"Sister, just now my nephew kicked me," Shen Qingci really felt so wonderful. When her sister was born to brother Jin, she also touched her stomach, but she didn't feel fetal movement as clearly as just now.

"The two of them are skin like," Shen Qingrong said of her children, and she couldn't help stroking her bulging stomach. She had known for a long time that these two were not safe.

As a result, as soon as her fingers touched her belly, she felt as if the two children were fighting, rolling from her belly to this country, then to the other side.

If you want to ask her how to be sure it is two, it is not because one day there were three small handprints on her belly, and one child could not have three little hands.

It's not a child, but a monster. The doctors all said that there are two of them, and she is a mother. Naturally, she can feel it. These two are fighting every day and getting restless.

Sure enough, it was still quite uneasy. During the first six years of life, everything was smooth. But it was because these two wanted to eat fish that they didn't pay for their lives.

When you're born, I'm afraid you have to ask Master Jingkong to come here.

Although Shen Qingrong still has some lingering fear, but after knowing that her sister is OK, this heart is also put down, to feel that his stomach is a little hungry.

When she finished the table, she could have a good sleep. When she woke up tomorrow morning, she was afraid that it would be a sunny day again?

when Shen Qingci came back from Junwang mansion, she saw Changqing pulling a black and blue face, but she was laughing like a fool.

He touched his chest and squeezed his eyes at Changgeng. My daughter-in-law has saved enough, so are you.

Well, longgeng is better, but there are no less injuries on the face.

"Hiss..."

Changqing is different from another hiss, the pain of his own grin, "you say the Duke of Wei is what's going on, how are all hit in the face, can you change a place to hit, this face is hit like this, how to go out to see people?"

"It's your face that he's hitting," long Leng said.

Changqing felt his own pig's head and face again, and there was nothing to be reluctant to do. However, they had never heard of it. In this case, it was no harm to be beaten several times. Anyway, as long as there was silver, even if he was killed, he would be willing to.

"How's your sister?"

Shen Dingshan put down his chopsticks and asked Shen Qingci. He was a father, but he was embarrassed to see his married daughter. That was to say, there was no hostess in the mansion. But if there was a hostess, it would be even more troublesome, especially if she continued to marry. Who knows that this woman is good before marriage and what kind of face she will have after marriage.

In order not to let his children be bullied, so he did not intend to marry a sequel, but because there is no sequel, he knows how the eldest daughter is now?

Although he was partial to his younger daughter, the older daughter was born to him. He couldn't ignore it. It was only because the older daughter married well, so he didn't worry much.

However, once he had a good life, he was always worried about his children in his father's heart.

He sighed in his heart that it's really not easy to be a father. No matter how many children there are, no matter how old they are, it's just too much to worry about. What's more, he has been a mother and a father since he was a little boy.

but he didn't know whether he was guilty when he said these words. What's the meaning of being a father and a mother? It's clear that Shen Wenhao and Shen Qingrong are government officials As for Shen Qingci, she was raised by her own mother when she was four years old. After she was four years old, she had no mother. She was raised by her elder brother and sister. He was on an expedition at that time, and only once every few years did he go back to his house. When he came back, he found that his daughter was growing up again. Finally, when the world was peaceful, his daughters were all grown-up, and they wanted to The dowry.

"Father, don't worry, elder sister is all right," Shen Qingci counted the rice grains in the bowl and ate. She picked up the rice in a stuffy voice. After a while, she piled a pile of vegetables in her bowl.

Brand Heng worry or do not say a word to her bowl stacked, afraid she can not die.

It's not eating, it's feeding pigs.

She was eating less, but now there are so many dishes in the bowl. Although she likes to eat them, she doesn't want to talk because of too much.

Eating like this, she felt that she had to endure.

She counted another grain of rice, then secretly looked at the two people sitting opposite her,

SHEN Dingshan knocked on the table.

"Ah Ning, eat."

What else can Shen Qingci do? She has to bury her head and stuff the rice into her stomach. After filling this bowl, she still doesn't know how long it will take for her to eat the next meal.Finally, she finished all the food, but she was really up to it. She went straight to the incense making room, continued to make spices, and then stood like this for a few hours.

Her food is almost gone. Of course, there are some new flavors on the table.

This time, a product will have at least ten new flavors, three cold, two warm, one of which will have a magical effect, will be more or less with their own body temperature, and become a unique fragrance.

Of course, this kind of fragrance is also the most popular in Beijing.

After all, everyone wants a fragrance of their own, just like Shen Qingrong's cold plum fragrance. She is the only one in Beijing. Even if other people spend money, even if they think of any way, this kind of cold plum fragrance always belongs to Shen Qingrong. Even if it is similar, it is not Shen Qingrong's Species.

Because yipinxiang doesn't sell this kind of incense.

As for why yipinxiang is not sold, it is not that it can not be blended out, but also because Shen Biao Qing refuses to match it.

She took out the Pearl from her purse, and was used to touching her waist, only to find that the silver bell was missing.

Changqing said that the silver bell was close to the dead, so it was unlucky and had been lost.

She lost it and lost it. She didn't have the bell. It's really not used to it.

She took the night pearl and walked into her own room from the secret passage of the incense room. It was windy today, and it was cold outside.

With a squeak, she opened the door and saw that Lu Heng was sitting inside with a book in his hand. The dragon in the house was burning very well. He had already taken off his outer robe. His dusty face was reflected in the light, which showed a bit of jade quality.

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