The lips and teeth are torn and entangled.

A night without a dream until early in the morning.

When he woke up, he was woken up by a crowing rooster in the yard.

When she woke up, she was still a little confused, if it weren't for the subconscious licking of her lips that brought a little tingling, she would have thought she was dreaming.

I can't even tell if the kiss that I almost suffocated last night was in a dream or not.

Because she was dreaming at that time, dreaming of the desolate mountains and yellow sands in the northwest, and howling warriors and blood.

She dreamed of Ji Shiyan's bloody face, as well as the determination on his face.

When I opened my eyes and saw Shen Qu, I felt stunned.

- will forget to struggle when he kisses down.

With sober consciousness, all the voices in this village poured in.

There seems to be a pig next door, and a goose next door next door.

There are also people shouting and selling tofu.

She wasn't fully awake yet, and she remembered the kiss before she went to bed.

This person's pro-law, the lips/tongue stirred/made the Qingjiu wine brain is deprived of oxygen, and when she stopped, she felt that her tongue and lips were numb.

The bastard even bit the corner of her lip.

And then—he actually squeezed into her bed, hugged her, and said, "Sleep." ”

Who let them sleep without an explanation?

But Qingjiujiu is really tired, this person's kissing skills are so good, her oxygen-deficient brain can't think about anything else at all.

And the arms are too comfortable, much more comfortable than the hard bed.

She was dazed, buried in the side of Shen's slightly hot neck, and soon fell asleep.

Until now.

But she doesn't necessarily have a clear mind now.

In addition, the pain in the feet and arms invades the bone seams with a delay, and it is uncomfortable to move.

There was no one in the house.

Outside the courtyard, a few Qu Shaoling's people could be faintly seen.

After a while, there was a slight movement in the doorway.

The door frame was held by a small hand, and a timid little face was revealed.

He looked like he was only a year old at most, with a tiger's head and a tuft of red braids tied on the top of his head.

Qingjiujiu's eyes lit up and beckoned: "Little baby, come here." ”

Presumably the children of the owner, the couple looked very young.

The little doll climbed the threshold and looked at Qingjiujiu, very curious.

But he was obviously not afraid of life, standing beside Qingjiu's bed, seeing that she had gauze wrapped in her hands, and stretched out his little hand to pat: "Huhu." ”

"It doesn't hurt." Qing Jiujiu played with his little hands, and there was a feeling of returning to Yun Lang Marumaru's childhood.

Yun Lang is also so well-behaved, but Marimaru doesn't have to, no one can tie her up after she can walk.

Skinned into a monkey.

"Brother?" The hostess came over and saw her son surrounding Qingjiujiu, and was shocked: "Come out quickly." ”

The family is obviously a nobleman, how can he tolerate his son to be so presumptuous.

This village is called Wenjia Village, and as the name suggests, they all have the same surname.

The little doll was about to cry when she was dragged by her mother, holding her hand in the wine.

"Just let him be here, I like kids."

Probably didn't expect Qingjiujiu to be so approachable, but rural people have always been hospitable, and with children as media, they quickly chatted.

"Does the girl have a baby too?" The sister-in-law of the Wen family chatted: "You look so young. ”

Qingjiujiu smiled: "My son is almost nine years old, and my daughter is five years old. ”

She rarely talked about Yunlang Pill Pill, from their small to large, there were no examples around them that could be discussed together.

Meeting this little doll brought back memories of the first two children when they were young.

The sister-in-law of the Wen family obviously didn't believe it: "It's so big." ”

Qingjiujiu will appear here, and the things involved are unusual, so she naturally knows that this person's identity is not simple.

But no matter how simple it is, it won't make her think of the court.

The identity of the emperor is too far away from them.

Then she looked at Qingjiujiu and asked in a low voice, "Is that your husband?" He doesn't have such a big child anymore. ”

Indeed, Shen Qu's cold white skin and that set of looks are obviously still a young son.

