Chapter 1117 Strange Dream

He had seen Shen Qingci's appearance before. She walked outside with such an appearance, and no one could detect her hidden beauty.

"I went out for a walk and bought some paper," Shen Qingci just wanted to know, what about the paper-making skills that came from Northern Qi?

"Where's the paper?"

Luo Hengju saw that she was empty-handed, where did this paper go, could it be that she was eaten by her?

"Paper," Shen Qingci spread out his hand, "I gave it away."

A knife of paper is nothing to her, but to those who really need it, even if it is not bought for nothing, it may be because of the paper, something will be left behind.

"You will deliver it when you arrive."

Lao Hengju reached out and scratched her face, but she really didn't know what she was wiping on her face. It's red, what's the matter, it's still the same color?

After wiping it for a while, he didn't dare to wipe it again, and could only say to Shen Qing, "You wash your face first, be careful that the children won't recognize you."

"Guo'er can be recognized," Shen Qingci touched her face. She would try on the other children later to see if the children still knew her?

She just said what she said and did it. She went directly to the yard where several children lived. When she appeared, several children looked at him at the same time, and then saw Brother Xiao's little brows twisted to death. It's tight, and Brother Xi, who looks like Brother Xiao, is sucking his thumb.

As for Brother Yi, he is having fun playing with a little fox.

Shen Qingci walked up to Brother Xiao and Brother Xi, and then hugged Brother Xiao, and Brother Xiao did not struggle.

She pointed to her face and asked.

"Brother Xiao, who am I?"

Shen Qingci asked Brother Xiao.

"Mother."

Brother Xiao didn't even blink his eyelids. Sure enough, he recognized his mother, otherwise he wouldn't let strangers move, let alone let strangers hug her.

"Brother Xi, who am I?"

Shen Qingci pinched Brother Xi's little face again.

Brother Xi tilted his little head to his mother.

"Mother."

"correct."

Shen Qingci kissed his son again, and then walked to Brother Yi again.

As soon as Brother Yi saw her, he grinned directly, "Mother."

Shen Qingci touched Brother Yi's little head.

Today, she is very happy, she is indeed her good child, and she can recognize her mother at such a young age. If someone pretends to be their mother in the future, they will definitely recognize it, right?

And when she turned around, she saw that Lao Hengju was standing at the door at some point, Shen Qingci raised his chin proudly at him, look, she was right, her children must know their mother.

And now she has to become beautiful, these things, after a long time on the face, it is not very comfortable.

After half an hour, she had cleaned herself up and changed back to the stunning Princess Shuo.

"Is my face a little red?" Shen Qingci always felt that after washing off the yellow rouge, her face was slightly hot.

"Let me see."

Luo Hengju looked at her face carefully.

"Well, fortunately, it may be that the washing is too much. It will be good to apply some jade ointment for a while."

The so-called Yurong Cream is specially made by Mo Fei using nearly 20 kinds of precious medicinal materials, which can protect and nourish the skin. Her small face is so tender, not just because of those Dongling secret medicines. , What's more, she often rubs this kind of jade cream.

A woman should take good care of her face. Natural beauty is a blessing, but raising it is more important.

Shen Qingci was very satisfied with her face. The face her mother gave her was meant to make her beautiful, and for the rest of her life, even if she died, she would die beautifully.

Lao Hengju let Shen Qingci sit down, and then found the jade ointment, then opened it, digging some of it with his little finger, and carefully smeared it on Shen Qingci's face, and when the jade ointment touched it When Shen Qingci's skin, the cool feeling seemed to have driven away some of the heat on her face, and she felt a lot more comfortable in an instant.

At this time, Luo Hengju was so close to her that she could already feel his breath.

A wisp of Brahma incense passed by, so peaceful and so reassuring.

Shen Qingci stretched out his hand, hugged his waist, and then brought his face close to his chest.

I hope this life is like this.

Luo Hengju put down the jade cream in his hand and patted Shen Qingci's shoulder lightly.

"The salt has been processed, and it is much better than before. In the future, the salt used in the house will be replaced with refined salt."

"En..." Shen Qingci replied gently, refined salt is indeed much better than coarse salt, it's not that Dazhou doesn't have refined salt, it's just that Dazhou's refined salt was bought from Baichu, Baichu's salt It needs to be finer and purer, but Dazhou's refined salt has a lot of impurities, but it is a method of making salt, and they have to use silver to exchange Baichu's refined salt, I don't know how to damage it How much silver tael to go out.

Now they can finally get their way, even if Baichu really keeps a hand, but these are enough for them.

"Tomorrow, I will send someone some new clothes. It was made in recent days. It happened that I had someone make a few pieces for you."

"Okay," Shen Qingci also likes beauty now. She has a lot of clothes, some of which are still undressed, but so what, she was fed by her eldest sister.

She likes beautiful clothes, she wears one today and one tomorrow, who would dare to say that she is not good or bad.

"are you tired?"

Lao Hengxuan stroked her hair gently, "If you're tired, just sleep for a while."

Shen Qingci yawned, she was really tired, but she didn't want to move.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and then gradually closed. There was always a very reassuring fragrance in her breath, and An Ning also had that warm familiarity.

And the only person who can make her sleep so uneasy is Luo Hengxuan.

She sometimes wonders, if there is no balance, what will be left of her life?

It seems that there is nothing, only that piece of emptiness, just like before, she walks all the way, all the way, just to find, find the traces he has walked, the road he has walked.

This night, she seemed to have had a night's dream, and in the dream, there seemed to be a long road, she had been walking, and she had not stopped.

Until she opened her eyes, she still seemed to be able to feel the tiredness of her legs, and the road she never walked far.

Just, how could she have such a dream?

She actually remembered all the scenes in the dream, and even the despair and depression when she couldn't see the end and couldn't find her relatives was imprinted in it.