Chapter 241: Because I like warmth, 45

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North City, Jifu.
Wen Zhichen gave the written letter to the person in the house. It was a letter sent to Beichuan, and she also knew that the people in the house would hand over the letter to Ji Xubai.
In recent days, there have been a lot of things on the side of the Hanlin Academy. I often get busy late to come back. It’s rare to go back to the house very early today. I served the personal assistant Shi Ke, who was around Wen Zhi’s side, and handed him the letter. Ji Xubai only slightly glanced at it, and let Qingke send a letter.
More than four months have passed, and Wen’s stomach has gradually become more and more obvious. She has always had a backache, and people don’t like to move around. She always stays in Qingyuyuan and refuses to go. Mrs. Hou came to visit her. A few, but they are hot face posted cold and with a grievance left Qingyuyuan.
On the contrary, it is Ji Hou, who greets almost every three meals a day.
On this day, when I used lunch, I knew that my back was sore, but the main hall was urging several times. I knew that I had to endure the discomfort. I was assisted by the aides to go to the main hall.
Ji Houye and Mrs. Hou and the younger son of Mrs. Hou are waiting for her.
Mrs. Hou’s face was very ugly, and she looked at Wen Zhi’s stomach with a cold stomach. She sneered and said:
This is not a prostitute. Otherwise, these demons will have to pay the price sooner or later.

Ji Houye gave her a look: "What do you say? Didn't you see that you are uncomfortable?"
Mrs. Hou snorted and didn’t talk anymore.
Wen Zhi did not waver and walked down to sit down.
"Knowing it, but the waist is still sore?"
Wen Zhichen faintly responded, took the soup bowl of the acolyte, and took a sip of it without knowing it.
Ji Houye thought for a moment: "If you are uncomfortable, you will tell them about Qingke, let them go directly to Qingyuyuan, and don't have to come to the main hall to eat."
Wen Zhi nodded and continued to eat.
Ji Yi grabbed the spoon and pointed at the dish in front of Wen Zhi’s mother: "Mother and I want to eat that!"
Wen Zhizhi looked up and faintly glanced at him, suddenly holding his mouth and nose.
"What happened?"
Wen Zhizhi: "The dish... nausea."
Ji Houye knows that his daughter-in-law is not easy to take care of this child. It can stand up to any bad pool, even if people let the dish go.
Ji Yi wowed up and burst into tears: "I don't hurt me! I don't hurt me! I like this sister! Since she came to the house, I don't hurt me anymore!"
Mrs. Hou quickly hugged her crying son into her arms. "Eight children, don't cry, don't cry." While squatting, Mrs. Hou couldn't help but look up and look at the prince, "Hou. Grandpa, your grandson is a baby, isn’t your son? Is it just that I want to eat what he likes, can’t it?

"What do you say, you didn't listen to what the doctor said? Knowing that now is to have a good birth, what do you want to eat, and when can't you eat?"
When Ji Xubai returned from the Hanlin Academy, he accidentally heard the father and Mrs. Hou quarreling, and was also mixed with the cry of Jiyi.
And his wife, still eating slowly, was not affected by the other three on the table.
He knew that she was deliberate and knew that she did not want to be peaceful.
However, Ji Xubai seems to have no way to take such a warm knowledge.
When he entered the temple, Wen Zhi was obviously dead and stiff. It seemed that he did not expect that he would come back so soon today, but then he adjusted his look. Wen Zhizhi put down the tableware and got up. "I am full."