However, Xie Yiying also felt that her belly was a little abnormal, although she had never been pregnant, she also had a little common sense of life, and her round belly at six months was a little hindered for her to see her toes, she touched her stomach with her palms in circles, and asked Shen Changxiu with a frown: "Grandfather, you are from here, should your belly be so big in six months?" ”

Shen Changxiu studied the belly of the Venerable Master for seven months, and he was also a little puzzled, so he ordered someone to bring the doctor over. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When Zhou Jin left, Xie Yiying was not at ease, so he just stuffed He Fei to him, the child is a little simpler, better than loyalty, and medical skills are also reassuring, so here Shen Changxiu dug out an old doctor who had lived in seclusion for many years from the distant mountain, and took care of her. Although the old doctor doesn't love money, he always has to spare his life, and his life is in his own hands, so Shen Changxiu is very relieved that he will give Xie Yiying a baby.

The doctor's surname is Ouyang, he is in his sixties, his beard is white, and his hair is white, every time he sees Xie Yiying, he sighs twice, and sighs that his old age is about to be difficult, Xie Yiying is not Shen Changxiu, he is still a little embarrassed in the face of Ouyang, so he smiled and pushed the small snack on the table to him: "Do you eat some Poria cake?" ”

Ouyang glanced at the pastry, sighed as usual, and then sat aside to check her pulse: "Does the young lady feel uncomfortable?" After speaking, he didn't wait for Xie Yiying to answer, he sighed, his upper body was close to half a minute, and his expression was a little serious.

Xie Yiying was most afraid of seeing the doctor who was holding the pulse showing such an expression, and she also frowned: "Doctor, is there nothing wrong?" ”

"Young lady, this vein, I'm afraid it's ......"

"What is it?" Xie Yiying didn't react yet, and Shen Changxiu, who was sitting on the side, was anxious.

"It's the twins." Ouyang looked at Shen Changxiu, Shen Changxiu was stunned for a moment, and then sat back on the chair with his mouth half open.

"Eggs?" Xie Yiying grinned, didn't understand what it meant.

"Twins." Ouyang explained to her again. Shen Changxiu also put away his mouth and looked at her at this time: "You are very powerful." ”

"I ......" Xie Yiying reacted, then looked down at his stomach and said, "I'll ......"

There are even two children in there?

Her first reaction was to tell Zhou Jin.

The transportation was not easy, Zhou Jin still sent someone to pass her a letter every half a month, and her thoughts fell on the paper, but she was more affectionate than he usually did. In a recent letter, there was only one title written on it: "Yi Ying Qingqing", and one was signed, "Husband: Zhou Jin". A few words, the pen fell again, but Xie Yiying understood the meaning.

Hui also only replied with four words: "look forward to returning to the chee".

At that time, Shen Changxiu still laughed at them: "Oh, that uncompetitive kid can still write such words, I thought he would only say peace and don't read it." ”

Xie Yiying took the letter paper and went to pick up people: "That's my father-in-law!" ”

However, she also knew that the old man just said this, but in fact, he liked Zhou Jin very much in his heart, and he could see it in his eyes when he mentioned people on weekdays.

One night, she suddenly woke up hungry, and happened to be in the spirit again, so she went to the small kitchen to steam an egg custard, and when she returned to the house, she vaguely heard the sound of people in the yard over there, so she took Qingmei over, and saw that the door of the house was open, and there was a candle inside, she stood there for a while, probably because the guards passed in, and Shen Changxiu sent someone out to invite her in.

After entering the house, he found that there was a man in black standing aside, Xie Yiying is now also used to Shen Changxiu's subordinates who see the head and the tail, only glanced at it, put down the tray in his hand, and brought the white porcelain bowl to the person: "You have a mouthful, I steamed egg custard, taste it while it's hot." Then she observed Shen Changxiu's expression and asked, "Is there any bad news?" ”

She knew that Shen Changxiu had always slept not early, on the one hand, she was worried about Zhou Jin's safety on the battlefield, and on the other hand, because he had gathered a steady stream of news here that he needed to analyze and decide, and the young people fought bloodily, and he was also escorting them in the rear.

It's just this time tonight...... It's a little late.

Xie Yiying was faintly uneasy.

Shen Changxiu hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to tell her or not, and then raised his eyes to look at the person, his eyes were like a deep sea countercurrent: "Meng Liu is injured, the situation is ...... Not good. ”

Xie Yiying's heart beat for a moment.

Meng Liu is Zhou Jin's brother, and she also gets along well with him, he is the kind of person who has a clear moon and a clear wind, born with the wind that shuttles between valleys. Once Zhou Jin wanted to go to see Zheng Rong secretly, and solemnly entrusted her to Meng Liu before leaving, at that time he had just returned from the battlefield, in the Liangzhou area, there would be a battle almost every half month, he sat in the camp tent and wiped the blood on the long sword, the sunset was reflected on his bloodstained face, his eyebrows were very deep, but when he looked at people, he was sparse and clear, "Don't worry," he laughed, showing his white teeth, "I want to protect her, who dares to touch her." ”

A certain male end, drunk and frivolous, is really crazy.

"There will be no more than seven days," Shen Changxiu wiped his finger on the map, connecting a straight line between the two points, "Zhou Jin will arrive in the capital." ”

Xie Yiying lowered his eyes and looked at the dark yellow paper under the candlelight, knowing that the short distance was to step on the bones of the corpse. Then she raised her hand and gently patted Shen Changxiu's shoulder: "Don't worry old man, try my egg custard." ”

It wasn't until she walked out of the house that she suddenly grabbed Qingmei's arm.

"Madame!" Qingmei saw that her face was wrong, and hurriedly supported her.

She was afraid.

How could she not be afraid.

That's her Zhou Jin.

When Zhou Jin stepped into the main hall, the air was filled with blood mist, and the blood was full of blood and seemed to flow down his fingers with a clenched fist. Ding Boiling voices were left behind, and the sunlight in the hall shone with golden light, bright and dazzling, as if it could cover all those blood stains.

Emperor Wen sat on the top of the dragon chair, looking down on him, even when the army was defeated, he was still high.

Zhou Jin dragged the long sword in one hand and walked towards him step by step, the sword rubbing against the ground and making a low sound.

"Father, in just a few steps, the son has walked for twenty-five years." He finally walked up to him and looked up at him, his eyelashes glued together by the dried bloodstains, his gaze dull and quiet.

"You're here for Shen Ci'an."

"Yes." Zhou Jin thought that he would question at this time and explain the things of the year, but when it really came to this point, he suddenly didn't want to say anything.

Emperor Wen looked at him mockingly: "You are the same person as me now!" ”

"No," Zhou Jin looked at the various ugly traces left by time on the face of this person in front of him, thinking of the twenty-year-old Shen Ci'an's smiling appearance on the portrait he saw, and shook his head slightly, "I would have been the same as you,"

"But I met my wife."

The world is so desolate, so cold, and yet in the midst of the storm, there is a man who will walk with him. She laughed, like good weather, his world, all the flowers were in full bloom.

He is not a good person, but when he meets such a good person, he really refuses to do bad things again. Love to the extreme, I can't wait to grow old overnight, and I will be plain to the point of whiteness.

"You've lost." (To be continued.) )