Rebirth as Hou Menfu

Chapter 88

Qi Haosheng instructed Qi Jipin to write. Outside the house, Cui'er was drying clothes with a maid. This yard was originally arranged by Cui'er and Zhuge Yuxin for them. For the people in Jinzhuyuan, smallpox is not The dead Qi Jipin still made them feel that they couldn't get close, and Cui'er was willing to try to be clean.

It was almost noon when we returned to Jinzhuyuan, and the whole morning was enough for people to rumor how he stayed in Aunt Cui's yard, and how he taught that smallpoxed child to learn to write. Everyone knows the so-called old man The son is the child of Shi Ziye and Liu Xu'er in Nahuafang, no matter how humble the child is, he is better than the deaf and concubine eldest son born to Aunt Ge.

Zhuge Yutong drank the soup slowly, and after listening to what the servant girl said, she put down the bowl with a serious expression on her face, but she ignored that there is still such a son, "I heard that the child looks very similar to his mother."

Marrying into Nanyang Marquis Mansion, Zhuge Yutong is a noble concubine, much more noble than those aunts brought up by the maids. She didn't pay much attention to Cui'er's status at all, but was just surprised that Qi Haosheng suddenly paid attention to her. Here comes the kid.

"I heard from those maids who have met that they look very similar, but after getting smallpox this time, the child has a lot of acne scars on her face." Serving Zhuge Yutong more than serving Mrs. Shizi made them afraid, After serving Zhuge Yutong's side for many years, Xiaoqing knew her temper very well, so she carefully removed the soup and medicine for her, and ordered the people outside to serve tea.

Zhuge Yutong gently stroked the bracelet in her hand. She had seen Liu Xuer's portrait once in Qi Haosheng's study. She was indeed a fascinating woman, but so what, she was born with such an identity. The child is doomed not to be able to hold his head up in the Nanyang Marquis Mansion, not even to recognize his ancestors.

Thinking about it, Zhuge Yutong's expression suddenly changed. Now the Marquis of Nanyang is still unable to recognize his ancestors. Once the son inherits the Marquis of Nanyang, if he wants the child to recognize his ancestors, who can stop him?

Thinking of this, Zhuge Yutong couldn't sit still anymore, got up, put on his shoes and walked to Zhuge Yuxin's room.

Zhuge Yuxin had just had lunch, and was discussing with Zhu's mother to find a foster mother who could raise a deaf child for Qi Jiyan. Even if there was only a chance, she could let the child learn to speak.

"You came at the right time. After all, you are the child's biological mother. You should also take care of finding a mother for the child." Zhuge Yuxin said when she saw her come in.

"It's not that there is a nanny, and Luo Ning didn't even ask her adoptive mother. It seems inappropriate for Yan'er to invite her." Zhuge Yutong sat on the opposite side of Yuxin, glanced at the child, a flash of disgust flashed in his eyes, and turned to look at Zhuge Yuxin , smiling sincerely.

"Don't forget that your son is deaf. Don't ask a parenting mother with experience in this field. Do you really want him to have no chance to speak for the rest of his life?"

"So what if you can talk, sister, don't forget, even if he can talk again, he won't have a chance with that seat." Zhuge Yutong looked up at Zhuge Yuxin, not hiding the intention in his eyes, "What my sister should worry about now is not that this child can talk. You can't speak, but you should worry that your son will not have an eldest son to inherit."

Zhuge Yuxin was speechless. The child born in Shiyue could be so indifferent because the child could not help her, "Then you should think about ways to keep the son." Zhuge Yu Xin's tone softened, and she asked the nanny to take the child out.

"Sister, I will keep more sons, but sister, you have to help." Zhuge Yutong took a sip from the teacup and praised, "Sure enough, only sister has good tea."

Hearing the semi-sarcasm and jealous tone, Zhuge Yuxin asked Yanzhi to fetch a box of tea leaves and threw them on the table, "Speak."

"Sister, I heard that the son stayed at Aunt Cui's place last night, and even got up early in the morning to teach the child to learn calligraphy." Zhuge Yutong said without hesitation, handing the box to the maid behind him.

