Chapter 1745

Take a look at his second brother. Now they are all famous prodigies. They can read at the age of three, write at the age of four, poetry at the age of five, and paint at the age of six.

He also has some skills. He can paint his own face.

"Big sister, let's go out first."

Shen Qingci came over and didn't even look at the mess table behind him.

It's not that she doesn't want to see it, and it's not that she doesn't want to see it. She's afraid that she'll see it. What if she cries for a while?

Finally, Shen Qingci sent Shen Qingrong and the little Tuan who did not wash her face out of the house, while she sat on the chair, some of whom wanted to cry without tears.

When brand Heng came back, he saw Shen Qingci standing facing the wall. He didn't know what was good on the wall. How could he look so carefully? The result was when he still had no solution.

With a bang, Shen Qingci bumps his head against the wall. Even if he squats on one side and plays every year, he is scared. The hair on his body stands up in an instant.

Brand Heng thought step forward, also put the hand on Shen Qingci's shoulder, also pull her far away from the wall, how, this is the evil spirit?

How is it that you should hit the wall with your head? Is this wall so easy to hit?

He reached out and touched Shen Qingci's forehead, but also wanted to know whether it was damaged or not. Fortunately, it just turned red, and there was no big bag.

"Ah Ning, can I know what you are doing

He asked Shen Qingci.

Shen Qingci raised his face, also looked at the brand Heng care, and then sighed faintly. She really wanted to cry without tears. God really didn't want her to find that kind of thing, so it was time and again, and let brand Heng worry not finish the painting.

Soon after, Shen Qingci went outside the study with brand Heng. Like her incense room, it was a forbidden area in the whole palace. Even if it was cleaned, it was only entered by a specially assigned person. So what was it like just now? What is it like now?

However, Shen Qingci did not dare to go in and couldn't face it. So a painting turned into waste paper.

Brand Heng worry or don't understand, and he also raised his feet to go in.

As soon as I saw the brushes on the table and the painting that had been completely changed, I knew why?

"What's the matter?"

Brand Heng worries to ask Shen Qingci that he went out well. Now how has it become like this? Is it a bad thief?

Shen Qing sighed.

"The elder sister came with the Tuanzi. I was just looking at this picture, but I didn't take it away when I went out."

So

That's it.

This is the case.

becomes this.

"Nothing."

With a smile, he pressed the forehead of Shen Qingci again, "the picture is gone, and then you can draw a picture. Don't you have to hurt yourself?"

Shen Qingci glared at him.

How could he not feel the same pain with her? Just a sentence like this, and then draw a new one.

What he said was easy.

But it's so easy in itself.

When he enlarges the picture, he just looks for his own memory. What has not been drawn is what he wants to know. Therefore, if he draws a new picture according to his memory, it will only take one or two days to finish the painting.

"I'll do it a few more days."

Brand Heng worry is to comfort Shen Qingci again, "you don't have to worry, your mother's things, we will find."

Shen Qingci took another look at the picture which had been graffiti by children.

"I'll make spices."

She should turn grief and anger into motivation, make more spices and sell more money.

As a result, Shen Qingci went out.

"Ah Ning, what are you going to do?"

He was still afraid that Shen Qingci would try to find a wall again.

"Make spices."

She was very listless and returned to the brand Heng to think about it, but she left in a hot wind. Anyway, in terms of Shen Qingci, there is nothing in the world that can make her happy and make her feel happy.

But when Shen Qingci left, he shook his head with a smile. Then he went to the desk and picked up the pens with his own hands. After a while, he also asked people to clean the pens.

Ink is also wiped all over the table, and now brand Heng is worried that he does not care about his own ink, of course, also does not care about his pen, to some of the small face of Tuanzi.

His ink is some famous. It is very difficult to wash if there is no way to wipe it on his body.

Maybe ah Ning still doesn't know about it. He is afraid that he has to go to Junwang mansion once.After putting the pen away, he picked up the picture. Just as he was about to roll it up, what did he find?

He frowned a little, but also put the picture in front of his eyes. After looking at it for a moment, he carefully rolled up the picture and put it aside.

At the time of dinner, Shen Qing's speech was still a little somber.

"Nothing," he comforted her, "children don't know."

"I know," Shen wangci never blamed xiaotuanzi. If it's strange, she just blames herself. What's the relationship between this and Xiaotuan? It's because she didn't put away the paintings, and she didn't lock the door properly.

So it's none of Tuanzi's business. It's her own problem. She's also angry with herself. She's never angry with Tuanzi. Of course, she still likes Tuanzi the same way.

He picked up his chopsticks and put some dishes in Shen Qing's bowl.

"First of all, we'll have dinner, and then we'll go to Junwang's mansion once more."

"Where to go and what to do?"

Shen Qingci asked him strangely, "you didn't mean that the child was ignorant. It's not to go over and fight a league, right? "

" what are you thinking about? "

Then she piled some dishes in her bowl.

"I am also an elder of Tuanzi. How can I be angry with him?" Not to mention a picture, even if it is ten, he will be helpless, but will not blame the children.

If it's strange, it's just their own fault that they didn't put things well.

"Then why go?" Shen Qingci looks out of the window. It's getting late. They can use it for dinner.

"My ink is specially made. It sticks to the skin and needs to be cleaned with special things. It should be wiped a lot on the child's body?"

Shen Qingci's chopsticks also fell on the table.

And she also covered her face, but also think of Tuanzi's little face like a cat, but also really began to doubt life.

This seems to be a real trouble.

"Why, it's really on your body?"

"You'll find out in a moment."

Shen Qingci doesn't want to describe it, because what she describes now is not something else, but her heart which is already collapsing.

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