Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update to the latest chapter of the Rebirth of a Lady: The Second Wife of the Hou Mansion!"Sister, my nephew kicked me just now," Shen Qingci really felt amazing. When her sister was giving birth to her brothers, she also touched her belly, but she didn't have the obvious ability to do as before. You feel your baby move.
"The two of them are skinny," Shen Qingrong mentioned of her child, and she couldn't help but gently caress her swollen belly. She knew from the beginning that these two were not the same.
As a result, as soon as her finger touched her belly, she felt that the two children were fighting, rolling from her belly to this country for a while, and then to the other side for a while.
I have to ask how she is sure that there are two. Isn't it because one day there were three small handprints on her belly, it is impossible for a child to have three small hands.
That is not a child, but a monster. The imperial physician always said that these are two, and she is a mother, and she can naturally feel it. These two are fighting every day and have a restless temper.
Sure enough, it was still quite uneasy. During the first six years of his life, everything went smoothly and profitably, but because the two wanted to eat fish, they didn't lose their lives.
When I was born, I was afraid that I would really have to invite Master Jingkong to come over.
Although Shen Qingrong still has some lingering fears, after knowing that his sister is okay, this heart is also let go, and he feels that his stomach is a little hungry.
When she finished a table of meals, she could finally get a good night's sleep and wake up tomorrow morning, afraid it will be another sunny day, right?
When Shen Qingci came back from King Jun's Mansion, he saw Changqing pulling a ugly face with a swollen nose, but he was smiling like a fool.
He touched his chest and squeezed his eyes at Chang Geng. My daughter-in-law had already saved enough, so are you about it.
Well, it's better for the longer ones, but the injuries on this face are not rare.
"hiss……"
Changqing hissed again because of different reasons, and grinned in pain, "What happened to the Duke Wei Guo? No matter what happened to the face, can you hit it in another place? How can you go out to meet people if you are hit like this?"
"He slapped you in the face," Changer said coldly.
No matter how Changqing touched his own pig's face, there was no reluctance. There was still money to be beaten. They had never heard of it. Since it is so, it doesn't matter if so many times, anyway. As long as he has talent, even if he is killed, he is willing.
"How is your elder sister?"
Shen Dingshan put down the chopsticks in his hand and asked Shen Qingci. As a father, he was embarrassed to see his married daughter. This is the trouble of not having a mistress in the house, but if there is a mistress, it is even more troublesome, especially If you continue to marry, who knows that this woman is good before getting married, and what kind of face she will have after getting married.
In order to prevent his sons and daughters from being bullied by others, he had no intention of marrying Suixuan, but because he didn't have a Suixuan, no, he knew what happened to his eldest daughter even now?
Although he had a partial love for the younger daughter, but the eldest daughter was born to him, he could not ignore it, and it was just because the eldest daughter was married well, so he did not worry a lot.
But no matter how good his life is, he is always worried about his children in his father's heart.
He sighed in his heart. It’s really not easy to be a father. No matter how many children there are, and no matter how old they are, it’s just a heartbreaking heart. What's more, he has been a mother and a mother since he was a child. Dad's person,
I just don’t know if he said these words, whether he was guilty of conscience or not, what it means to be a father and a mother, obviously, Shen Wenhao and Shen Qingrong were brought up by the grandmother of the house, as for Shen Qingci, When she was four years old, she was raised by her own mother. After she was four, she had no mother. She was raised by her elder sister. He was going out at the time. He returned to the mansion every few years. When he came back, he found that his daughter had grown up again. In the end, the world was peaceful, but his daughters were all grown-ups, and they all had to dowry.
"Daddy, don't worry, eldest sister is fine," Shen Qingci counted the rice grains in the bowl and ate, she muffled the rice, and after a while, there was a pile of vegetables in her bowl.
Branding still gave her the bowl without saying a word, as if he would not be able to support her.
This is definitely not eating, but feeding pigs.
She had eaten little, but now there are so many dishes in the bowl. Although she loves to eat, she doesn't want to talk because there are too many.
After eating like this, she felt that she had to bear it.
She counted another grain of rice, then secretly looked at the two people sitting across from her,
Shen Dingshan knocked on the table.
"A Ning, eat."
What could Shen Qingci do, she could only bury her head and stuff the rice into her stomach resignedly. After filling this bowl, she still didn't know how long it would take to eat the next meal.
Finally, she ate all the food, but she really supported it. She ran directly to the incense making room, continued to make spices, and stood like this for a few hours later.
Her food is almost gone, and of course there are some new fragrances on the table.
This time, one product will have at least ten new scents, with three cold and warm two flavors. One of them will have a magical effect. It will more or less form a unique fragrance with its own body temperature.
Of course, this kind of incense is the most popular among ladies in Beijing.
After all, everyone wants a fragrance of their own, like the cold plum fragrance on Shen Qingrong, and she is the only one in Jingzhong who has it. Others, even if they are flowers, even if they have tried everything. The way is just this kind of cold plum fragrance, which belongs to Shen Qingrong from beginning to end, even if it is a similar fragrance, it is not the kind of Shen Qingrong.
Because Yipinxiang does not sell such incense.
As for why Yipinxiang is not sold, it is not that it cannot be blended, but also because Shen Biaoqing is unwilling to match such a fragrance.
She took out the Yezhuzhu from her purse again, and then she was accustomed to wanting to touch her waist, only to find that the string of silver bells was missing.
Changqing said that the silver bell was close to the dead, so it was unlucky and had been lost.
And if she lost it, she lost it. She didn't have any bells. It was not too accustomed to this feeling.
She took Ye Mingzhu and walked into her house from the secret path of the incense room. It was windy today and it was a bit cold outside.
With a squeak, she opened the door, and saw that Lo Hengsi was sitting inside, watching with a book in her hand. The ground dragon in the house was burning very hot, and he had already taken off his robe. Chuchen's face was reflected in the light, and it became more and more radiant.