Chapter 1374 It Smells Like Milk

And this kind of look, Shen Qingci can no longer understand, in the snow mountain before, as long as it showed such an expression, it must be hungry.

"Come on, I'll take you to eat something."

Shen Qingci looked back at Guo'er again, and then pulled the quilt up for her. This is the way he walked out with the little fox and went to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat. If not, then She could only trouble Aunt Fang to make some more for the little fox.

When she got to the kitchen, she squinted the candle on the table and turned it over in the kitchen.

The light of the candle is not too bright, and it can only hide the chicken to see the things in the kitchen clearly, so as not to crash, and every time he arrives here, Shen Qingci will miss his own night pearl.

And that night pearl, she put it in the palace of Shuowang.

There is only a soft white night pearl in the world. Within the secret passage of Shuowangfu, there are so many pearls that I have never seen before. It looks like hers is so bright. She just hopes that the counterfeit will not treat her The night pearl is a disaster.

Otherwise, she would have to burn the woman to ashes.

And right here, Shen Qingci was looking for something to eat for the little fox, but he didn't know that a few figures fell from the fence outside.

"Strange, it's here?"

Changqing saw the fox come in with his own eyes, but what happened? Why did the little thing disappear in the blink of an eye? Couldn't it be hiding in someone's kitchen and stealing things? Things, that little fox can do it.

Stealing into other people's kitchens and stealing other people's food to eat, does it still do less?

It was also harmful to them that they were embarrassed together with a fox.

Son, do you think it went to the kitchen again? When Chang Qing said these words, he really had the urge to strangle the fox.

"Could it be that it came not to find people, but to find food?"

"What did you smell?"

Luo Hengxuan opened his eyes, and then asked Changqing, there was a little frost in those black eyes.

"smell?"

Changqing used his nose to smell from time to time, "Is there no smell?"

"It's a creamy scent."

Luo Hengju actually smelled it as soon as he came in. Although the smell was faint, it was no longer familiar to him.

"Milk scent?"

Changqing's heart couldn't help but groan. As far as she knew in this world, the only smell of milk that people could smell was their little princess.

The small county master is the Lou family, and he also has the bloodline of the Lou family's talent, and he has a strange fragrance.

Such a different relative, so far, has a sweet milk scent, and the little girl has a long Yuxue cute, really like a beautiful milk dumpling, it really makes people want to take a bite.

But now the milky fragrance of the little princess is here, could it be...

His face turned pale, and their little princess is here?

Lao Hengju also walked forward, and the blue brocade clothes cut out a fierce cold wind from the wind.

With a squeak, the door opened, and a sweet smell of milk came oncoming.

And now Changqing can be sure that the little princess in their house is here.

Lao Hengxuan walked over, and also went to the collapsed bed inside. He stretched out his hand to open the curtain, and saw the little girl who was sleeping well.

It was indeed his daughter, even if he hadn't seen him for a year, but the child really didn't seem to have changed at all, except that he seemed to be a little taller than before.

Just when he stretched out his hand to pick up Guo'er, he seemed to smell a familiar clear lotus first dew in his nostrils, and he quickly held his breath.

When he turned around, he heard a bang from outside, and Chang Qing was lying on the ground like a frog, still face down first.

Shen Qingci walked in, holding a wooden stick in her hand, but as soon as she came in, her pupils shrank slightly.

It tastes like...

At this moment, there seemed to be a white light in front of her eyes, and in an instant, everything here was squeezed into nothing.

With a bang, the wooden stick in her hand fell to the ground, and then the stick was so immortal that it smashed directly on Changqing's head.

This smash is really hard enough, and I don't know if it will make people stupid.

Seeing this, Shen Qingci's first instinctive action was to cover his face, and he didn't even dare to let others see what his face looked like now, and later generations would run outside.

"A Ning?"

Luo Hengju asked tentatively, and with a flash, he also blocked Shen Qingci.

"A Ning!" Another voice.

Then a hand came up and directly held Shen Qingci's wrist, such a familiar touch, such a familiar breath

What if it was beyond recognition? He recognized Shen Qingci, even though she had changed thousands of faces, he could still recognize her from among the many people.

And Shen Qingci also recognized him and remembered him for a lifetime.

When she stepped into this room on the first day of the first year, she already recognized him.

Shen Qingci tugged at the corner of his mouth, and the tip of his nose couldn't help but a kind of sourness emerged, even the tears that had not fallen for a long time, just fell one by one.

"A Ning..."

Then there was such a hoarse and silent tone, deep and dark as late at night, and it was this voice that accompanied her through night after night.

In those dark days, when she could no longer take a step, such a voice appeared in her ear.

He says.

A Ning, keep at it, keep at it

A Ning, no matter how hard it is, it will pass.

And at one point, she even thought that she might never be able to hear this voice again for the rest of her life.

Then a hand was placed on her face. The faint fragrance of Brahma entered, and it was actually a little bit of calming down her hardships along the way, and everything she had encountered over the past year.

Those who are bitter, difficult, painful, afraid.

Yes, it's over.

Shen Qingci wiped his face with his sleeve, but no matter how hard he wiped it, he couldn't wipe it clean.

Suddenly, she felt a warmth on her shoulders, the warm embrace that accompanied her countless days and nights, and finally became her safest backer.

There is no wind, no rain, no disease or disaster, no pain and no pain.

Shen Qingci sniffed, she squirmed her lips, trying to say something, but couldn't say anything.

"That's good, let's not talk about it, we still have a long time to talk about it."

Lao Hengju gently stroked her hair, a year can be long or short, and it can be done overnight.

He didn't ask, he didn't ask anything, he waited, waiting for her to speak, and for the day when she was willing to open her scars.