Seeing the little master, Yinhua'er's depressed mood began to improve.

"And what happened to make you so depressed?" Du Zhongjing continued to ask.

The silver bottle wrapped around Du Zhongjing's waist, and his ear was close to his heart.

"Xianggong, Liniang is very fortunate to be your wife."

"I'm also glad to be your father-in-law."

Du Zhongjing's chest buzzed as he spoke, and it was passed to the silver bottle without falling in his heartbeat.

The silver bottle tightened her hand, "Do you like children, I mean, children belonging to both of us." ”

"Of course." Du Zhongjing grabbed the silver bottle on her shoulders with both hands and stared at her with a happy expression, "But there is?" ”

The more surprise Du Zhongjing expressed, the stronger the bitter taste on the tip of the tongue of the silver bottle.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry little master.

The silver bottle avoided Du Zhongjing's joyful eyes, hugged him again, buried his head deep in his neck, sniffing the unique breath of the little young master, the stuffy smell of medicine.

"Liniang." Du Zhongjing, who faded with joy, had already guessed what Mrs. Du said.

For a long time, "It's all my fault." "It's all because he's too weak.

"No, how can you blame Xianggong." Silver Bottle hurriedly retorted, all because of herself.

Du Zhongjing wanted to say something, but the silver bottle changed the topic, "Breakfast is ready, let's go eat, and I have to go to my mother's place later." ”

I don't want to talk about my children anymore.

Du Zhongjing cooperated with her and pretended never to mention it.

The two had breakfast happily together, and after a while, the silver bottle was cleaned up and went to the Lide Courtyard.

Dr. Xu, the holy hand of gynecology, was seated, and Mrs. Du only left a grandmother to serve in the house, trying to ensure that no news leaked out.

A pair of slender white hands took out the wrist pillow from the medicine box, "This guest, please reach out." ”

Dr. Xu is very strange and calls patients guests.

Compared with her young and beautiful hands, Dr. Xu's face was covered with folds, and even his eyes were drowned in wrinkles, and he couldn't see it if he didn't look carefully.

I wonder if this famous holy hand can diagnose the abnormality of his body? The silver bottle was worried and put her hand on it.

Cutting the pulse, Dr. Xu's eyes were closed, completely hidden in the layers of folds.

Time passed little by little, except for Dr. Xu's pulse-cutting hand changing positions from time to time, there was nothing else.

In the process of waiting, there is no doubt that the weakness and depression in the bottom of the silver bottle are accumulating little by little.

"Dr. Xu, how's it going? But what's wrong with my body? The moment Dr. Xu let go, the silver bottle couldn't wait to ask.

The waiting grandmother also looked at Dr. Xu expectantly, waiting for her to say the diagnosis.

Dr. Xu didn't speak for a long time, her face was full of wrinkles, and she couldn't see what she was thinking on the surface. The knife hung over his head, and he couldn't help but get anxious if he couldn't get an answer.

"But I have a big health problem, but Dr. Xu said it's okay."

Mrs. Xu smiled and said to her: "Madame's constitution is cold, you can drink medicine to recuperate for a period of time." ”

Yinhua'er's heart suddenly returned to its original position when it mentioned the throat, and her words were a little excited, "Is it okay to just drink medicine to recuperate?" ”

She couldn't get pregnant because of her health, but there was no solution.

"That's right, as long as Mrs. drinks the medicine on time according to the prescription prescribed by the old man, the medicine will be guaranteed until the illness is cured."

*

In the woods outside the Zhenguo Temple, a green smoke rose from the Hanging Mountain.

Song Jingfang held a kitchen knife and unloaded a pheasant into eight pieces, and threw it neatly into the big iron pot in front of him along with the cleaned wild mushrooms.

Cover the pot, hold a fan in her hand to watch the firewood, look at the big iron pot, and wait for an hour before she can drink the chicken mushroom soup.

"Master, you are really here."

Yuan Zhi was carrying the food box, sweating profusely, and it seemed that he had been looking for Song Jingfang for a long time.

"Go, go, don't stop my chicks from absorbing the essence of heaven and earth." Song Jingfang waved the pu fan at the fate, how much he disliked it.

She is hiding in the forest, how can this little monk still come to the door.

Song Jingfang's overflowing disgust and responsibility should not be seen, lift the lid of the food box, and start a daily sales.

"Master Ancestor tastes today's fast food, this is the most delicious fast dish that Yuan Li has ever tasted."

Song Jingfang scolded him with a roll of his eyes, and he came every day, so he was not annoyed. No matter how delicious the food is, it is vegetarian, and it can be eaten with flowers.

Perseverance, hard work to promote their products, ah no, Zhai Cai.

chattering, buzzing flies, and Tang Seng came from the same source.

I can't bear it, I don't need to endure it anymore.

"! Hold back to annoy me. "Grumpy foodie Song, swearing online.

Yuan is responsible, "Master, you can't have a stoma, you will be struck by lightning." ”

A mouthful of old blood stuck in the throat and eyes, is there an unscrupulous disciple like you who dismantles the ancestral platform!

Regarding Song Jingfang's ostomy being struck by lightning, it can be traced back to four days ago, when she thought that the Spring and Autumn Zen sound was difficult to memorize, she couldn't help but spit out the fragrance and was split into popcorn by the thunder, and finally escaped by hiding under the relics pagoda.

To put it another way, "Then can you get out of here mellow and fast?" ”

"When you have eaten, you will leave."

The little monk was very stubborn, and he had to pull the ancestor back from the "evil devil's crooked path" through his own efforts.

Song Jingfang was so annoyed by him that he complained to the cicada monk, but he was blocked back by three or two strokes.

Say what you don't want to do to others, the ancestor doesn't want others to interfere with him, so why interfere with others.

Extraordinary, crooked!

Big brother, you have memorized Buddhist scriptures since you were a child, and I can understand that you are tired of reading the Analects with a change of taste, but can you read more books.

Do not do to others what you don't want to do to others, are you using it like this, Lao Kong's coffin board is afraid that it will not be able to be suppressed.

It is also because the little monk is young and ignorant, otherwise she would have been served with an old fist a long time ago, chattering and beating once, and she would be honest after a few more beatings.

The little monk is conscientious and gives full play to the ultimate attributes of kraft candy and repeater.

Song Jingfang was so grinded by him that he couldn't do anything, and he stuffed vegetables into his mouth indiscriminately.

Hey?

Song Jingfang chewed carefully.

"How about the ancestor, the fate didn't lie to you." Stir-fried chicken is delicious, isn't it?

Let's chirp, swallow, "Someone from the Hu family came to Zhenguo Temple?" ”

The taste of the food is similar to the taste she has eaten in Hufu, and it should be the same seasoning.

"The ancestor is really powerful, Mrs. Hu returned from a long trip, and today she specially went up the mountain to make a wish."

Song Jingfang came to the door before, and Mrs. Hu took her grandchildren back to her hometown, but she didn't have a chance to see them.

"Hu Sanniang can go up the mountain together?" She has been thinking that Hu Sanniang has ill intentions towards her, and every time she thinks about it in her spare time, the more she thinks about it, the more she feels that this woman is eccentric, and she is about to persecute paranoia.

was hanging in her heart, and even wanted Hu Sanniang to do something to her quickly.

Yuan Zhi shook his head, "I didn't see Mrs. Hu San in the crowd." ”

"Oh." Song Jingfang's tone contained infinite loss.

Cheap~ Song Jingfang secretly spat on himself.

If there is no movement, there is no movement, you are narcissistic, you want money without money, you want people or fake, people are just doing a good deed to you every day.