station, through a walkie-talkie.

Zhong Xiuxiu immediately said the second sentence: "What do you want me to do? Mobilize troops and horses to seal the city? Then you have to send someone to notify Old Xiong first, and then I will rush over to help."

Huang Zhicheng had already given up the treatment at this time, because he remembered the third sentence he said at the time, which was also the most crucial sentence: "Hurry up and kill all the ghosts. I told you all to stop making mistakes, and I suddenly jumped like this." Come out to wipe your ass, it's easy to expose, don't treat Ming Dynasty officials as fools."

After listening to the third sentence repeated by Zhong Xiuxiu, Huang Juren no longer hurts his back, doesn't sweat anymore, and his face calms down instead - he has been exposed, so what is there to panic about?
At this moment, Zhong Xiuxiu stared closely at her husband's eyes, paused every word, and said, "Huang Ping, Huang Zhicheng, you are a traitor!"

"Hahaha." Huang Juren stood up at this time, first posed in a pose and laughed three times, and then bowed to Zhong Xiuxiu who was on the bed: "My lady, my husband is really a traitor."

"Hahaha! I knew it!" At this moment, Zhong Xiuxiu, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, jumped up and hugged Huang Zhicheng's neck: "Hurry up and take out your box that can transmit sound for thousands of miles, and the box that can see The glazed box of shadow painting, don't think I don't know."

Huang Zhicheng was dumbfounded.He now thinks that this woman is probably suffering from pregnancy syndrome, and he can no longer tell the priority of the problem: "This... lady is a traitor for her husband!?"

Zhong Xiuxiu said softly at this time: "Marry a chicken and follow the chicken. I am already a member of your Huang family. Now that I have a child in my belly, what about the rebels? At worst, I will ransack the house and kill my head. I will not regret it."

Seeing Huang Zhicheng's moved eyes, Zhong Xiuxiu asked again: "You gang of anti-thieves are guaranteed to be the pirate master, right? I don't know what benefits you have promised. You are a dignified master, and you are desperate to work for others."

"Cough" Huang Zhicheng had to explain a lot at this time: "Lady, you guessed one thing right just now. We are all from the same hometown, so the accent is the same."

Later that day, Comrade Huang Zhicheng posted a pinned post on the forum.The post first scolded the pranksters behind the scenes, and Mr. Huang threatened to attack their mothers.

Next, Mr. Huang told everyone: He was an undercover agent, and his wife found out, how did he find out?How much inside story did you tell your wife?Wait online, hurry up!
In the same corridor, Huang Zhicheng and his wife were making a fuss, and in the other ward, Mr. and Mrs. Huang were also very busy these days.

An intern sent by the hospital began to teach the couple.The content of the course is very simple: introduce the whole process and general principle of embryo transfer.

This kind of content is superficial knowledge of the nature of popular science in later generations.However, for Mr. Huang who has no concept of modern scientific system, this is a fantasy.

In addition, the intern's theoretical level is not high, and he came from memorizing textbooks, so the effect of this lecture is really not good.

But these are enough for the Huangs.Especially when they saw the microscope, they realized that there were countless tiny insects on the surface of everything that seemed to be clean.

So Mr. Huang and his wife, after using their wisdom in life to make a judgment, decisively accepted the treatment of embryo transfer, also known as test-tube baby, on a suitable day.

The treatment was performed by the dean Dong Qiang himself. Although the whole treatment process was not painful, it took a long time.

After the doctor takes out the sperm and eggs of both husband and wife on the same day, they must first go through in vitro embryo fusion.This process usually takes a few days.After that, doctors transfer the best-developed embryos among the candidates into the mother's uterus.

The next step is to wait - on the 14th day after the embryo transfer, the serum HCG is measured to determine whether it is pregnant.

The set of operations that Dong Qiang performed on the Huang family and his wife here is not much different from that of later generations. The only difference is the sex of the fetus.

In later generations, sex selection of embryos is usually not allowed, although doctors have long mastered the technology of sex identification. This technology was used when transplanting "imported" cow embryos on farms before.

But for the Huang family and his wife, considering that Huang Xie is already an advanced mother, it is impossible to give birth again under the current conditions, so this time they must conceive a boy.

The baby girl meant little to the Huang family, who desperately needed a male eldest son.Once Mrs. Huang is pregnant with a baby girl, there will be endless troubles after that-if other wives and concubines are pregnant with a boy baby, this heralds the war in the back house and cruel "seizing children" and other behaviors.

So what Dong Qiang transplanted into Mrs. Huang's uterus this time was a male embryo.

(End of this chapter)