C3 To Acknowledge a Daughter as a Son for a Dead Wife

Fu Shen didn't know how he had done it. Years later, he would be in a daze. He didn't wake up until the child was wrapped in a small brocade on the ground. Looking at the gaze of anticipation in his wife's dying breath, Fu Shen gritted his teeth. "It's my son... Madam has worked hard to raise the eldest son and grandson of the Fu Family." It was clearly something to be happy about, but he could hear a bitter taste in it.

The midwife who held her breath outside the carriage immediately knelt down and congratulated him loudly when she said 'it's a son'. Following which, a group of guards and attendants congratulated him in unison. Presumably, the butler had already sent someone to fly back to the capital to report the good news. When the word 'son' came out of the mouth, the faces of the two maids who were helping in the carriage immediately turned pale with fright. From then on, they did not take a deep breath. They only took the "Eldest Young Master" and wiped the swaddling clothes off his body.

"Why aren't there any cries?" When the young madam heard that it was her son, her extremely fair face revealed a gratified expression. Very quickly, she noticed that something was wrong. "Why isn't my son crying? Husband... I am different..."

At the same time, Fu Tine, who had gone through all kinds of hardships to come to this era, was rubbing her body when she heard these words. She struggled to open her eyes. Everything that entered her eyes completely shocked her.

Wasn't it just falling down from the stairs? No, falling down the stairs should be entering the surgical ward, but how could it be the obstetrics and gynecology department? Also, this didn't seem to be a hospital. It was more like a small and gorgeous room.

The little baby moaned. Fu Shen was extremely happy. "He made a sound. It's fine now. The child made a sound. Although Fu Shen had just become a father, he had experienced great shock and sorrow. After all, he had learned a lot. At this moment, he could see that the child was not ordinary. "Child, my child, are you looking at the prosperity of this world? Or are you trying to see through the unpredictability of this life? "

When this person died, he always kept a breath of air and relied on this breath to cross the Yin River and reincarnate. Then bring it to the next life. Originally, he thought that this child wouldn't be able to do it, but he never thought that he would personally bring him to this world. However, the child didn't cry the moment he was born. He thought that it was because he lost it during the reincarnation cycle. He did not know what to do. However, at that moment, he opened his eyes unexpectedly. He had never been able to open his eyes when he was just a newborn. It was an anomaly.

Fu Shen looked at his daughter's smooth and tender face and thought, It's a pity that such a beautiful girl has to be raised by me as a man.

The wife let out a long sigh of relief. "It's good this time. My husband will be able to give an account to the ancestors. As a wife, it is also considered..." Before she could finish her sentence, tears were already flowing down her face. "Husband, please give the child a name." The dying wife's heart was bright. Her body was wet with blood. It was a sign that she was about to die after giving birth.

Putting the child in a soft place, Fu Shen pondered for a while. "Fu Si, the head of the pavilion, how is it?" Originally, what Fu Shen was thinking was: Fu Si, the name of the boudoir is Tingting. She wants to be slim and graceful.

The lover complained about the distant night, and unexpectedly began to yearn for her. The sound of the flute left the pavilion late. Xiaojing did not worry about changing her hair. These few poems were his favorite. His wife should know what Fu Shen meant. "Husband... is in the prime of his life. If he... Marry the duke in the future. Remember, Fu Si... is the heir to the throne."

"My wife shouldn't have said that. On the day of our marriage..." Before she could finish her words, Madam had already spread her arms wide. Fu Shen panted a few times and continued, "You and I have promised to stay together for the rest of our lives. Now, you have given birth to my son. I will definitely not continue with her. "

Fu Shen held back his grief and warned the two maids in a low and stern voice, "The two of you treat Madam sincerely, and Madam views you as sisters. When you know the rule of not entering the ancestral grave and not entering the ancestral hall without a descendant. " The two of them had been bought into the palace by the young madam's family since young. When the young mistress got married, she would follow them. There was a sibling relationship between them.

The two girls hurriedly kowtowed, and one of them, the sharp-tongued one, was called Gui Er. "The eldest son is the descendant of the madam. Where did the old master say this?" This even changed the way she addressed him to the old master and madam. The other child also agreed, "Please be at ease, old master."

"From now on, the young master will be entrusted to the two of you to take care of him." According to the Zhou Rites, if a young wife like Fu Shen, who had passed away, wanted to continue the string, she would call the son of her deceased wife as the eldest young master, so that the second young master could be in the future. The line continued like this. If he was determined not to marry, he would call him the eldest son directly. Of course, this could also be changed in the future, but Fu Shen had said so at this moment. It was a sign of determination.

Fu Shen seriously straightened his clothes and sat down with his hands clasped together. Although he was begging, the difference in status between him and the slave owner was obvious. If the bow was too fake, the two girls would not be able to withstand it and would be scared to death. This bow was already enough.

To put it bluntly, Great Zhou was a slave. It was indeed good to be able to be sold into the noble family. It was only when one met a benevolent master who treated his servants well that it was truly good. For someone like Uncle Zhong Yi's estate, who had a prominent status and a strict family style and did not deceive his slaves, it was already a blessing that he had cultivated for several lifetimes.

The life of the slave was in the hands of the Mistress. If she were to be ruthless and kill him, there would be no sin at all. How could they dare to not be innocent about the duty of a slave? Lightly bowing was truly raising the status of two maidservants. "Master, there is no need to be like this. We, we..." It was already too late for words.

Upon hearing this, Fu Tine, who was swaddling in the swaddling clothes, already understood that she should have been reborn. Furthermore, she should have been reborn with the memories of her previous life.