Even when the demon girl's painting heart spread throughout the city, King Yi insisted on imprisoning the painting heart in the unintentional night and night sheng song, and the protection was impenetrable, so the country was so favored, Wanling never envied her.

At this time, in this dilapidated and deserted courtyard, He Guang Tongchen condescended to be noble and boiled soup for her with his own hands, but Wanling was envious for no reason.

If you can really live such a dull and warm day, who wants to be deceived and bloody all day long?

The biological clock of the early Qing Dynasty was always half an hour earlier than the painting heart, and the painting heart was kicked awake by the little feet of the early Qing Dynasty every day.

At the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, because of the divine power of the Red Underworld, he grew up a lot in one night, and his leg strength was stronger than usual.

Holding her stomach, Huaxin felt more and more heavy, so heavy that she could barely get up.

Rolling around, she finally got up with the bed board, and when she came out, the meal with the light and dust happened to be ready.

Glimpsing the painting heart stepping out of the door, under the wide monk's robe, the arc of the bulge on the lower abdomen that was impossible to ignore made Qing Jiuying think that he had seen it wrong.

But looking up again, that beautiful and refined face is clearly his master's wife, and the eyebrows and eyes seem to be as charming as no one except his master's wife.

When He Guang Tongchen saw the painting heart, he immediately placed the table and bowl neatly, and took a few steps forward to help the painting heart to wash.

Taking care of them meticulously is like an old husband and wife who have been together for many years.

Because the painting heart can't bend down, even washing his face these days is the same as the light.

She held her stomach, and Heguang Tongchen used Haojuan silk soaked in warm water to clean her face, and her slender fingers wiped her face, from her eyebrows to her neck, inch by inch, he didn't seem to feel anything wrong.

After packing up the painting heart, seeing that her legs were weak standing with her stomach in her hands, He Guang Tongchen picked her up directly, put her on the only wooden chair in front of the table, and sat down beside her very consciously.

Only then did Huaxin see two people sitting in the courtyard.

One white and one green, looking at her.

One was smiling and full of envy, and the other was stunned and stunned.

"Xiao Jiu?"

When Huaxin saw Qing Jiuying, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he was overjoyed. found that Qing Jiuying did not have half of joy on her face when she saw her, but stared at her stomach with her eyes.

I looked down.

All right......

She admits that her stomach is now ...... It's really spectacular, I don't know what this stinky boy ate every day at the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, he was crazy and crazy.

Wan Ling found that Qing Jiuying's face was not safe, reached out and stabbed him, and reminded softly, "What did your master call you, why were you stunned?" ”

"Master. ”

Qing Jiuying called symbolically, but his gaze still couldn't take his eyes off Huaxin's stomach.

The corners of her lips twitched, no matter how magnificent her stomach was, there was no need to stare at it all the time......

Then she heard Qing Jiuying ask directly, "Is this your and Master's child?"

Hearing this, the corners of Huaxin's mouth twitched again, who else could it be if it wasn't his master?

Also, she really didn't want to mention his master now! That beast is not as good as a beast! That wolf-hearted scumbag!

In the cold gaze of the painter, the little vinegar king Qingchu couldn't bear it, "When did my father accept the apprentice." ”

Qing Jiuying was startled by the sudden voice, and before she came back to her senses, she heard Qing Chu say again, "Daddy, will you not like Qing Chu if you have an apprentice?"