Stay with me, I rely on the childbearing system to get pregnant and dote on me alone

Cha Jiu was worried for a while when he learned that Shen Ciye had yin and yang eyes.

She was afraid that those messy evil spirits would frighten the young children.

But later she discovered that there seemed to be a layer of enchantment around Shen Ciye, which could block the approach of evil ghosts with uneasy intentions and lingering black energy.

Cha Jiu had once seen it with Ox Tears. An evil ghost wanted to forcefully break through the barrier and hurt him, but it was instantly wiped out as soon as he took the first step into the barrier.

It was as if something was protecting him secretly.

Even the long-tongued ghost who looked a bit shabby but had no malicious intent wanted to get close to Shen Ciye to listen to the opera, but was driven out by the barrier.

Chajiu: "...Good guy, it's still a Kayan game."

Ugly ghosts are not allowed to enter the barrier.

When Shen Ciye turned one year old, Jingtan came to his door to perform a prayer ceremony for him.

Chajiu sat on the futon with her child in her arms, surrounded by incense and dull scriptures. She thought the child would fall asleep out of boredom.

Unexpectedly, Shen Ciye listened with gusto. Her round eyes kept staring at Jingtan, neither crying nor fussing, nor sleeping.

After it was over, Jingtan looked at Shen Ciye kindly and said: "This child has great merits. I think he was not ordinary in his previous life. If he can enter Buddhism and practice with concentration in this life..."

Shen Suyuan on the side raised his eyes coldly and held the long knife in his hand.

Jingtan slowly finished the second half of the sentence: "You can definitely achieve great things by entering Buddhism, but when Ziweixing is born, you still have to enter the world to achieve greater success. Helping the building to collapse may bring unity to the troubled times."

Chajiu was surprised: "Ciye is Ziweixing?"

She looked down at the little lotus in her arms.

Shen Ciye's cheeks were chubby, and she sucked her little hands.

Knowing that his mother was looking at him, he stopped, turned back and grinned at her: "Hehe."

The little fist that was smoothed by his sucking was exposed, exuding the intoxicating smell of saliva.

Chajiu: "..."

Silly Ziweixing.

……

The fact that Shen Ciye could see ghosts was not entirely a bad thing.

He is followed by kind...and gossipy ghosts, wandering around all day long and possessing countless information.

Whenever something happens in Shen's house, Shen Ciye will know it first-hand.

Why cats and dogs are lost, servants are greedy for things? If you ask the little city lord about these things, you can always get the correct truth.

When Shen Ciye was three years old, Shen Chong held a 60th birthday party.

As an ally of Qingzhou, Chenzhou sent hundreds of boxes of congratulatory gifts. The scale of the battle was astonishing to others.

Zhong Zhong exchanged a few words with Chenzhou City Lord: "City Lord Chen is here, why spend so much money."

An unnoticed glint flashed in Chenzhou City Lord's eyes, but a friendly smile appeared on his face: "It should be."

Heaviness made people move these boxes into the backyard of Shen's house.

At this time, Shen Ciye jumped down from Cha Jiu's arms, walked to Zhong Zhong on her short legs, and tugged on his robe.

Zhan Zhan lowered his head and saw his sweet grandson, his resolute eyebrows instantly softened, and he picked him up.

"Ciye, what's wrong?"

City Lord Chenzhou smiled and said: "This must be Lord Shen's grandson. He looks really smart and cute..."

Shen Ciye's face was serious: "Grandpa, these boxes cannot be moved into our house. They contain black people and explosives."

Chenzhou City Lord: "..." What a cute ghost.

The heavy expression changed slightly.

The Lord of Chenzhou remained calm in the face of danger, still smiling, but there was a hint of menace in his eyes that only Shen Ciye could see: "It's obviously a rare treasure, so how could it be some kind of explosive? Young Master Ciye , some words should not be said randomly, it will damage the diplomatic relations between the two cities."

Everyone in the Shen family knew that Shen Ciye had the ability to communicate with ghosts and could obtain a lot of unknown information.

And although he is only three years old, he never lies.

Shen Suyuan heard the threat to Shen Ciye in Chenzhou City Lord's words, and sneered in his heart, pretending to have people stop carrying these boxes into the house.

The Lord of Chenzhou City was angry: "The alliance between Chenzhou and Qingzhou has been maintained for decades. Do you think that because of the words of an ignorant child, you have to open a box and inspect the gifts in front of the Shen Mansion today, and lose my face?!"

Shen Suyuan calmly said, "I won't open the box."

The Lord of Chenzhou City secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Suyuan: "I will have these boxes locked and tied, and placed in a separate courtyard for people to watch. I will open them for inventory after two months."

Chenzhou City Lord: "!"

Two months later!

In two months' time, the assassins he arranged in the box will become humans!

Shen Suyuan looked at him with a half-smile, and reached in: "City Master Chen, please."

The lord of Chenzhou originally wanted to transport assassins and explosives into Shen's Mansion, conduct a sneak attack to destroy the alliance, and then take advantage of the civil strife in Qingzhou to lead Chenzhou's troops to break through the city and annex Qingzhou.

Now the assassin can't enter Shen's mansion, and he has no troops to support him outside the city, so naturally he doesn't dare to enter the enemy's territory easily.

So the Lord of Chenzhou pretended to go in, but actually turned a corner in Shen Mansion and escaped over the wall.

Shen Ciye's chubby hands were wrapped around Shen Suyuan's neck. Listening to Granny Ghost reporting the situation anxiously, she turned to her father and said, "Dad, did that old uncle who loves to give men away climb over the wall and escape?"

Chajiu almost choked on his own saliva.

Chen Suyuan smiled, pinched his son's little face, and taught, "I know, but we can't let him die in Qingzhou."

