hate dragon

章节字数：4715更新时间：09-10-0623:14

So it is said that people are in good spirits on happy occasions, and in a blink of an eye, Qinghe is almost nine months pregnant.

Although the baby is getting bigger and Qinghe's body is getting heavier and heavier in the past few months, Qinghe's mood is getting better and better.Morning sickness?It's long gone, now Qinghe can eat a lot, and he won't be satisfied without five or six meals a day; disgusting?Dizziness?What is that, Qinghe has long forgotten that there are these two things; cramp?It's okay, there's Mingsu; the baby is fussy?No, there is Mingsu... In short, there is Mingsu.

But now Mingsu, a must-have item for pregnant women, is being disliked by people, and the people who dislike it are clumsy and unsteady people. Maybe it is really good nutrition. In the days of less than three months, Mingsu watched Qinghe's belly bulge day by day, no, in a blink of an eye, Qinghe was almost nine months pregnant, every day seeing Qinghe standing in front of her with her trembling belly, Mingsu couldn't help but feel heartbroken. Jump wildly, afraid that the baby will jump out in the next moment.

"I just went to the Feng clan to see Feng'er. I'll be back soon. Don't be too strict." Holding her belly with one hand and Mingsu with the other, Qinghe was trying to convince someone who was more pregnant than herself A must have for the nervous pregnant woman.

"It's not that I'm not allowed, but look at your current body, can I let you go with confidence?" Mingsu couldn't help the black lines, as if to say how authoritarian he was.

Dansu didn't want Qinghe to go out to relax, but he really didn't have time today, and he didn't know what was going on. The Dragon Clan came to him especially today, and Mingsu couldn't refuse, but it was also today that Qinghe found out that Feng'er was sick. Hearing that Feng'er was sick, how could Qinghe stay there? No, Qinghe had been pestering Mingsu for a long time, so he almost dumped Mingsu and went straight down.

"I'll accompany you when I'm done with it, okay? Feng Xi has already sent a message saying that Feng'er is fine, but just caught the wind and cold occasionally. You don't have to worry. I'll accompany you to see Feng'er tomorrow, okay? Let's forget about it today." Qinghe still looked unwilling, and Mingsu really had no choice.

"No, I'm just going to see Feng'er. I don't want to run around, and I'm not in danger now. I haven't taken Qing'er out for a long time, and Qing'er misses Feng'er too." It is the best excuse, no matter who it is against.

"Qing'er likes to pester her younger brother the most now, and you are the one who met Feng'er..." With a sigh, Mingsu exposed Qinghe's "lie".

"Okay, I can't stop you if you really want to go. But, don't run around, don't let Qing'er lean on you, and don't get angry with Feng Xi..." A series of three inaccuracies, see Seeing Qinghe who became energetic as soon as he let go, Mingsu suddenly regretted whether he spoiled Qinghe too much.

"Then I'll go." Ignoring Mingsu's regretful eyes, Qinghe was about to rush out the door as soon as he let Mingsu go.

"Come back. I promised, I'll let you go out again." After grabbing Qinghe back, Mingsu hasn't heard Qinghe's promise yet, so how could he just let Qinghe go.

"Promise." Seeing that Qinghe was still a little unwilling, Mingsu refused to let go, he had compromised so much, and this person was still so willful.

"Well, I won't run around, I won't let Qing'er rely on me, and I won't get angry with Feng Xi, okay?" Knowing that she couldn't hide, Qing He simply repeated Ming Su's words honestly. Three are not allowed.

"Be careful, remember to dress warmly before going, don't close the door when the wind in Fenghuang Mountain is strong." Hearing Qinghe's obedient assurance, Mingsu could only shake his head helplessly.

"Then I'll take Qing'er, I'll be back soon, don't worry." Finally, when Mingsu compromised, Qinghe got up quickly, and if it dragged on, there was really no need to go.

Seeing Qinghe's clumsy but cautious actions, Mingsu can only sigh, fortunately Qinghe really loves the child, so she shouldn't do any dangerous moves, Mingsu can only hope that a certain older child will not be too fussy with the pregnant woman, Otherwise it's really hard to do...

"Mother... where are mother and Qing'er going?" Just as Ming Su expected, Qing'er didn't know the destination at all, and looked suspiciously at her or her mother who took the lead.

"If Qing'er doesn't like to be called mother queen, you can just call mother. Mother doesn't like Qing'er's reluctance. Mother took Qing'er to see Brother Feng'er today. Brother Feng'er is sick. Brother Feng'er helped mother before. , Mother wants to take Qing'er to have a look, would Qing'er be willing?" How could she not be willing, to be able to be with mother, and to see her brother Feng'er who loves her so much, it's too late for Qing'er to be happy, how could she not? .

