Zhen Wanjun was kicked awake by the naughty child in her belly.

Opening her eyes, the unfamiliar environment made Zhen Wanjun confused for a moment, and then she remembered that this was not a snail residence in Shangshanfang, but the Wei Palace in the deep courtyard.

"Mrs. Jiang, you wake up. I will serve you to dress and wash."

A strange voice came into Zhen Wanjun's ears.

Looking through the sound, Zhen Wanjun saw a 14-5-year-old girl with a pair of buns: "Are you..."

"Reply to Mrs. Jiang's words, my maid is Nuanyu. She is a fourth-class maid in the mansion. Follow the old master's instructions to take care of your daily life." The little girl Shuangyaji replied quickly, and as she said, she seamlessly switched to a pitiful expression: "Madam, I have never served noble people before, and I am a little clumsy in doing things. Please don't drive me out of the inner courtyard!"

"Didn't you serve Duke Tang before?"

Zhen Wanjun was a little surprised. She supported the bed with both hands and planned to sit up, but Nuanyu quickly helped her.

Nuanyu looked a little thin, but she was quite powerful. Not only did she easily help Zhen Wanjun, she even had the strength to answer the question: "Madam, you said Mr. Tang is the old man, right? The worst one is the second-class maid by the old man. I, a fourth-class maid, didn't even have the qualifications to enter the main courtyard before. This time, it was all thanks to you. Madam, don't drive me away. If Madam, you drive me away, I can only go back and continue washing clothes..."

Nuan Yu chattered and Zhen Wanjun finally figured out the situation, so she stopped refusing Nuan Yu to serve her.

If a laundry girl with no father, mother and no background missed the opportunity she finally seized and was labeled as a negative label of being rejected and returned, she would probably be hard to make a comeback in her life.

So, under the clumsy warm jade, Zhen Wanjun completed dressing and washing, and also knew where her husband was going.

Before dawn, Jiang Boding, who had been staying up all night, had already searched for Mr. Tang to review it with the manuscripts he had written all night.

"Husband is really..."

Zhen Wanjun couldn't help but shook her head with a headache. Her husband had no idea about talent and knowledge, but this kind of human relationship is too bad. How could he go to look for Mr. Tang to review the manuscript so early? Mr. Tang must have been in a good mood before he got up.

But then he thought about it, Zhen Wanjun felt that Mr. Tang was a pure elder and he would not react like mediocre people. Perhaps he would appreciate his husband more and more... it was impossible to say...

Just as he was thinking, the child in his stomach suddenly became a mess again, and Zhen Wanjun's belly was protruding with obvious marks.

"Don't kick, don't kick, and you will kick my mother's belly."

Zhen Wanjun quickly communicated with the child in her belly through her belly. Since she entered the inner courtyard where Mr. Tang lived, the child has become very active.

Perhaps because she felt the existence of her mother, the baby in Zhen Wanjun's belly gradually became quiet again, and Zhen Wanjun could even feel her child curling up and entering a deep sleep state.

Alas, I don't know if I can stay for a while...

Zhen Wanjun sighed with a smile. This was really a sweet trouble.

"Madam, you must be pregnant with a young man."

Nuan Yu said with fun.

Zhen Wanjun likes to hear these words, and she wants to give birth to a son for Jiang Boding from the bottom of her heart.

It’s not that Zhen Wanjun prefers boys over girls and doesn’t like her daughter, but that Jiang Boding’s family has been passed down to this generation. Yuli she cannot let Jiang’s bloodline be cut off. Yuqing also hopes that she will have incense to eat every New Year Festival in a hundred years and will not become a lonely ghost who is no one to worship...

As for the daughter, it is not too late to give birth to a child slowly after giving birth to a son.

However, even if she likes to listen to flattery and her upbringing since childhood made Zhen Wanjun not happy. She even modestly said: "I haven't given birth, who knows whether it's a man or a woman? She is a headache-inducing monkey-like daughter."

"Absolutely a young man!" Nuan Yu insisted on her point of view, then took out a list like a magic trick and asked, "Madam, what breakfast do you want, do you want to eat? This is the food served in the kitchen this morning. Madam, order whatever you want, and then I will go to the kitchen to pick it up."

Looking at the ordering menu, Zhen Wanjun felt a little emotional. She lived this life before she elopes with Jiang Boding.

Miss it?

Missing.

Do you regret it?

No regrets.

