The fat woman got carried away for a moment, forgetting the fatness of her body, and she turned around with difficulty, hitting the pillar behind her.

She let out a bitter curse, and then walked away with a haughty step as if nothing had happened, leaving behind a meaningful smile.

He Yan heard the movement and stared at her early. She recognized her as the Huang Lady, who had just received her right to distribute the moon silver earlier.

She didn't miss the fat woman's actions just now, and there was a thoughtful expression on her face, and then she thought of herself in women's clothes, thinking that she recognized herself.

But there was something strange about her smile that made her puzzled. She shook her head, and she didn't think about it anymore, thinking that it would be good to remind Lin Xi to pay attention to this person.

She looked up at the sky, and the hexagram suddenly echoed in her head.

"Floating in the past life, redeeming in this life

The love between the two worlds is one step away

Rising in the east and falling in the west, the sky lasts forever

Eleven accidental, twelve inevitable"

She had some clue at the moment, and she no longer felt ridiculous, and muttered in a low voice: The love between the two worlds is one step away.

She couldn't help but feel funny, but she was sad in her heart, the sisterhood of the two lives was deep, but it was always one step away.

She doesn't believe that she is a destiny that changes her life against the sky, she only wants to care about her no longer leaving her. She smiled self-deprecatingly instead, what else cared about her?

A face came to her mind, followed by a sea of scenes.

His slender figure in the moonlight, he turned and smiled at her. The corners of her mouth curled unconsciously, and she remembered his warm back, and remembered the trembling body when he hugged her.

She was a little worried about him, was it maternal care? She asked herself in a whisper, she was greatly touched by his "mother's kiss", I don't know if it was distress or what, she didn't understand it herself, and she had never had this emotion.

She thought she might as well take a look at him and make sure he was okay.

"Shen Jing, are you okay?" She unconsciously muttered to herself, and when she thought everything through, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and there was starlight in her eyes.

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At this time, in the main hall, the man was holding a book in his hand, and his hand was flipping at will, as if he was thinking about something.

His long eyelashes drooped, hiding his inky eyes, his lips biting lightly under the bridge of his nose, his brows frowning slightly, and his mind was a mess, and he couldn't sort out the intermittent memories.

"Master." A man's voice rang out in the main hall, and he stood respectfully to his right.

This voice broke the silence in the hall, but it could not break the loneliness of the man in the seat, nor could it pull back his thoughts.

Shen Jing didn't hear the man coming in, nor did he hear him call him softly. He didn't move, he just unconsciously put down the scroll in his hand, his right hand dragging his chin, and his elbow against the table.

The left hand curled up unconsciously, rubbing his fingertips, and then as if he was not happy enough, the slender fingers tapped on the tabletop, knocking out rhythmic sounds, but it was getting slower and slower.

His eyes kept rolling at the moment, and a vague picture flashed in his head, only to feel a splitting headache, and his hand turned to pat his head, trying to clear himself.

His thoughts gradually retracted, and when he looked at everything in front of him, he realized the truth, and he didn't think about it anymore. His gaze became clear, and he looked at the book on the table and wanted to take it and continue reading.

The man next to him only thought that Shen Jing was immersed in the content of the book earlier, and he couldn't bear to disturb him. Just as he put down the book, he was about to call him again. His body was facing to the left, and he couldn't help but cry and laugh.

He still stood in place, the only difference was a little helplessness on his face. He kept staring at Shen Jing, and naturally saw his appearance when he was thinking, and he didn't want to disturb his master when he was thinking, it was really difficult for him.

Although he couldn't understand what he was thinking, he didn't want to disturb him, so he only looked around, but his body was fixed in place.

After a while, he couldn't stand anymore. He wanted to call him again, or pat him on the shoulder, but he shook his head, it wouldn't be good if he was frightened.

He began to feel anxious, could it be true that he had to wait until he found out? His actions gave an answer, and he crept behind him, trying to get around his eyes. He remained motionless, save for the sound of his fingers flipping the paper.

He couldn't help but think back to the fact that the man used to be very sharp, and now what happened? He didn't even notice his coming? He didn't believe in evil, stretched out five fingers, and shook them in front of his eyes.

He still didn't react, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but suddenly paused. Almost as soon as he was about to take it back, the man asked aloud, "What's the matter with you, shaking it for fun?" ”

Shen Jing's eyes lifted slightly, glanced at him indifferently, and then looked at the scroll under his hand casually, waiting for his next follow-up.

At this time, the man realized that he had always known his existence when he came back to his senses, but he was motionless and didn't say a word, maybe because he was too bored alone, he used to have Shen Hao to accompany him, but now he was only alone.

"Master, this is the news you want!" He took a small note from his bosom, took it with both hands and handed it to him.

He was about to take the note when he was interrupted by an anxious voice.

"Less, less master!" The person who came was in a hurry, he was too tired to do it, his hands were on his knees, his waist was hunched, and he was panting.

A feeling of comfort gradually set in, and he gulped in the air, his nose inhaling desperately.

Shen Jing only looked at him quietly, not urging him, nor annoyed, the note in his hand was placed on the table, waiting for him to come to his senses.

