Tyrannical Wang’s Beloved Wife

At the time of Jing Wan's birth, the eldest daughter of the old lady had already married. She had only seen her grand aunt Luo Hui once or twice, because she had married in Beijing City, and Jing Wan had been in Qian 'an Mansion since birth. Far apart, wanting to walk is not that easy.

When Luo Ronghui walked in, Jing Wan obviously felt that the woman in charge, despite exerting utmost restraint, still appeared to be in a hurry to walk into the threshold, "Mother!” Almost kneeling in front of the old lady.

The old lady hugged her. “My son, my son...”

After all, the old lady experienced the wind wave, her eyes were a little wet, but her tears did not fall.

Jing Wan came forward to console her.

Perhaps because he cried in front of the younger generations, he felt a little embarrassed. Luo Ronghui followed the old lady to wash her face, put on makeup again, and when she appeared again, she was a noble woman with a flattering posture.

Since Luo Ronghui's husband was busy, he would not come to see the old lady until the next rest. He came with her. She was her only daughter, Yuan Qiaoqiao, who was talking to Jingwan at this time. To say that Luo Ronghui has been relatively smooth all his life. He was only unhappy with his children. It took him four or five years after his marriage to conceive a child. After that, he became silent. He did not know how many pills he had taken, how many gods he had worshipped, and how much oil money he had given to the temple was more than a year. The result was still the same.

You can't only give your husband a concubine, but several concubine rooms, even though they also have children, are all daughters, this number is not satisfactory. Everyone else says she is vicious, she is a hen who cannot lay eggs, and she will not let others live. She is going to be wronged. Now there is one in the family. The doctor says that ten out of ten are sons, and she will soon treat the aunt as an ancestor.

Luo Ronghui dragged Jing Wan for a short while, gave her a gift, and then the old lady asked Jing Wan to take her cousin to play in her small courtyard. These two mothers and daughters want to speak private language, Yang Wan was prepared to take the initiative to say goodbye.

Outside the main courtyard, the two met other people, wanted to hear Luo Ronghui return, these people came to see the salute.

After Jing Wan gave Aunt Sang a gift, she looked at her common sister, “Isn't this the time for class? Why are you here? ”

Luo Jingyu, relative to his own sister, was silent a lot, escaped from school was caught by his sister, blushed, and I didn't know how to say, "Sister three, me, me...”

“Third sister, fourth sister said that the elder aunt is back, we should come and say hello as younger generations.” Luo Jingwei looked at Jingwan with a bright innocence, wondering whether she was just telling the truth or not.

Jing Wan nodded softly, but came quickly enough. "Go back to class. Grandma and aunt are talking right now. Don't bother. If you want to come later, Auntie Er and Auntie San will come back. Later, just ask her to say hello. ”

After listening to Jing Wan's words, those who were evaded by Luo Jing Ying, including six, seven, eight girls, except Luo Jing Ying himself, everything else folded back anyway.

Jing Wan bent over to Liu's knee and left. Next to Yuan Qiaoqiao, a little surprised, but also sample sample.

“Mother, look at Luo Jingwan like that, I can't even see you.” Luo Jing's eyes turned red.

Liu Shi pulled the pap, his eyes darkened, "Go back to class. ”

“Mother?”

“Young-good boy, we're really in a bad time.” Just because the elder brother-in-law was the ministry and the duke refused to bring up the husband, she wanted to please the elder sister, forgetting the others for a moment, and being reminded by the niece, if she was slapped, especially the four, she stood here and didn't know how to be laughed at.