Zhen Wanjun shook her head, calmed down her nostalgia, ordered a few light foods, Nuanyu quickly took the food in a meal box and served Zhen Wanjun to finish it.

"Madam, you should go out for a walk after eating! The old man specifically told me that even if the wife is a pregnant woman who is about to give birth, she should maintain moderate activities so that she will have a little easier when giving birth... Oh, right? Also, the old man also said that, except for his study, you can walk around in the inner courtyard without any restrictions. Then you can go out of the mansion, but you have to bring the mother who will take delivery with you in the mansion, and also take good protection. After all, the plague outside has not yet subsided..."

Nuanyu was tidying up the dishes and talking nonsense, saying that this girl had a very good memory.

"Mr. Tang is indeed a considerate and sincere elder."

After hearing this, Zhen Wanjun couldn't help but admire her sincerely. At least in terms of taking care of others, her husband is far inferior to Tang Zhuang.

Of course, even if my husband wants to do this, the Jiang family does not have such conditions.

Fortunately, my husband has been appreciated by Mr. Tang, and the Jiang family will get better soon.

"Yeah, yeah!"

Nuan Yu nodded vigorously with Yourong, and Zhen Wanjun couldn't help but smile when she looked at her slightly dumbfounded look.

Then go out for a walk, and just take the opportunity to see the scenery outside the Wei Palace that no one can see.

Zhen Wanjun stood up and walked out of the house. Nuanyu quickly threw down the bowls and chopsticks and went to support her, but was rejected by Zhen Wanjun, who thought she didn't need to be taken care of in this way. Nuanyu could only follow her side.

When you leave the house, you will see a garden full of strange flowers and plants, sometimes decorated with rockery. There are winding pebbles and a corridor full of wisteria. A long row of red bricks and green tiles, and a double-decker room with flying eaves and corners can be seen vaguely on the opposite side of the corridor.

Groups of girls in the garden were scattered everywhere. While eating breakfast, they seized the time to debug various musical instruments, and talked in a low voice from time to time, making laughter that was hard to hear clearly.

Several girls with good looks were each in one place, babbling and chanting, with beautiful voices and singing and reciting.

"Madam, the people who practice musical instruments are all famous female musicians in Yujing. Those who practice voices are either singers or courtesans. The old man likes to listen to many people playing music, so he summoned these people into the mansion to play music every day..."

Nuanyu explained beside her, and Zhen Wanjun nodded twice. In fact, she had known about this for a long time. After all, her husband Jiang Boding had been helping Mr. Tang copy the story of "Journey to the West" during this period, and I heard of it occasionally in the inner courtyard of the King of Wei's Mansion.

Zhen Wanjun didn't want to disturb the girls who were practicing quickly, so she walked slowly along a pebbly path towards the distance that was basically unmanned.

It was probably too early, and there was a faint morning mist floating between the flowers and plants. The moist air with the fragrance of flowers made Zhen Wanjun feel very comfortable. She even gave birth to a strong illusion that she was in famous mountains and rivers.

I really didn't expect that there was such a good place in Yujing.

"Madam, you also feel very comfortable, right? Let me tell you something quietly, don't tell outsiders! In fact, everyone is secretly rumoring that the spiritual energy in the middle courtyard is particularly sufficient, and staying here for a month can prolong your life for a year! And girls will be nourished by the spiritual energy and slowly become beautiful. There were several ugly musicians in the orchestra with pockmarks on their faces, but now all the pockmarks on their faces are gone. Now countless people outside want to squeeze into the inner courtyard, and even His Royal Highness the Princess keeps making excuses to visit..."

Nuan Yu lowered her voice and said mysteriously.

After hearing Nuanyu's words, Zhen Wanjun's first reaction was - how could such a thing happen?

Zhen Wanjun was born in a noble family and although she was not a cultivator, she still understood some basic common sense.

There is no place with particularly sufficient spiritual energy in the Yujing City covered by the true dragon energy.

And if you take a step back, even if you are a blessing in the world with very sufficient spiritual energy, you will definitely not be able to prolong your life by one year in one month. It is nonsense that spiritual energy can beautify it.

If nothing unexpected happens, the Wei Palace has mostly set up a relatively clever spiritual gathering array to gather all the thin spiritual energy around it here.

However, Zhen Wanjun did not refute Nuan Yu's wrong perception, because she was not sure whether this wrong rumor was deliberately released by the Prince of Wei's Mansion.

