Yan Zenyi had a moment of confusion, because of the reluctance in the depths of her mother's eyes, and her father's eyes.

Since both of them are reluctant, why do they force each other to make decisions like this? After giving birth to this child, whether the mother will be safe or not, Yan Zenyi does not know.

But Yan Zenyi knew that if this child was allowed to disappear like this, his father and mother would have regrets.

If you think about the consequences of everything you do, how many people will be stuck in it? Daddy has already drunk the elixir, and such an opportunity is the last in their lives.

Yan Chanyi watched his father help his mother out of the wing, closed the door, hesitated for a while, then picked up the bowl of abortion pills and poured it directly into the flower pot on the windowsill of the wing.

I picked up the teapot and rinsed the bowl again, and then I divided the bowl of fetal medicine into two and mixed it with some water, although the medicine looked a little lighter, but the amount was almost the same as before.

Yan Zenyi looked at his masterpiece, nervous and apprehensive. Regardless of the outcome, she can only do what she can and what she wants to do.

At first, she was selfish, she didn't want her mother to continue to have children, because she enjoyed the feeling of being pampered by the whole family, and she was afraid of losing her mother, who loved her so much.

But now she has figured it out, this favor can actually be continued, and she can also divide her favor and give it to the little life that is about to come to this world.

That little life will be her relative, and she will be the same as her mother, father and brother, and she will give him all her love.

As soon as Yan Wanhuan helped Su Manshu back to the side room, he found that the color of the two bowls of medicine was wrong, he glanced at Yan Zenyi meaningfully, but still helped Su Manshu to sit down at the round table.

Su Manshu hesitated, touched the bowl on the left, and stared at Yan Zenyi's face, as if he wanted to see something. Seeing his daughter's expressionless face, he reached out and touched the bowl on the right, but Yan Zenyi was still expressionless.

Yan Duhuan's eyes were sharp and focused, staring straight at Yan Zenyi. He knew that the two bowls of medicine were the same, but he couldn't tell whether they were both tocolytic pills or abortion pills.

He didn't even know what he wanted these two bowls to be. He said that everything was left to fate, but his heart was very distressed. Continue to conceive, his wife will have to work hard for a long time. But if it ends, his wife will be in pain for a long time.

For the first time in his life, he was caught in such a huge contradiction, and he was at a loss.

Yan Zenyi stood up and said very boringly, "I don't want to watch it, call me after you finish drinking." ”

At that moment, he thought that his daughter had divided the abortion pill into two bowls. His heart hung in the air, and while he agreed with his daughter's approach, he felt that his daughter was cruel.

So his tone was a little angry, and he said, "If you have something to do, just leave, I'll just accompany your mother." ”

If Yan Zenyi was amnesty, she naturally knew that her mother would not have anything to do, so when her father was murdered, she looked aggrieved, and then fled.

Su Manshu looked at the two bowls of decoction in front of her blankly, she didn't know which bowl to choose. Just like when Feiqiong put the two bowls of medicine on the table, she had no choice.

In fact, she really didn't have to choose, because what Feiqiong served was two bowls of tocolytics. After passing through the hands of Yan Zenyi, it became two bowls of diluted tocolytic medicine.

In other words, no matter what she chooses, her belly will still be strong.

Su Manshu stared blankly at the two bowls, and after a quarter of an hour, she waved her wide sleeves, and the two bowls of medicine fell to the ground.

Such a multiple-choice question is probably still meaningful, at least it made her sure that she wanted to give birth to this child, no matter what.

Yan Zenyi didn't have any burden at all, and Yan Duhuan understood from her cheerful back that there must be two bowls of diluted fetal pills on the table.

He couldn't help but smile, looking at his lady with a tangled look, he actually understood it in his heart. At this time, in fact, their family is all of one heart. They all wanted to keep the child, and he wanted to.

When he drank the bowl of elixir, many images of Yan Youhong's childhood flashed in his mind. Yan Youhong called his father like the Tiger King, Yan Youhong was eating sugar gourd but missing his front teeth, and Yan Youhong frowned for the first time because of reciting ancient poems.

Those memories are beautiful and precious. Because Yan Zenyi has not gone through this process, he feels that Yan Youhong's childhood is very beautiful. He couldn't fool himself, he really wanted to experience it again.

But his reason is saying, if such an experience makes him lose his daughter-in-law, wouldn't it be worth the loss? He also hesitated, struggled, and struggled. That's why he agreed with her idea and gave everything to the will of heaven and fate.

But I have to say that when he saw his lady finally overturning the two medicine bowls to the ground, he also breathed a long sigh of relief, and at the same time confirmed his mind.

He thought the same as her, that this was their child and should stay. Whether it is providence or fate, no one has the right to let this belly go.

Both bowls were broken into pieces, but Su Manshu and Yan Duhuan hugged each other and cried. Both of them seemed to have a thousand words to say, but both of them were the same, they didn't say a word, they just hugged each other quietly.