"Qing'er is going, Qing'er likes to go to see Brother Feng'er with mother." The happy Qing'er jumped up and down beside her mother excitedly, and her address returned to the most natural mother, as expected, she was still a child, They couldn't change their words even once, and of course Mingsu and Qinghe didn't want to force Qing'er, Qing'er could call her whatever she liked.

With a happy mood, Qing He came to the Feng Clan staggeringly with his bulky body.

"Qinghe! Qing'er! Why are you here?" Hearing the notification from Cuiping and Magpie, Feng'er hurried over, which surprised Qinghe.

"Come and see you, Feng'er, aren't you sick? Why are you still working?" Seeing Feng'er standing in front of her, Qinghe didn't understand what was that white thing on Feng'er's body, and why did she look so pale? Flushing red, as if very busy.

"Working? I didn't work?" Seeing Qinghe's suspicious eyes on her, Feng'er seemed to look at herself. It was only when Feng'er saw the white powdery object on her body that she understood why Qinghe asked such a question .

"I'm not working, yes, I'm making food, this is flour...Feng Xi takes care of me...so I want to make what he likes..." A little embarrassed, but Feng'er still said boldly come out.

"Huh? Feng'er, do you know how to cook?" Seeing Feng'er gently pat the "flour" on her body, Qinghe was even more surprised.

"Huh? I will." Why Qinghe would say "yes", Feng'er was a little confused, but she answered honestly.

"Teach me." Upon hearing Feng'er's answer, Qinghe raised his request without hesitation, completely ignoring Cuiping and Magpie next to him as if they heard something terrible.

"Teach you? Teach you what, teach you how to cook? But...but now you..." A little frightened by Qinghe's proposal, Feng'er stared closely at Qinghe's huge bulging belly, and she hadn't seen her for a few months It just got so big.

"What's wrong with me... baby? Baby is fine, baby has been very good recently, I want to learn..." After a moment of stupefaction, I realized that I didn't let Feng'er feel relieved, Qing He gently stroked her round belly, " I'm fine, and you and Qing'er are here to help me, so it's fine." Qinghe stood up first as she said that, it was obvious that it must be carried out.

With no other choice, Feng'er had no choice but to follow Qinghe to the kitchen full of unknowns.

"Qinghe, have you ever been to the kitchen?" Feng'er asked tremblingly.

"I've never been here." Qing He, who had already glanced around and made sure that he had never been to such a place, replied confidently.

"Then, what do you want to learn?" Feng'er probably guessed it.

"I don't know." After thinking for a while, Qinghe, who realized that he had no idea about this aspect, shook his head again.

"Then... I'll teach you how to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake, it's delicious." After thinking about it, Feng'er decided to teach Qinghe something simpler first.

"Yes." Qing He had no room for rejection.Rolling up his sleeves a little, Qinghe's posture is quite good, but the prospect is not very exciting...

"Ah! That's salt, you can't add it."

"Ah! Chicken skin can't beat eggshells in."

"Ah! That... that was not boiled in water."

"Qinghe... Well, I think I should come..." The poor Dough Feng'er, who had saved Qinghe several times, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Qinghe, you, why do you want to learn how to make dim sum?" Feng'er finally couldn't help asking curiously, seeing that Qinghe still refused to give up, Feng'er was a little frightened.

"...Who are you cooking for?" Knowing that she had no such talent, Qing He was straightforward, Ren Feng'er took over all the work, and sat beside her to rest.

"Yes, it's Fengxi... Do you want to do it for Mingsu?" At first, I didn't quite understand why Qinghe would ask himself such a question, but as soon as he answered, Feng'er immediately understood.

"Well, he worked very hard in the end." Originally, Qing He had this idea from the beginning, so why deny it.

"Then I'll help you. Although you haven't finished it, there are also your efforts in it. I think...Mingsu will be very happy." Thinking that Qinghe was disappointed, Feng'er hurried to help.

"Thank you, Feng'er." Seeing Feng'er being so active, Qing He felt relieved, she seemed to be tired from standing all the time just now, and there was a dull pain in her waist and abdomen.

"Qing'er, what is Qing'er doing?" Because it was a little strange why Qing'er didn't pester her, now Qinghe understands that Qing'er also learned how to play with flour by herself, and now she is almost mature The little flour man.

"Mother, mother, look, this is my younger brother." Holding up the work she completed, Qing'er proudly showed off to her mother.

"Brother?" Seeing the white object in Qing'er's hand, Qing He could only sigh that Qing'er was indeed her own child, and she didn't have any talent in this area either.

