Meng Lanqing took the 500 taels of silver notes handed over by Meng Zhuqing with a smile, and then said, "You haven't answered me if I just said."

"What do you mean?" Meng Zhuqing didn't remember it for a moment. He was still feeling sorry for his five hundred taels.

Fortunately, he made a lot of military achievements and the emperor rewarded a lot of things. Otherwise, he would not have so much spare money to support his brother in squandering.

Meng Lanqing got five hundred taels and was in a good mood, so she didn't mind reminding her: "You get married and let your wife have one child and four sons."

Meng Zhuqing was amused and crying, "No matter whether we are my servants now, whether we marry a wife or not depends on my intention; no matter whether I don't have a girl I like, just about the order of my elders and young people, your brother has not yet gotten married, so how can I get married first?"

Meng Lanqing immediately looked extremely distressed, touched his stunning face and murmured: "I want to get married too, but with my face, which girl is willing to marry me... I look better than any girl..."

Meng Lanqing's pronunciation of the word "good-looking" is very heavy.

Meng Zhuqing was silent for a while before saying, "It's all my fault that I didn't share the burden with you in my mother's belly... Brother, why don't you beat me again? You should be happy so that you can let you pay attention to your face after a while."

Meng Lanqing nodded: "Okay."

Meng Zhuqing: "..." You are at least polite!

When Meng Zhuqing appeared in front of An Jing and Xiao Changyi again, her nose and face were swollen.

I don’t know how many times Meng Zhuqing appeared in front of An Jing and Xiao Changyi with a bruised nose...

An Jing was completely used to Meng Zhuqing's appearance as if she always looked like a pig's face, so she would no longer say Meng Zhuqing's face or Meng Lanqing's. She just really felt that Meng Lanqing should have a tendency to be violent.

Xiao Changyi has always been calm, and he didn't see Meng Zhuqing's pig-headed face at all. He was there while caring about the quietness of his confinement while taking care of his four children.

After a while, Meng Lanqing also came to the main hall, which was obviously different from Meng Zhuqing's bruised nose and swollen face. Meng Lanqing was very refreshed.

Looking at Meng Lanqing like this, he quietly looked at the sky, and then found an excuse to send Meng Lanqing and Meng Zhuqing out again.

Hearing the giggling baby laughter, An Jing immediately looked at the source of laughter, and then she saw that her third son An Yiqing was giggling again, and she didn't know what to be happy about.

An Jing immediately laughed: "My husband, why do you think Qing'er is having fun? She always laughs like this."

Qing'er in her family really smiles like Maitreya Buddha. She smiles like a lot. Even if he is just lying there quietly, he can be so happy and extremely happy.

Moreover, the son smiled very contagiously, and every time she looked at such a son, she would be very happy.

"I don't know." Xiao Changyi said lightly while holding the shaking bed, shaking it from time to time. After a while, he said softly again: "He loves to laugh." He paused, "Like you."

An Jing immediately asked with a smile: "Is he so fond of laughing? Why don't I know?"

"I know." He paused, and he added, "You are like this to me."

An Jing smiled and leaned her head towards him, "Who made you my husband? Of course I want to be a little special to you. No, not a little special, it's a little special. You are the most special to me."

Xiao Changyi felt very helpful when he heard this, and he didn't say anything, but rubbed the forehead of the person leaning towards him, while An Jing was rubbed and giggled.
Chapter completed!