Chapter 1536: Tiger Girl 20
The prince gave birth to a boy and two girls, one of whom died young. Currently, the daughter-in-law is pregnant again. According to the previous plot, another child will be born, and there will be another child in the future.
After all, marriages are early in this era, the prince has just passed his thirties, and both he and his wife are in their prime.
But six years later, the general's mansion was destroyed, and all three sons and one daughter went to hell together. The eldest son of the prince, the one in front of him, had been married for a year at that time. As soon as he hugged his newborn son, the whole family fell into a pool of blood.
It was really miserable. The good General's Mansion ended up like this. Xining let out a long sigh.
The children's generation is arranged with the word "ying", while the grandchildren are arranged with the word "he". Mr. Sun's name is Zhao Heming.
Zhao Heming was not as fair as other officials' children, and his skin was wheat-colored. That was usually spent practicing martial arts outside and exercising in the wild.
He lowered his head and walked over: "Little aunt, I'm just joking, you must not tell my father."
"Master Sun, you have to look at people when you are joking. My young lady's body..." Before Qiuye finished speaking, he found that the third lady was staring at her, with a hint of warning in his eyes, and he immediately stopped talking. .
"It's okay." Xining turned to smile and said: "Stop playing here. If you want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake, go to my sister-in-law's place."
"Okay!" Zhao Heming became happy.
Xining told Qiuye: "Go to my sister-in-law and tell her that she is at my place. Don't worry if you can't find anyone."
When we got to the yard and entered the house, the charcoal in the smoker was already burning brightly. As soon as she entered the door, someone came into the hospital to report the news and put carbon on it and soak it in water.
"Hurry up and get the sweet-scented osmanthus cake." Xining sat on the side of the Luohan bed, and someone immediately handed Dongmei a hand-warming stove.
This is a small copper soup pot for making hot water. Dongmei touched it with her hand and found that the thick cotton cloth on the outside was neither wet nor hot. Then she handed it to the third lady and replaced the original one in her hand. The one I took out today had a dent and needs to be sent for repair. After repairing it, if there are any traces left, the third lady will basically not be allowed to use it.
The maid wrung out the cotton towel soaked in warm water and handed it to Miss Third and Master Sun to wipe their faces and hands.
Zhao Heming took the cotton towel and wiped his face quickly. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake that was placed in the steamer in the kitchen happened to be brought over. He quickly threw down the towel and went to grab the cake.
"I haven't even wiped my hands, so I'm not afraid of bugs getting into my stomach." Xining smiled and wiped his face and hands carefully.
Zhao Heming chewed hard, his cheeks bulging, and he slurred: "I'm not afraid. My father always said that I am lazy and like a big lazy bug. I am a big bug that just eats a small bug."
"This bug is not that bug. Are you tired of practicing martial arts?" She took a sip of ginseng tea and put it on the Kang table: "Be careful if you encounter trouble in the future. If you can't defeat others, you won't be crying. So simple.”
Zhao Heming blinked his eyes, turned to look at her, and chewed: "What my sister-in-law said is still true. Father Xiang and the master always talked about making great contributions and gaining face in the house. This battlefield cannot be won by just one general. Yes, one person is worth ten thousand people, how is that possible? I don’t think my father and grandfather would rush out with swords and guns to fight when the enemy army calls for battle. The enemy general will lose and retreat.”
What he said was so funny that the maids next to him lowered their heads and laughed secretly.
"Then you still need to learn the art of war and strategy." Xi Ning said with a smile: "I heard that you feel sleepy as soon as you pick up a book. If you can't be good at literature and martial arts, do you think you are like a child of a family who has no knowledge or skills? ? You must know that you have two uncles, three uncles, and a bunch of cousins, and the title of general of the country is passed down to the virtuous."
Zhao Heming said nonchalantly: "I don't want to accept any title, just let someone else take it." "Then what do you want to do when you grow up?" she asked curiously.
"I want to be a hero, hold a sword and walk around the world. No matter how rough the road is, I will draw my sword to help!" His eyes lit up when he said it, and he stood up, holding the half-eaten cake in one hand, and making gestures with the sword with the other hand. With. It also made the maids feel miserable.
Maybe it would be better to run out, so that we won't die in the house together in the future. Xining smiled: "I originally said it was impossible. Do you think it is so easy to be a hero? Many people who are good at martial arts have become either bodyguards or nursing homes, just to support their families and not go hungry. Just put away your thoughts Those things are impossible, don’t let big brother hear them, and you will inevitably be punished.”
Zhao Heming's servant ran over at this time, and when he came in, he pulled his master's wrist: "My master, why did you come here? This gentleman is still waiting for you, and his beard is shaking and his hands are shaking with anger. Come on. Be careful of filing a complaint with the Master, you will inevitably be punished again, so go back quickly.”
"No, I can't recite this book anyway. If I go, I'll get slapped on the palm of my hand. It's better to punish him directly, which would be more refreshing." Zhao Heming raised his hand, broke away from the boy's pull, and continued to eat the cake.
Xining covered his mouth with a handkerchief and laughed, then said: "First of all, you must be knowledgeable and good at martial arts, otherwise how can you do your own thing? Douda doesn't know a few characters, and he can't even understand the official documents posted by the government. Be careful of mistakenly treating the captured criminals as heroes. Go and read quickly. If you understand those books, you will naturally understand the beauty of them. I will send the cake to you and eat it after reading." >
Then he said to the boy: "Go and tell the teacher that I didn't know today and thought that Master Sun had completed his homework. I apologize to him. If there are books that you can't memorize, don't touch the palm of your hand and let him copy ten." All over.”
"Ten times?" Zhao Heming shouted: "It's better to hit the palms of my hands. Anyway, I have thick skin and my luck can withstand the pain."
This nephew is indeed cute, naughty but innocent at the same time. She was overjoyed: "Looking at your potential, what do you think you are doing? Go quickly, otherwise you will have nothing to lose in the future."
"Then I'll go." Zhao Heming looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table. There were only three pieces in total, and he had already eaten two. He quickly stuffed the cake in his hand into his mouth, holding the last piece on the plate in his hand.
"Why are you in a hurry? There should be jujube cakes for Master Sun." Xining asked someone to get cotton towels and tea, and wiped his hands and face and rinsed his mouth after eating.
The servant was relieved and saluted: "It seems that the third lady can make sense. I am very grateful."
After saying that, he just pulled Zhao Heming, who had just finished rinsing his mouth, and left in a hurry.
As soon as the people left, the room seemed much deserted. The maids began to do their own business. Xining sat at the dressing table and asked Dongmei to take off the hairpin from her head in front of the bronze mirror and put it into the jewelry box. Yanhong also went to prepare clothes for home, waiting for her to change.
Think about a person in the house, whether it is cunning or duty, they are all so vivid. It would be a pity and a bit unbearable if they all died in six years.
After changing into a simple hair accessory and a home-made cotton-padded jacket, I just sat down when Mrs. Zhao came.
As soon as he came, he asked: "Li'er, did you smash Taifu Liu's house with the hand stove today?"
Not to mention Zhao Yingxue would definitely say it, and maybe shed tears of gratitude. What Zhao Yingxue said was better than what she said.
"Yes." Xining said without hesitation: "She tripped the second sister with her feet first, so the daughter did not apologize."
(End of chapter)