Perhaps this soup is not bitter, but it is just her heart. Who makes her unable to give birth to a daughter?

"By the way, A Ning, are you really okay?"

Shen Qingrong quickly put down the bowl, held her sister's hand, and then looked her up and down. Isn't there a saying that is groundless? It's impossible to be so plain. Her sister is so kind that she can spread such a thing.

Something must have happened, right?

“What can I do?

Shen Qingci pretended to be puzzled."

"Maybe I haven't sold it for a month, so everyone outside feels like I might be dead, right?"

She said the most relaxed and casual words about the word "death".

Shen Qingrong hurriedly covered her mouth, "What are you talking nonsense? Why do you say this word "death"?

Shen Qingci smiled and unconsciously stroked his forehead gently, because this big gem blocked the wound between her forehead.

In fact, even her own did not expect that she would still be alive. She originally thought she was dead. After all, the sharp knife shot directly into her forehead. There must be several fatal holes on the body, chest, heart, and forehead.

The sharp knife that was originally taken by human life, so the person did not expect to let her survive, so it was ruthless and never had the possibility of giving her a life. The sharp knife was the one who hit her eyebrows at the moment, and the strength was not bad.

If his strength was lighter, it would be impossible that even such a hard gem would be less penetrated. It was the gem that saved her life, and her life was originally between the front lines.

So that person thinks she is dead, and she really doesn't think about it except for that one.

But this time he was about to disappoint him again.

Shen Qingci's life is very hard in this life, and it is impossible for her to die early easily. Just like her previous life, her life was hard in the previous life. Even if she had broken her wrist, she still lived for six years in the end.

Perhaps it was not yet time for her to die, so she could not die, let alone die in the hands of that person.

And now time has passed so long. I think that Luo Hengwu can still maintain his own face. Such a good man, her benefactor, cannot let others ruin her like this.

"A Ning, A Ning..."

Shen Qingrong called out his sister's name again.

How good is it? What did you think of again? Even if she shouted so many times, she didn't hear it.

Shen Qingci is now coming back to his senses and smiles at his sister.

"Sister, Xiaojiu looks very much like his sister."

"Is that?" Shen Qingrong now forgot Xiaojiu's appearance. She thought she was a daughter, but she was not, but she was still a brother, so she automatically threw Xiaojiu's away. As for what Xiaojiu looks like, he really forgot, but she knew that Xiaojiu is the most delicate and beautiful among these children. If she looks like her, she should be good-looking.

The children she gave birth to all looked like the Yuwen family, but none of them looked like her. Of course, she was not discouraged. She thought that her daughter would definitely be like her mother in the future. As a result, her daughter didn't wait, but she waited for a son who looked like her.

"Don't sister want to meet Xiaojiu?"

Shen Qingci thought that when Shen Qingrong heard that Xiaojiu looked like her, she would want to see Xiaojiu. She also compared it carefully. How similar Xiaojiu would be to her.

But Shen Qingrong did nothing, and even Xiaojiu's name didn't want to mention it.

"If you don't see me, what's the point?"

When Shen Qingrong mentioned the three brats, she felt angry. How much suffering she suffered in the past ten months? She had suffered so many times, and she had lost a corpse and four lives several times. She thought she was so hard that God should give her a daughter, so that she could have both children. As a result, three sons, three... sons.

Shen Qingci really felt sorry for his three little nephews. If he had been placed in ordinary families, he would have burned incense for a long time. But why, when he arrived in Prince Jun's Mansion, there was no joy at all, and he was even sad.

Shen Qingci sat above the carriage, wanting to go back to the Shuo Palace, but in the end she asked the coachman to change the route and go to Yipinxiang.

She felt that she should have a good idea of ​​the news that she was still alive. Otherwise, I am afraid that the people in the capital would think she was dead.

She doesn't want to be killed, and of course she doesn't want to be exploited by others.

If she hadn't been alive, her death would have been enough, and she knew very well.

So she had to do it well, at least, she had to live well within these few years. She dared not think about whether she would live a hundred years long. However, she would definitely live until some people were in a prevalent way. Otherwise, her rebirth would have no meaning at all. All her efforts would eventually go to waste.

Because that person will not give them a way out, no matter whether it is the eldest brother or sister, if it is not Luo Hengli, what kind of end will be like? Could it be that she still couldn't imagine?

When the carriage arrived at Yipinxiang, Yipinxiang's door was always crowded with people. Even if it was a big storm, it would have no impact on Yipinxiang's business.

The gate of Yipinxiang has never been closed even during the Chinese New Year. Of course, Yipinxiang in Beijing has earned a lot of money for Shen Qingci. Every time Yipinxiang has a new fragrance, it is Yipinxiang's business, which is getting higher and higher.

Before she was injured, she was in a very good mood. In one breath, she brought out eighteen new fragrances, warm fragrances and cold fragrances, all of which were there. The fragrance of each smell was not the same as before. Of course, every fragrance was also unexpected and would make people addicted. Such fragrances are very popular, whether they are conscious or not. Thinking about it, such spices must be what everyone wants.

Yiwei Xinxiang is rare, let alone the eighteen new fragrances are released together. No wonder so many people are lined up at Yiwei Xiang’s door.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted open, and Sanxi quickly took a pedal and placed it on the ground.

Shen Qingci walked out of it. She was still wearing a light purple dress, and her lower skirt was embroidered with fine wisteria flowers. It was not very embroidered, but it was extremely fine and beautiful. In the entire capital, only Shen Qingci could wear purple like this.
Chapter completed!