The rising sun at the door brought a long shadow, and the shadow stopped on the threshold, not moving.

Qingjiujiu saw it and deliberately said, "No." ”

"Huh?"

If not, how could it not be that these two people were so intimate last night?

The sister-in-law of the Wen family was incomprehensible: "Then ..... is your husband?" ”

"Dead." Qingjiujiu does not shy away from it.

"Huh?" The sister-in-law of the Wen family was stunned, and then kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, I don't know." ”

She just felt that the adult who took care of her last night was very skillful, and there was an indescribable sense of familiarity between the two.

Such a tacit understanding, either deep feelings, or acquaintances for many years.

So when Qingjiujiu talked about children, she naturally thought that it was their children.

Unexpectedly-

The shadow outside the door finally moved, and Shen Qu stepped in with a bowl of steaming porridge.

Although the eyebrows were calm, when he came in, he glanced at Qingjiu and was quite resentful.

“......”

Qingjiu smiled drunkly: "Lord Shen is so diligent." ”

When the sister-in-law of the Wen family saw him coming, she didn't dare to stay longer for a moment, not to mention that she just knew that this was not the original match of the little lady on the bed, which was even more embarrassing.

She hurriedly pulled her son: "Brother, go, go out with my mother." ”

But Xiaobao was as if he was glued to Qingjiu, and refused to move at all: "Woo." ”

"Let him be here, I like kids."

The sister-in-law of the Wen family had no choice but to go out by herself.

The bowl of porridge that Shen served was probably boiled by himself, and the wine smelled mush.

He'll make porridge with fart.

Shen really wanted to sit down, but was blocked in front of him by the child.

He put the porridge down, went out again, and came back in a few moments, with a warm handkerchief in his hand.

He obviously went out to buy it from Qu Shaoling, and some of the extra utensils were brand new, including this soft towel.

After cleaning her face, the palm prints on her face finally receded overnight, leaving only a faint purple mark.

After being busy for a while, he put two new pillows on the head of the bed, and helped Qingjiu to sit up.

No one had ever been so cautious during confinement back then, and now he was very uncomfortable being fiddled with.

Fang Cai's thoughts dissipated when he teased him, and he couldn't help muttering: "I'm injured, not useless." ”

But Shen did obviously not plan to let her touch anything that needed strength, and let her lean on and bring the bowl of porridge again.

It's just that the baby is blocking the edge of the bed, which is inconvenient for him to feed.

So he picked him up again, and made him sit in his bosom, and the little doll was a little one in his bosom, with its big purring eyes.

Qing Jiujiu thought he was going to throw the little doll out.....

As if knowing what she was thinking, Shen did think about it and explained: "I like children very much. ”

“......”

If you believe me, you're mentally retarded.

He scooped a spoonful of porridge and cooled it, and sent it to Qingjiujiu's lips: "We will stay here for two days, and the bones in your hands will recover some, and then we will go back to Yanjing." ”

There was a faint smell of paste wafting from the porridge in front of him, and although Qingjiujiu was hungry, he was not so hungry to the point of eating.

But then she saw a suspected scalded blister on Shen Qu's abdomen.

Red, especially noticeable on the white fingertips.

Qingjiujiu paused and opened his mouth to swallow the porridge.

It's just that the wound at the corner of his lip was scalded by the warm porridge when he drank it, which made Qingjiu frown.

"Hot?"

Qingjiujiu's tone wanted to kill: "If you bite me next time, all your teeth will be chopped up!" ”

Shen Qu lowered his eyes, and his smile was a little uncontrollable: "I'm sorry." ”

Sorry for the ghost! I think you're embarrassed.

The little doll was very well-behaved in Shen Qu's arms, gnawing on one of his fingers, if he was fatter, it would be somewhat similar to the pill pill when he was a child.

Seeing that Qingjiujiu kept looking at the little doll, Shen Qu's belief moved, and he felt that she might be missing a child.

So he asked, "Or shall I take the pills?" ”