"Although the child did not enter the Qi family tree, the more the prince pays attention, the child will be a big problem when the prince succeeds the Nanyang Houfu in the future." Seeing that she was silent, Zhuge Yutong continued, "The prince must I miss Miss Liu very much, and naturally I will be kind to that child, and once I have the opportunity, I will be included in the Qi family tree."

"Zhuge Yutong, you've really lost your mind!" Zhuge Yuxin suddenly interrupted her, and scolded, "Why, how do you want him to die, be poisoned or drowned, or just find someone to take him out of Nanyang?" Did the Hou Fu take it out and throw it away?"

"My sister's words are serious. My sister just wants to say that if the child enters the genealogy, it will be bad for my sister's future children. I don't mean to harm him."

"That's enough, put your thoughts on the son, and giving birth to a healthy child is your task when you enter this Nanyang Marquis Mansion, and you don't need to do the rest. Don't forget, you are not in the Prince Qing Mansion right now. Collect your set."

Seeing Zhuge Yutong's suddenly pale face, Zhuge Yuxin had no intention of shutting up, "Why do you think you can climb on top of me after giving birth? You are the concubine of Prince Qing's mansion, the Nanyang Marquis mansion. Auntie, even if I, Zhuge Yuxin, die today, you will not have the opportunity to take the position of Mrs. Shizi."

Zhuge Yutong grabbed the corners of her clothes with both hands, her lips were bruised, her head was lowered, and her eyes were full of unwillingness. Zhuge Yuxin had never said such a serious word since she was married. There was a bloody smell.

Zhuge Yutong raised his head, wanting to cry, his pale little face was bloodshot, and his lips quivered slightly, "Why is my sister looking at me like this? Go on, my father said that my sister is not willing to use those tricks, it doesn't matter, I can help you do it, why does my sister still blame me so much."

"Then you don't need to do it from now on, and you don't need my father to teach me how to do it."

"Sister, you married into the Nanyang Marquis Mansion for the sake of your son. If you go against your father's wishes, then he..." Zhuge Yuxin suddenly looked at Zhuge Yutong condescendingly, and said word by word, "Then you Let father kill him, what do you think?"

Seeing the clarity in her eyes, Zhuge Yutong added a bit of panic to his already pale face, "Sister, you are not afraid that father will really kill him."

Zhuge Yuxin sneered, stood up and walked to the window sill, picked up a small water spoon to water the flowers, turned his back to Zhuge Yutong and said slowly, "If father still catches him, remember to tell me Let me know, so I can go and see him for the last time."

"When did you know that he escaped." After a long time, Zhuge Yutong's voice came from behind, Yuxin turned around and looked at her face that had recovered a trace of blood, "Soon, you will know later than younger sister."

Yuxin took the pot of well-growing flowers to the couch and put them on the small table, and said softly, as if admonishing, "Yutong, in the Nanyang Marquis Mansion, I am both your mistress and your mistress." Sister, so you have to remember what I said, you know?"

Not seeing the warmth in Zhuge Yuxin's eyes, Zhuge Yutong was startled and nodded.

"Okay, let's go back to rest earlier. Only when you have recovered your spirit can you give birth to a healthy child for your son." Zhuge Yuxin patted her on the shoulder lightly, and asked Xiao Qing, who she had brought, to help her leave .

Zhuge Yutong walked out of Zhuge Yuxin's room for a while, then shook off the maid's hand and walked outside the Jinzhu courtyard...

As soon as October passed, the weather in the capital became cold very quickly. In a blink of an eye, the trees in the yard all shed their leaves. Yingxiu in Qi's mansion watched Zhuang Zhuang walk up and down by herself holding on to the railing in good spirits, and discussed with Yan's mother. Check whether there are any married men in the family of some of the housekeepers.