Yan Zenyi walked out of the palace with a relaxed face, and there was her exclusive free rickshaw at the entrance of the palace. Now there are hundreds of rickshaws in the capital, and under the overall planning of Yan Zenyi, there is a recharge and cashback activity, almost no matter whether they are rich or poor, everyone can get up in the rickshaw.

Rickshaws have also been reformed, with the class of special cars, express cars and ordinary cars. The special car is like a sedan chair, with a semi-transparent cloth, and the master who pulls the car is versatile, can sing small songs, can say jokes, and can walk like flying.

The express car looks the same as the ordinary car, except that the master who pulls the car has a more powerful foot.

The streets are full of ordinary cars, while express and special cars are concentrated in front of the palace or the mansions of powerful ministers.

Wei Youchen specially promoted a few talents to filter the news, he was really tired of the news he collected every day, and he really didn't care if Widow Li and Zhang Dagou had a leg or not.

The special car at the entrance of the palace is a semi-transparent purple soft silk, and the cart is pulled in sixteen and seventeen shifts.

Yan Zenyi did not agree with the people who were not dusty to squat in their own yards, so sixteen and seventeen became Yan Zenyi's special car driver. For this reason, Yan Zenyi is very satisfied, and has been racking her brains, what other modern things can she move to this era.

There are too many soldiers in the palace of King Yan, and although the silver is earned quickly, it is also spent like running water. Yan Zenyi recently gathered a group of poor students who are good at Danqing, and asked them to draw Xuanji Gongzi to earn some tuition.

It's not that she is shallow-eyed, and she doesn't let go of such a little money.

It's really now that I'm walking to the streets and alleys of the capital, the rouge shop shouted to the outside, "Xuanji Gongzi designated rouge." ”

The ready-to-wear shop shouted, "Let you be as chic as the mysterious child!" ”

The pen and ink shop shouted, "Use my pen and ink, you are the next mysterious child." ”

Even the silver paper shop shouted, "The special silver paper for the daughter-in-law of the doorman who has not passed before the memorial of the Xuanji prince is exclusively sold." ”

Therefore, Yan Zenyi thought that it would be better for others to simply wrap it up by themselves.

So although the authentic handiwork of the Xuanji Gongzi can only be sold by hand, the high imitation of the Xuanji Gongzi is made by the Yan Zen Yi arrangement.

Anyway, she didn't just want to do the business of the rich from the beginning, and ordinary people also have the right to chase stars, right?

Although Yun Xuanji despised Yan Zenyi's bad behavior, he didn't say much. He had already held two monthly meetings with the stars at hand, the first time to meet friends with poems, and the second time to draw poems.

He can be regarded as figuring out the minds of these brainless fans, and at the same time adapting to his dual identity, and even being very comfortable with it.

Yan Zenyi went out of the house this time, just to go shopping.

The bags she designed sell very well because there are only three per month, and reservations are not accepted and only live auctions are accepted. So just the bag alone has already made her wake up with a smile in her dreams.

Her bag will have a unique steel seal, even if there are many imitations on the market, but the vanity and comparison of women have made her steel seal more valuable than the commodity.

In addition to earning a lot of money for herself, she also drives the industry that has not yet been dusted.

For example, her cakes and milk tea have brought prosperity to Mingyueju's business. The erotic underwear she designed and produced also made Hua Manlou's business so good that it exploded.

Her floating clothes are now already discussing with others to become a chain store, and even Qinglou in the Jiangnan area came to her to buy drawings of erotic underwear, so Weichen assigned some people to Jiangnan and opened another Huamanlou.

When the rickshaw drove to Wenji Street, it really couldn't get in. Because of the popularity of rickshaws, horse-drawn carriages basically do not come to this commercial main street, but the large-scale appearance of rickshaws has also made Wenji Street more crowded.

Therefore, Yan Zenyi could only let Sixteen go back to the palace first, and then began to shop with Fenghua.

Yan Zenyi knew that in a few months, she would go to the Mountain of No Return, so she didn't plan to expand her business in the capital, and she also wanted to cultivate Fenghua every day, and when she went to the Mountain of No Return, her industry would be managed by Fenghua for her.

It's just that now every store is playing the gimmick of "Xuanji Gongzi", which makes Yan Zenyi quite irritable, as if he sees his purse hollowed out by these unscrupulous merchants.

"Miss, is this your purse?" A man dressed in red called out to Yan Zenyi, holding a purple purse in his hand, on which was a Zen character embroidered by Yan Zenyi himself.

Yan Zenyi found that the purse on his waist was missing, and hurriedly thanked him, "It's my purse, thank you for this son." ”

The man in red gently threw the purse towards Yan Zenyi, but Fenghua stepped forward and caught the purse with vigilance.

Yan Zenyi didn't even see the face of the red-clothed boy clearly because of the backlight, and the red-clothed boy disappeared into the crowd.