"This is younger brother, this is Qing'er, mother, why doesn't younger brother come out to play with Qing'er, younger brother is so stupid, stupid younger brother." The little finger poked mother's stomach, Qing'er, who had been waiting for her younger brother for a long time, He had to repeat this question several times a day, and Qinghe would answer it at first, but now Qinghe already knew that Qinger was just communicating with his younger brother, not asking himself at all.

"Brother come out quickly, brother Qing'er made a gift for younger brother, younger brother come out soon." Holding the "Bai Tuantuan" to her mother's big belly, Qing'er seemed to want to use this gift to lure her younger brother out.

"My brother will come out soon, Qing'er don't be in such a hurry." Seeing that Qing'er is so close and can't wait, Qing He is slightly amused.

"Qinghe... can I..." Feng'er, who had already steamed the dough, stared at Qinghe's stomach just like Qing'er.

"What's the matter?" Hearing Feng'er's timid voice, Qinghe looked up at him. Does Feng'er want something?

"I... can I... touch him?" Seeing Qing He's encouraging eyes, Feng'er finally had the courage to speak out.

"Feng'er is also the baby's elder brother, of course." Seeing Feng'er's expectant eyes, Qinghe still doesn't understand what Feng'er wants.

"He... grows so big." With a voice of emotion, Feng'er was also moved by the little life.

"Yes, I also said he is very big, but Mingsu said that a nine-month-old baby should be this big." Hearing Feng'er's emotion, Qinghe also felt sorry for him. If the imperial doctor hadn't diagnosed the baby as normal, Qinghe They all thought something happened to the baby.

"Hmm!" Qinghe, who was wondering if the baby was too big, suddenly let out a muffled snort, and immediately put his hands on his abdomen.

"Qinghe? Just, what was that just now?" Feng'er was also taken aback by the astonishment of his subordinates, and quickly withdrew his hand.

"It's the baby that's moving, Feng'er doesn't have to be afraid. Uh! It's strange, why is it moving so much today?" It was a few times in a row, and Qinghe broke out in a cold sweat. Although he would move normally, it was relatively Slow down, not as hasty as today.

"Hmm..." With another slap, Qinghe could even see a small outline of her stomach pushed out by the child. Could it be because the baby felt uncomfortable when she stood there for a while?

"Hoo, hoo." Inhaling hard, Qinghe took turns stroking her stomach.

"My brother is good, my brother is good." Seeing her mother suffering, Qing'er was very clever, and she put her little hand on Qinghe's bulging belly and rubbed it vigorously, and she was still muttering softly, it seemed that she had a lot of experience.

"Feng'er, don't worry, it's okay, it's just the baby moving, I'm fine." Taking a deep breath again, Qinghe felt so uncomfortable, and seeing Feng'er's worried look, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth Comfort Feng Er.

"Are you really okay? But I see you are feeling very uncomfortable." Feng'er was inexperienced so she couldn't understand it, but she was already scared when she saw Qinghe suffering so much.

"Maybe the baby is happy knowing that Feng'er's brother is touching him. Feng'er, should you serve your sweet-scented osmanthus cake?" Seeing that Feng'er was worried about herself, Qing He was slightly moved, but she didn't want Feng'er to be so Worry.

"Ah! Osmanthus Cake!" Sure enough, Feng Er fell into the trick.

"Qinghe, look, this is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you made." Feng'er brought out the hot plate, and seeing the successful sweet-scented osmanthus cake became happy again.

"It's very fragrant. If Qing'er wants to eat it, ask Brother Feng'er to give it to Qing'er." The strong scent of osmanthus spread in the kitchen. Although she didn't seem to help at all, Qinghe was very happy.

"Qing'er wants it, and brother Feng'er will give it to Qing'er." Apparently, Qing'er also knew that the sweet-scented osmanthus cake was made by her mother, as soon as she heard what her mother said, she quickly stretched out her little hand and ran to Feng'er.

"Qing'er be careful of scalding." Seeing that Qing'er was asking for Feng'er, how could she not give it to him, but she still didn't forget to warn her.

"Thank you, brother Feng'er." Qing'er smiled contentedly after receiving the fragrant osmanthus cake.

"It's delicious, it's delicious." After blowing, Qing'er took a big bite, and then yelled happily, obviously doing her mother a favor.

"Qinghe, do you want it?" Seeing that Qing'er was full of praise for the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Feng'er was also very happy.

"I don't want it anymore, okay, you are fine, I should go back too." Qinghe refused for some reason.

"Feng'er, can you wrap some for me, I want to take it back." Seeing Qing'er's satisfied face, Qing Yong guessed that Ming Su would also like it.

"Okay, wait a minute." Feng'er happily went to help Qinghe pack.

The question is, Feng Er, have you forgotten that there is still a person...