Hanging on the wall is a poster of "Kung Fu" from that year. The mute girl is in the arms of Master Xing, and the two sides are looking at each other lovingly.

"Huang, tell me clearly!"

After Zhong Xiuxiu recovered from the shock, with an angry look on her face, she pointed at the celebrity on the poster and asked: "Who drew me on it? And who is this old guy?"

Huang Zhicheng's mouth was full of bitterness at this time.

Since there was no Internet or mobile phone in Fujian before, when he came back two days ago, he went to the Intelligence Bureau to turn on his computer and proudly posted on the forum: "Oh, I accidentally made my sister pregnant. I'll treat my brothers to a drink later."

Full Moon Wine.”

At the bottom of the post, a row of neat replies quickly appeared: Congratulations, good gifts will be sent to you soon.

Huang Zhicheng now understands that these people who pretend to be gift-giving are actually here to hold back their misfortune!

At this moment, in front of his eyes, he seemed to see a group of black figures grinning: "I've tolerated you for a long time!"

"Madam, this is a misunderstanding. Please listen to my husband's explanation."

Huang Juren was sweating on his forehead, his mind was racing, and after stammering twice, he found that he really had no words to say, so he could only tell the truth: "The person in the picture is not a lady, just a pair of actors."

"The actor." Zhong Xiuxiu sneered: "This is strange, why does the actor look like me?"

"What a coincidence."

"What a coincidence? Then this poster appeared here by chance?"

"Perhaps the troupe has a new play and sends people out to advertise it to attract customers?"

"My husband is very familiar with the troupe. It's so nice. I have nothing to do. I will go to the theater with my husband. It will relieve my boredom."

"This" Huang Zhicheng found that he had fallen into the trap of lies: the more he lied, the bigger the hole became.

Seeing Huang Juren speechless, Zhong Xiuxiu lost her mind at this moment.

After waving the servant out of the room and closing the door, Zhong Xiuxiu sat cross-legged on the bed and silently pointed to the sofa beside her.

Just like being found text messages from an old lover, Huang Juren saw his expressionless wife at this moment. The survival genes in the cells all over his body were screaming warnings. However, he could only pretend to be calm and slowly walked forward to sit down.

At the same time, the brain is running at high speed to think of countermeasures.

Their eyes met, Zhong Xiuxiu looked at Huang Juren quietly for a while, then sighed: "Husband, how long are you going to keep this secret from me?"

"Hiding? What are you hiding?" Huang Juren said in a loud voice, seemingly very reasonable.

Zhong Xiuxiu smiled at this moment, but changed the subject a thousand miles away: "At the end of last year, you went to Quanzhou to visit friends, but you didn't expect guests to come home. These people who came here were you on the rooftop.

Fellow fellow at the foot of the mountain.”

When Zhong Xiuxiu said this, she sighed again: "Oh, it's hard to deal with this group of people. They traveled across the state and county, and they just ran from Hangzhou to Fuzhou and found our door."

"Huang Ping." When Zhong Xiuxiu said this, she asked with a half-smile, "Does your mother have any brothers or sisters?"

"Oh, there was an uncle who died of illness a long time ago."

"But among that group of farmers, there is a descendant of your aunt who is the same age as you. It is said that your aunt was sold to Linxian when she was seven or eight years old. Are you surprised?"

Huang Zhicheng was shocked: "This must be a fake. I have never heard of it."

"Okay, okay, just treat it as a fake."

Zhong Xiuxiu seemed to accept her husband's explanation.

After asking a question that seemed impossible to answer, Zhong Xiuxiu changed the subject and said slowly: "I thought that the strange accent that my husband used to speak from time to time was probably the dialect of the Taizhou countryside.

I don’t want to meet my husband and talk to the general’s men a few days ago, so that I can know the secrets of the world.”

Speaking of this, Zhong Xiuxiu stared at her husband with sharp eyes: "These old brothers under the general, are they all my husband's fellow villagers, coming from the same group of bandits in Tiantai Mountain?"

"Ahem, cough, cough." Mr. Huang started to cough lifelessly. After a while, he blushed and said, "My husband is a governor of the Yamen Zan Hua. I usually interact with this group of people a lot, and I accidentally contracted it."

The accent is also reasonable."

"Well, my husband said yes." Zhong Xiuxiu had no intention of questioning this confession that was full of errors and omissions.

r                         The young girl sitting on the bed turned around and looked at the poster on the wall. There was a bit of memory in her expression, but she told another story: "I remember it was the middle of the year before last, when you and I were newlyweds.

Not long after, Yan Er went to Fuzhou City together. My husband works as an errand for Master Xiong, and I do nothing else every day except waiting for my husband to get off work so that we can have fun together."

"I didn't expect that one day, my husband would be woken up late at night, saying that there was an emergency at Daofu Mansion."

Zhong Xiuxiu recalled this with a sly smile on her face: "I stared at the lantern from the window and knew that my husband had not left the house, but had gone to the small study first."

"I was still young at that time and was very playful. How could I know the importance? So I changed my clothes, walked around the small garden, and lay down under the window of the small study."

"I can't blame my husband for not allowing anyone to enter the study room on weekdays, not even my concubine."