"Young master, there's a message from there, I'm afraid Miss Qingqing will not be able to. She, she breathed a sigh of relief, and she wanted to see you one last time! He tried to finish in one breath, completely, and his tone was calm, but anyone who heard it changed their faces.

There was a little more anxiety in his eyes, and a look went to the man beside him, and he shouted a word, which frightened his legs almost weak, "Prepare the horse!" ”

"Yes!" The man didn't think much about it anymore and immediately rushed out the door.

Shen Jing didn't say anything, there was a trace of anxiety in his heart, in the end, he was also Qin Ren's favorite person, so he naturally didn't want her to have any accidents, but everything depended on the will of heaven.

He didn't think much about it, and one got up and walked out the door, a little messy in his steps, but he didn't lose his demeanor. His clothes fluttered and fluttered in the wind, and he wanted to turn into a gust of wind and go where he wanted to go.

A gust of wind blew, and the leaves of the trees outside the house were swept by the wind. The window in the room was blown open by the wind, and the small note that Shen Jing had put on the table just now was rolled up.

Small notes fell to the ground, and one inadvertently floated under the table. The books on the table were flipped at random, and nothing seemed to change in the room.

The sound of the pages turning was less than the sound of a man's breathing, the subconscious tapping of his hands, and the sweeping of the wind, and the matter seemed to be extremely critical.

"Drive!" As soon as Shen Jing's buttocks touched the horse under him, he immediately waved the whip in his hand, tightened the reins, and with a spur, the horse ran forward quickly.

After running for a while, the horse's speed slowed down, and he wanted to swing the whip, but the horse picked up speed before he could do it. It seems that the impatience of the person right away, it is also realized. After all, horses are very spiritual animals, and they also understand human feelings.

When the horse galloped forward for dozens of miles, Shen Jing realized that he had vented all his anxiety on the horse under him.

At the moment, his mind is clear, and he only feels that he is too reckless. He only felt that he had become a lot better, his emotions began to leak out, and the curiosity that had been hidden in his heart for a long time began to recover, and the whole person began to love to play. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, is this the more he lives, the more he goes back?

In fact, he has put the burden on his body for many years. After managing Qiyuan Pavilion in the past few months, he handled it in an orderly manner, but there was no one around him. It's no wonder that someone else sent him a note, he actually wanted people to stay a little longer, and made a move that did not match his image.

He didn't want to think about it, he was really bored now, and he didn't know what was good about the position of the pavilion master they had fought for before?

He shook his head, and without further thought, stroked the steed beneath him, as if to apologize to it. The horses galloped all the way, and the journey was not too far, but it was stretched infinitely long because of the state of mind of the people.

He didn't want to be affected by his emotions, but along the way, there was nothing he didn't think about. This road was walked by Qin Ren, and he must have been so anxious at the beginning.

He recalled that he had let Qingqing separate the father-son relationship, and the scheme was successful, and the result was what he wanted once, but now he felt guilty and wanted to make amends to him.

He didn't blame himself for driving Qin Hao crazy, he only hated that he indirectly killed Qin Ren because his intervention was used. They were originally the closest family members, but because of a grievance from the previous generation, their generation was miserable.

He couldn't atone for his sins, he blindly felt that it was his own doing, and the sky couldn't let him go, so he took Shen Hao away and left him alone.

He was lonely in his heart, and he just wanted to take care of his brother's sweetheart, not to mention that Qingqing had his flesh and blood. But now, God gave him a joke, is Qingqing going to be okay?

He laughed to himself, looked up at the sky, the sky was brilliant, his ears were rustling with the rustling of fallen leaves, and his eyes were gradually blinded by dust.

The horse also seemed to be aware of the dust, and it could only speed up its movements and gallop forward.

At the same time, the woman's face was covered with sweat, and she was biting a piece of cloth in her mouth, but it was extremely wet, not saliva, but soaked with sweat.

Her face was tired, her whole body was very weak, her face was thinner than a few months ago, and her body bones were already much worse than before.

The only difference is that her belly is high and inside is a small life.

Her hair was clinging to her face with sweat, her hair looked unusually messy, her hands were clutching the quilt tightly, her teeth were biting the cloth, and in front of her was a midwife.

"Hard, hard!" She guided the woman to give birth, her forehead was covered with sweat, and she unconsciously raised her hand to wipe it.

"Inhale, exhale, force!"

"I, I can't do it!" The woman seemed to have given up the struggle, she had no strength.

She had been waiting earlier, presumably she couldn't wait, but now she was thinking that it would be better for the family to be reunited sooner. She will have no worries, as for the grace of childbirth, she will repay it in the next life!

A little girl rushed over in a hurry, her eyes filled with tears, grabbed the woman's hand, her eyes were uncertain, and she shouted urgently: "Coming, coming, he is coming!" ”

"You, you must support it!"

A smile tugged at her weak cheeks, and there was infinite yearning in her eyes, "You don't have to be like this, I, I'm going to find him with the child!" ”

"You ······" She didn't want to stay in this oppressive room, she wiped her tears with one hand, lifted the hem of her skirt with the other and ran out.

"Hmm"

With a muffled grunt, she slammed straight into one of her chests, giving the impression of being hard, and her head ached a little.

She really didn't care about the flow of tears, but when she looked up, she stayed where she was, and her eyes were full of joy.