Shen Qingci also sat down and watched him eat, now he doesn't need her to feed him, I don't know how many catties of iron chains are wrapped around his wrists, and they can also be lifted.

"I've been eating a lot lately."

She pinched her face, "Do you think I'm fat?" ”

"It's fine."

Hao Heng tried his best to let her eat more, but although Shen Qingci was not a picky eater, he didn't like to eat, and he ate quite little at a meal, so how long had they been married, and he didn't raise her a little bit of meat.

This time, he has reduced a lot, but fortunately, his complexion is not bad, otherwise, he would really have to worry about her.

Shen Qingci frowned, "I've been eating hard." ”

Yes, she is really working hard, she is eating hard, she is going to eat herself, can't she get a little fat?

"What do you mean I can only eat fat when I am going to eat fat?"

Shen Qingci pinched his face again.

"Why do you eat fat?"

I don't understand it, most of the women in Beijing are slender and beautiful, if they are fat, they don't dare to drink more soup, what's the matter, she has to gain weight?

"If you're fat, he won't bother me."

Shen Qingci was still worried about how to make himself fat.

"Then you have to wait," Xuan Heng shook his head, Shen Qingci was not a physique that was easy to eat fat, no matter how much he ate, he just let himself support himself, but he was far from eating fat.

Shen Qingci touched her stomach, what should I do, I still hold it now, I don't want to eat dinner at night, in fact, don't talk about evening, she doesn't even want to eat tomorrow's meal.

But she had to eat again, and if she didn't eat it, then where did his food come from?

After packing up the bowls, Shen Qingci was about to leave, but suddenly, she raised her face and stared at the brand seriously.

"Do you know who I am?"

She asked, and her instincts were telling her so.

He knew him, definitely, right?

"Yes."

Branding Heng didn't hide it.

"What's my name?"

Shen Qingci wants to know her name, Qingqing is not her name, she can be sure that she has no memory, but she will not be so unfamiliar with her name, so there is only one explanation, that is, her name is not called Qingqing.

"Your name is ......"

The voice of the burning Heng paused slightly, and this was the continuation of the coming.

"Your name is Shen Qingci."

"Shen Qingci?"

Shen Qingci read this name repeatedly, really, unlike Qingqing, Qingqing gave him a very strange feeling, but when she read these three words Shen Qingci, there was an inexplicable familiar thought.

So, it's her name.

She's sure of it.

"Then am I his concubine?"

She asked again, and the speed of her speech was also a little apprehensive, she didn't want to be like this, she didn't want to be someone else's concubine, but if she really became someone else's concubine, she felt that she could die.

What do you have to live to do, so badly abuse yourself.

Burn Heng suddenly smiled as warm as a pear blossom.

"Naturally not, whether you have no memory, you won't be a concubine with someone."

Shen Qingci suddenly felt that her eyes were hot, and she pinched the corners of her clothes,

She got it.

Crawling out of the dog's hole, she was about to go back, but she heard footsteps, and she hid not far away, watching a long-faced guard take a key from her body, and then open the door.

Well, she remembered the man's face.

And she must have the key in her hand.

It is not a few days before Qi Yuan comes back, and she must finish it within these few days, otherwise, when Qi Yuan comes back, she feels that even if the person inside does not die, he will leave half a life.

For some reason, she just didn't want anything to happen to the people inside, or she couldn't do anything at all.

But what can she do to get the key, what can she do to rescue him?

And because of her mind at this time, it was too heavy, and she also hit her head on a tree, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in her head, and she couldn't help touching her sore head, but fortunately it just hurt, but it didn't hit stupidly. Unconsciously, she patted her head comfortingly, but when she touched the back of her head, she seemed to have touched something?

She didn't believe it and touched it again, this kind of cold and cold, as if it grew on her head, but when did her head grow such a thing? No, it's not that it grows in her head, it's that people can't grow something like that.

She didn't believe it, but she touched it again, or did she feel that this kind of thing should not have grown on a human body, and what was such a thing like?

It seems to be an iron nail.

Yes, it's like an iron nail.

And such an iron needle actually grew on the back of her head.

Who did it, who nailed this thing to the back of her head?

She pursed her lips vigorously, she would definitely find out about this matter, if she knew who persecuted her, even if it was reincarnation, she would remember this hatred in her heart.

"Madame, what's wrong with you?" As soon as Anan saw Shen Qingqi coming back, he hurriedly greeted her, but he also found that she had a somewhat gloomy face.

"It's okay," Shen Qingci rubbed his hair, and then walked in quietly.

She walked to the edge of the bed, and lay down, as usual, she didn't like to go out, especially at night, she didn't even want to take a step, and the most she did was to lie on this bed, and then lay down until dawn.

And she is really no better to serve like this.

Anan closed the door clearly and walked out, and then he was guarding outside, not daring to make too much noise.

The candle flame on the table was clearly extinguished, and the flame also jumped up a few points.

Shen Qingci sat up, then walked to the table, and then took the small scissors on the side and cut off the lamp core, and then sat down.

She reached out and touched the back of her head.

Then he shook his fingers hard, and then he began to pull out the nails.

Just as soon as she moved, a lot of cold sweat oozed from above her forehead.

She grabbed the table tightly, gritted her teeth hard, and let the cold sweat above her forehead fall down drop by drop.

This kind of pain is unbearable.

And this kind of pain is unbearable.

She was still pulling outward, it felt like something had been abandoned by her, such pain, cutting flesh and grinding bones, it hurt to the extreme, and it hurt so much that she wanted to give up.

At this time, the clothes on her body were almost soaked, and even her hands were unable to grasp the tabletop, but she still kept her eyes calm and pulled out the iron needles little by little.