Transmigrate to be Queen

Zheng Fusheng knows best that being a good person is the pain of not being a winner. He doesn't want his son and wife to live like that,

"Mother-in-law, I understand what my father-in-law thought at that time. It was because I was not strong enough that you were worried."

"Don't say that. When your father-in-law decided not to tell you, I also thought you were a little weak, but your father-in-law said that he was just afraid that you would be affected. He wasn't sure you would be affected. Your father-in-law said that you need this external weak image. Otherwise, you would have died long ago without the support of your strong mother."

"Now I can see that you are really tough, which proves that you have been doing well, making everyone look down on you and giving you time to grow and prepare. This is the most precious. Otherwise, when will you have such great power and confidence?"

Hearing that his mother-in-law encouraged him so much, Zheng Fusheng had nothing to be weak. He was very glad that the Man'er family had given themselves the most free assistance and support and the most sincere love at the most critical time. This family was the one who should be closest to him.

They do not want to help themselves for that position. If they are not the material, they can keep themselves and Man'er in the palace for a lifetime. As long as they are safe, and when they are able to fight, their support is so unwavering. This is very rare.

"Lord, Princess and madam Hou, the little childe has brought you here and brought you some tea."

The business was almost over, and Mrs. Hou immediately turned her attention to the children,

"Hurry up and bring it in. I just woke up. It's been so long."

As soon as the people outside opened the door, Mrs. Hou had welcomed her to the door. She picked up her grandson and gave him a hard kiss. The child was five or six months old. She held her small neck firmly, and then stretched out her hand to grab her grandmother's head and shake it. The trembling and shining thing attracted his attention.

"Don't grab grandma's things."

Mrs. Hou was about to shake her feet,

"If he likes it, give it to him."

"Niang, how old is he? Shaking his step will hurt him. Besides, if he swallows it, it will be terrible."

As soon as she thought about it, Mrs. Hou didn't dare to take off the step shake, turned her face and rolled the Jasper Bracelet on her wrist,

"Come on, baby, play with this."

"Mom, you'll break it."

I'm too used to children. Such a pure Jasper Bracelet costs hundreds of liang of silver,

"He likes it. Why do you care?"

Seeing that her daughter has been hindering her communication with her grandson, Mrs. Hou will take the child aside,

"Oh, take the baby and go to bed to play. It just saves you from falling your Jasper Bracelet."

Mrs. Hou ignored her daughter, turned around and went to bed with her grandson.

"This generation can't look after children. It's too used to it."

Ning Xiaoman sat down at the table and complained to Zheng Fusheng. Suddenly, he smelled the smell of tea on the table and was a little greedy. He took a piece of his favorite red jujube malt cake and bit it, but it came up in reverse.

It didn't matter that she vomited. Everyone in the room was frightened. Hazy Xiang, who had just set the tea, stood there and didn't dare to move. The wooden bell that accompanied Mrs. hou to coax the children in bed, was going to rush this way, but Zheng Fusheng was still a step slower.

"What's the matter, Man'er? Why did you vomit? It doesn't taste good?"

Zheng Fusheng had taken the jujube malt cake in his hand, wrapped it quickly with a handkerchief, put it in his arms, and took tea to Man'er to gargle, while Mu Ling immediately brought the bowl and basin.

Ning Xiaoman rinsed her mouth and felt much better. She motioned to hazy Xiang who stood behind and didn't dare to move, waving her hand,

"Don't be afraid. It's not poisoning. It's my own discomfort."

After hearing the princess's words, hazy Xiang's breath in her chest was spit out. She was scared to death and patted her chest with her hand,

"Why did you suddenly vomit? Would you like to invite a doctor to have a look?"

Mrs. Hou asked Mu Ling to look after the child. She came over, looked at the snacks on the table, and picked up a piece of taro cake,

"This is delicious. Try it."

This is a taste that Man'er doesn't like very much at ordinary times. It's too sweet. It's probably because Mrs. Hou came and brought it to the table. Man'er doesn't know why her mother wants to eat this, so she hesitated to pinch the cake and took a small taste.

"Eh, it tastes good. Who cooked it today? I'll give it a reward."

Man'er ate all the taro cake in two or three bites, but Mrs. Hou smiled a little on her face,

"Man'er, feel your pulse."

After being reminded by her mother to this point, no matter how silly man Er understood that after all, she had already given birth to one. However, the reaction this time was not quite the same as that last time, but if the taste changed greatly, it should be eight, nine or ten. She quickly stretched out her hand and put it on her pulse, and Zheng Fusheng on one side began to shout,

"Go and get Qingkou. Hurry up and let her come quickly."

Before Qingkou could come, Ning Xiaoman decided that she had it. It was really surprising to her. I remember that she counted the days. I'm afraid she won the jackpot after pulling Zheng Fusheng's hind legs,

"Really?"

Ning Xiaoman nods helplessly, but Zheng Fusheng has jumped up happily.