In this world, many things that seem completely unreasonable at first glance actually have reasonable reasons behind them.

So Zhen Wanjun, who was unanimous, continued to walk forward with her pregnant belly. After slowly walking around the corner, she saw a beautiful, deep nose, tall, sitting on the stone by the road with her legs in her arms. The oriole seemed to be in a daze.

Zhen Wanjun coughed lightly, and Hu Ji, who was dazed, suddenly woke up and looked over. After seeing Zhen Wanjun's pregnant belly clearly, she quickly stood up and asked: "Good morning, Mrs. Jiang, I am Ayiguna."

"Good morning." Zhen Wanjun was a little surprised: "Have we seen it before?"

"I haven't seen it before." Ayiguna shook her head and replied in Dayan's official language with a little exotic accent: "I just happened to hear about Mrs. Jiang, you were taken to the mansion by the old man to be born last night, so I can recognize you at a glance."

"That's it." Zhen Wanjun nodded: "Ayiguna, are you also a musician?"

"That's right." Aiguna nodded: "By thanking the old man's trust, I was the conductor of the First Orchestra."

Commander?

Zhen Wanjun's mind turned around and roughly understood the meaning of the title of Commander, and couldn't help but praise: "Ayiguna, you are so amazing. The musicians selected by Gong Tang are the best in Yujing. If you can be a Commander, you must be the best among the best."

"Well, they are really amazing, just..."

Ayaguna bit her lip.

"What is it?"

Zhen Wanjun had nothing to do, so she followed Aiguna's words and asked more questions.

"That is, including me, everyone has been working hard to arrange and practice the music and practice this time, but they can't satisfy the old man. I'm almost wondering what to do."

Ayiguna replied with distress, even Zhen Wanjun could see that she was under great psychological pressure.

Perhaps it is because of this that Ayagna talked about this kind of thing to Zhen Wanjun, who did not belong to the Wei Palace when she first met.

"I heard that you are practicing the songs composed by the old man?"

Zhen Wanjun asked.

"Well, they are all songs composed by the old man! He has composed a lot of songs and taught us a seven-sounding scale, but we can't satisfy him after so long..."

Ayiguna became more and more distressed. After all, she didn't know that Tangning could use the system to read their progress at any time.

"When you practice, can I listen?"

Zhen Wanjun couldn't help but become interested. She was a little interested in finding out whether the elder Chunchun Gong Gong was too demanding, or whether Ayiguna, the first orchestra who was in charge, failed to understand the true meaning of the song.

In fact, all the songs in this world are integrated into the emotions of the creator, whether they are happy, sad, bitter, spicy, or sweet, or simply mixed with flavors, and there is always a theme.

"Of course!" Ayaguna gave a positive answer: "The old man said that everyone in the yard can listen as long as there is nothing to do, and even give suggestions after listening."

Zhen Wanjun was about to say something else when she suddenly heard the tingling sound.

"Mrs. Jiang, I have to go and practice together. It's on the stage by the lotus pond. We will rest for a while except for lunch. You can go there any time if you want to listen to it."

After leaving such words, Ayaguna hurried away.

Zhen Wanjun wanted to go over and take a look immediately, but her stomach raised objections - pregnant women, especially pregnant women who are old in the month, have their bladder squeezed by the fetus and go to the toilet very frequently.

When Zhen Wanjun arrived by the lotus pond, the two orchestras that played their own music through the stage had already started practicing. Old Master Tang, who was pushed by Zi Yan and Lu Zhu in a wheelchair, happened to arrive at the same time as Zhen Wanjun.

Zhen Wanjun, who knew etiquette and politeness, hurriedly went to ask Mr. Tang first.

"Mrs. Jiang, you're here just right." Old Master Tang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, still looked like an approachable and Chunchun elder: "Have you ever heard of such a rumor that there is a big treasure buried in the Wei Palace?"

What? Is there a big treasure buried in the Wei Palace?

Zhen Wanjun was stunned by the question. Mr. Tang suddenly told me why this kind of thing was done?

After considering it for a while, Zhen Wanjun chose to answer truthfully: "Duke Tang, I have never heard of such rumors. I think this is mostly nonsense."

Unexpectedly, this answer seemed to be wrong, because Old Master Tang twitched his lips when he heard this, and said earnestly: "Mrs. Jiang, this is not nonsense. You have to believe that this rumor is true... You know what I mean, right?"

Mr. Tang, I really don’t understand.
Chapter completed!