"This Baoqin will be sixteen after the new year, and Ruizhu will be seventeen. A few days before Qingbi's wedding, her mother asked me to beg, and said that she had already made an agreement with her, and Ziyan could still stay by her side. Two years, but this needs to be prepared as soon as possible." Yingxiu counted some shopkeepers in the manor at home, among them there are quite a few who are suitable for marriage, and one has to choose one with good character.

"I think the youngest son of the shopkeeper of Bufang is not bad. If he didn't come back to Qi Mansion to deliver things, that boy came here. He is only one year older than Ruizhu. He is honest." Yan's mother thought for a while and said.

"First decide on Ruizhu's marriage. This girl followed me halfway from Qiao's house, so I can't treat her badly." Yingxiu thought about a few more people, but none of them were satisfied. Baoqin's marriage was Yingxiu's top priority. Desperately, she pushed those posts with names written on them, and with a bit of laziness, Yingxiu slapped her shoulder.

Seeing that Yingxiu and Yan's mother were discussing and ignoring him, Zhuang Zhuang climbed on the handrail and babbled at Yingxiu. Yingxiu was too busy thinking about the marriage of a few maidservants to hear his shouts.

After a while, Yingxiu heard a soft voice, "Mother."

Turning around, Zhuang Zhuang climbed the handrail and walked back and forth triumphantly, seeing Yingxiu looking over, opened his small mouth, and let out another mother cry.

Yingxiu hurriedly got down from the couch, went to the side of the small guardrail and squatted down, took his hand and said in a trembling voice, "Zhuang Zhuang, shout again." Zhuang Zhuang looked at Yingxiu in a daze and suddenly burst into tears She looked like she was in her orbit, reaching out her little hand to wipe her face.

"Cool." Zhuang Zhuang tried to reach out with his little feet, and sat on the mat before he could stand still. Yingxiu helped him up, and he clung to Yingxiu without letting go, "It's not cool, it's mother, Zhuang Zhuang , call your mother."

"Mother." A torrent flashed through Yingxiu's heart, and tears fell like this. Zhuang Zhuang finally climbed into Yingxiu's arms. Seeing his mother crying, he waved his chubby hand to touch her face, with a 'huhu' sound from one side of the mouth.

Yingxiu's tears fell even more ferociously, it was every time Zhuang Zhuang accidentally knocked, Yingxiu would always cover his bruised place and give him a whimper. After several months of learning, he actually learned it.

"Mother doesn't hurt, let me call out to mother again, okay?" Yingxiu grabbed his little hand and pulled it back. Seeing her smile, Zhuang Zhuang opened his mouth to call mother, the more he shouted, the smoother he said.

Finally, Yingxiu put him on the soft cushion, and he climbed the small fence by himself, calling Yingxiu non-stop, every time he shouted, he would smile and narrow his eyes, and then walked around inside with support. Go, and call Yingxiu mother again.

When Qi Haoming came back that night, knowing that his son would be called mother, he hugged Zhuang Zhuang and asked him to call him father as soon as he entered the door. Zhuang Zhuang stretched out his hand to touch his unshaven beard, and yelled crisply, "Mom!"

"It's not mother, it's father, father." Qi Haoming approached him, gently rubbed his little hand with his chin, giggled Zhuang Zhuang, and called mother again.

Qi Haoming looked at his son dumbfounded, "No, it's Daddy, call him Daddy." Zhuang Zhuang looked at Qi Haoming suspiciously, then looked at Yingxiu who walked in, thought for a while, and called mother again.

Even Baoqin who was on the side listened and laughed, Yingxiu patted her forehead lightly, "Quickly go to Qiao's mother and bring the things here."

Qi Haoming and Zhuang Zhuang sat opposite each other, one was wronged and the other was confused, Yingxiu picked up Zhuang Zhuang, pointed at Qi Haoming and said, "Daddy."

"Di~" Zhuang Zhuang held his mouth for a while, and shouted out a word, Qi Haoming smiled, "Well, at least this one is much closer than that one."

After a while, Ping'er and the others brought dinner, and Zi Yan came in to announce, "Miss, the second young master of the Qiao family is here, saying that he is in a hurry."

(End of this chapter)