Shen Ciye was puzzled: "Why?"

"Because on the surface, we cannot be the first to break the covenant."

Three-year-old Shen Ciye was thoughtful.

Cha Jiu finally saw that Shen Suyuan had begun his political training of this little Ziweixing.

Later, Shen Suyuan threw the hundreds of boxes directly outside the Qingzhou city gate and burned them. The sound of explosions and the sounds of begging for mercy from those trapped inside were endless.

The spies who had been ambushing outside Qingzhou City were frightened and immediately returned to Chenzhou to report the situation.

Sure enough, Chen Zhou, who had a guilty conscience, immediately launched the first round of sneak attacks on Qingzhou.

The war between Qingzhou and Chenzhou has begun.

……

Chenzhou's strength was not to be feared and was contrary to morality. Qingzhou quickly won another city and became the overlord of the three cities that should not be underestimated in troubled times.

In the afternoon of this day, Cha Jiu was packing up documents in the study room, but he found half a person's height of discarded rice paper piled up in the corner.

She walked over, picked up one and looked at it, and found that only the woman's eyebrows were drawn on it.

And this is true for everyone.

The paper underneath was more yellowed and looked like it was from earlier, and the eyebrows outlined with a black pen on it also looked a little rusty and ugly.

But with gradual practice, the eyebrows drawn on the paper are getting better and better, and even different styles appear. The latest batch of practice styles are also popular in Qingzhou recently.

Chajiu recalled how masterfully Shen Suyuan drew her eyebrows every morning, and looked at the pile of practice rice paper and couldn't help but smile.

Shen Suyuan happened to walk in and saw Cha Jiu discovering the pile of rice paper, and a flash of embarrassment suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Chajiu shook the paper in his hand towards him and raised the corner of his mouth: "Young Lord, is this what you said, a natural ability?"

Seeing those crumpled rice papers, Cha Jiu could already imagine how Shen Suyuan was so irritable at first and rubbed away the unsightly results, but he had to suppress his temper and calm down to continue practicing.

Shen Suyuan coughed twice, walked over and sat down on the chair behind the desk.

"Thrushes don't come naturally."

"However, being attracted to you and falling in love with you seems to be natural."

After saying that, Shen Suyuan reached out and grabbed Cha Jiu's slim waist, letting her fall into his arms.

The kiss fell deeply with love.

Chajiu's slender nose, plump lips, and thin white porcelain neck were all tasted one by one.

Hot breath exchanges, thin gasps and rapid overflowing.

Just when Cha Jiu thought something unspeakable would happen, Shen Suyuan stopped, bit her earlobe and asked, "In addition to practicing eyebrow drawing, I also learned how to draw flowers. Do you want to try it?"

Chajiu: "Huh?"

Shen Suyuan helped Cha Jiu adjust her sitting position so that she sat astride his lap, leaning her elbows on the edge of the desk and facing him.

This posture made Chajiu a little shy.

Her coat has fallen back and hangs on the crook of her arms, and her waist is slightly straight, as if waiting for you to pick it up.

It looks very charming.

But Shen Suyuan had a serious expression. He dipped his pen into the paint on the desk and painted the lotus pattern on her collarbone stroke by stroke with bated breath.

Chajiu: "..."

Okay, I'm actually painting flowers.

While painting, Shen Suyuan introduced: "I heard that women in Qingzhou like to paint flowers on their faces recently, some on their foreheads and some at the end of their eyebrows. But after thinking about it, I think you shouldn't paint flowers on your face. Paint flowers.”

The movements of his hands stopped for a moment, and then he raised his eyes to look at her.

Mo Cui's eyes reflected Cha Jiu's beautiful face and his infatuation.

"Your appearance does not need any embellishment, it is the most beautiful in the world, surpassing all the bright and famous flowers."

Would that woman be unhappy with such praise?

Chajiu laughed so hard that her body trembled slightly, and the pen tip that had not yet been removed made a wrong stroke on her collarbone.

Chajiu quickly stopped smiling: "Hey, your painting has been ruined."

Shen Suyuan: "It doesn't matter."

He put down his pen and moved his thin lips close to the half-painted lotus——

Chajiu lowered his head, but his sight was obscured by the top of his hair.

She only felt her collarbone being brushed by a subtle and hot breath, and then there was some moist, deft, numbing touch like a feather tail, wiping away the wrong stroke bit by bit.

Her whole body tensed, and a burst of electricity spread rapidly from the contact point of her collarbone to all her limbs.

"Hmm..." Chajiu's eyes were slightly red.

Obviously nothing was done.

But she was uncontrollably emotional.

Chajiu held his face, her cheeks flushed, and whispered: "You can't lick the paint off like this."

Shen Suyuan looked at her with gentle eyes: "Okay, I've wanted to paint lotus flowers on you for a long time, so I had people make non-toxic paint."

It's just some flower juice and pigments made from fruit juice.

Chajiu looked down at the lotus flower, which was so lifelike.

Shen Suyuan's slender fingertips gently scraped the skin around the lotus, and said softly: "The lotus grows on the collarbone, the beauty of the lotus."

Chajiu's heart trembled slightly when he touched her, and she blurted out: "I thought you meant something else when you said painting flowers."

Shen Suyuan's fingertips paused: "Oh? What do you think it is?"

Cha Jiu remained silent.

A smile flashed in Chen Suyuan's flying eyes, and his fingers gradually traced down the flowers.

"Is it like this?"

The brush is lifted again.

The tip of the paint-stained pen slowly and gently swiped, nonchalantly outlining the petals and stamens of the lotus.

Comprehensive and delicate.

Sometimes it's understated, sometimes it's intense.

Between the deep and shallow strokes of the pen tip, the hibiscus blooms beautifully in every stroke.

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