When Zhong Xiuxiu said this, she turned around and looked at Huang Juren with a smile: "My husband usually works hard to hide his words. This is the first time I heard all of that strange accent."

Huang Juren's mouth was half open at this time, his face was pale, cold sweat was pouring from his head, his mouth and tongue were dry, and he could no longer speak.

"What? Someone leaked the news and wanted to go out of the city to inform Zheng Zhilong? Damn it, what do you do at Fuzhou Station? Aren't you keeping close surveillance?"

The next moment, Zhong Xiuxiu imitated the first sentence she overheard that night in a rough voice.

When Huang Zhicheng heard this, he immediately remembered that an emergency had occurred on the night before Zheng Zhilong was intercepted. At that time, he was discussing countermeasures with Fuzhou Station Chief Song Jia via walkie-talkie in pure Mandarin.

Zhong Xiuxiu then said the second sentence: "What do you want me to do? Mobilize troops and seal the city? Then you have to send someone to inform Lao Xiong first, and then I will rush over to help."

Huang Zhicheng had given up treatment at this time, because he remembered the third and most critical sentence he said at that time: "Hurry up and kill all the traitors. I said you should stop making mistakes, and I suddenly jumped like this

If I come out to wipe your butts, I will be easily exposed. Don't treat the Ming Dynasty officials as fools."

After listening to the third sentence recited by Zhong Xiuxiu, Huang Juren no longer had pain in his waist, stopped sweating, and his face calmed down - his background had been revealed, what else was there to panic about?

At this time, Zhong Xiuxiu stared closely into her husband's eyes and said one word after another: "Huang Ping and Huang Zhicheng, you are a rebel!"

"Hahaha." Huang Juren stood up at this time, first put on a rosy look and laughed three times, then bowed and saluted Zhong Xiuxiu on the bed: "My wife, my husband is really a traitor."

"Hahaha! I knew it!" At this moment, Zhong Xiuxiu, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, suddenly jumped up and hugged Huang Zhicheng's neck: "Quickly take out your box that can transmit sound thousands of miles, and the one that can read

Don’t think I don’t know about the glazed box of shadows and paintings.”

Huang Zhicheng was dumbfounded. He now felt that this woman might have suffered from pregnancy syndrome and could no longer distinguish the priorities of the problems: "Is this woman a rebel against her husband!?"

Zhong Xiuxiu said softly at this time: "Marry a chicken and follow the chicken. I have been a member of your Huang family for a long time. Now that I have a child in my belly, what if I rebel? The worst I can do is ransack my house and behead me. I won't regret it."

Seeing Huang Zhicheng's moved eyes, Zhong Xiuxiu asked again: "Is it the pirate master that you band of rebels are supporting? I don't know what kind of benefits you were promised, but you, a dignified civil servant, are determined to work for others."

"Ahem." Huang Zhicheng had to explain at this time: "Madam, you guessed something right just now. We are all from the same hometown, so we all have the same accent."

Later that day, Comrade Huang Zhicheng posted a pinned post on the forum. The post first scolded the bastards behind the prank, and Mr. Huang also threatened to attack the mothers of these people.

Next, Mr. Huang will tell everyone: He was an undercover agent and was discovered by his wife. How did he break it? How much inside information did he tell his wife? Waiting online, urgent!

In the same corridor, Huang Zhicheng and his wife were making a lot of noise, and Mr. Huang and his wife in another ward were also very busy these days.

An intern sent by the hospital began to teach the couple. The content of the course was very simple: an introduction to the entire embryo transfer process and the general

Rough principle.

In later generations, this kind of content was regarded as simple knowledge of a popular science nature. However, for Mr. Huang, who had no concept of the modern scientific system, this was a fantasy.

In addition, the theoretical level of this intern is not very high and he just memorized textbooks, so the effect of this lecture is really not very good.

But this was enough for the Huangs. Especially when they looked at the microscope, they realized that there were countless tiny insects on the surface of everything that seemed clean.

So after Mr. Huang and his wife made a judgment based on their own life wisdom, they decisively accepted embryo transplantation, also called in vitro fertilization, on a suitable day.

The treatment was personally performed by the director, Dong Qiang. Although the whole treatment process was not very painful, it was quite a long battle.

After the doctor removes the sperm and eggs of the couple on the same day, they first undergo in vitro embryo fertilization. This process usually takes a few days. After that, the doctor will move the best-developed embryo among the candidates into the mother's uterus.

The next step is to wait - on the 14th day after the embryo transfer, serum hcg is measured to determine whether pregnancy is present.

The operation that Dong Qiang performed on the Huang family was not much different from that of later generations. The only difference was the gender of the fetus.

In later generations, it was generally not allowed to select the gender of an embryo, although doctors had long mastered the technology of gender identification, which was used when transplanting "imported" cow embryos on farms.

But for the Huang family, considering that Huang Xie is already an advanced maternal age and it is impossible to give birth again under current conditions, she must conceive a boy this time.

A baby girl means very little to the Huang family, which desperately needs a male eldest heir. Once Mrs. Huang becomes pregnant with a baby girl, there will be endless troubles - if other wives and concubines are pregnant with baby boys, it will herald war and cruelty in the back house.

"seizing children" and other behaviors.
Chapter completed!