MTL - The Soft and Sticky Spirit In Master Yu’s Eyes is a Full-scale Boss-Chapter 343 The picture scroll, the obsession with her is engraved into the soul

Jiu Ci was still looking at it curiously, but the other party did not stop and came to a wall.

It seemed that it was just a kick, and the wall cracked open to reveal the more splendid tomb inside.

Nine mercy: ? ? ?

Are you familiar with this place?

Yu Huaizhi walked in without changing his face.

There are no coffins or beds in it, it looks more like a study for scholarly children.

Spotless as if the owner never left.

Jiu Ci looked around curiously, Yu Huaizhi saw that the ground here was clean and tidy, so he put Jiu Ci down.

"Husband, where is this?" Jiu Ci asked curiously.

"Study." Yu Huaizhi answered in a low voice, took a wooden box from the bookshelf and handed it to Jiu Ci, "Gift."

Jiu Ci took the wooden box suspiciously and opened it, which was full of scrolls.

I spread it out and saw the portrait above, I was stunned and looked surprised.

Touching the vivid characters on the scroll, Jiu Ci's lips moved slightly and her eyes were slightly moist, "It's me."

"En." Yu Huaizhi hugged the crying little girl from behind, hugged him gently, and placed his chin on her shoulder.

"It's you in my dreams."

Yu Huaizhi's eyes fell on the three- or four-year-old little milk bag in the picture scroll, recalling the memories of that life.

He became a national teacher at a young age and was admired.

But no one knows that there is a dream that has grown up with him, and none of them have been absent for more than 20 years.

The dream is full of little girls, her frowns, smiles, and every move always make him very concerned.

So he worked hard to climb to the position of the national teacher and took over the power, even if in the eyes of the world, he would not turn back.

Because he wants to find this person, not for anything else but to see her.

But even with the strength of the whole country, it could not be found.

Finally, his thoughts became ill, and he died of depression when he was in his twenties.

Thinking of the loneliness in that life, Yu Huaizhi pursed his lips and his eyes darkened.

The obsession with her seems to be engraved in the depths of my soul, and I will subconsciously look for her in the next life.

Baby, you never knew how much you meant to me.

Jiu Ci was perfectly embedded in Yu Huai's arms, staring at the portrait in front of her, suddenly thinking of the suffering of reincarnation that Luo Chen said.

Afraid that the hug would be too tight and squeeze her pregnant belly, Yu Huaizhi retreated a little, and gently touched her little fluffy head to comfort her, "Kiss and stop crying, okay?"

Carefully hold the little girl's face, bow her head and drop a gentle kiss.

"Husband, I will treat you well." The tearful Jiu Ci looked at the gentle husband's solemn assurance.

The husband has suffered a lot for her, she must treat him a little better.

"Then how are you going to be nice to me?" Looking at the little girl's serious appearance, Yu Huaizhi asked with great interest.

"I'll give you whatever you want." Someone looked at the pit and jumped into it, looking very happy, "Do you want to have more babies?"

I heard that many people like children. If the husband likes it, she can give birth to several more.

She likes it anyway.

"When I ask you later, you can't refuse."

"Good."

The little white rabbit didn't know what he promised, and was still rolling happily in the arms of the big bad wolf.

Jiu Ci, who received the gift, was extremely happy, followed by the archaeologists who discovered the secret room study.

Especially the two old professors, who were immersed in the collection of cultural relics and unable to extricate themselves while wearing reading glasses.

At the age of six months, Jiu Ci's big belly was a little inconvenient, but she still couldn't stop her from wandering.

The pregnancy reaction was gone, but Jiu Ci suddenly started to pick up her tongue. In addition to the food Yu Huaizhi made, she was thinking about the hawthorn tree in Gehen.

It's a beautiful spring and sunny day.

But Wells, under the lush hawthorn tree, was heartbroken, lifted his chubby head and looked at the tree in shock.

"Your Highness, come down quickly, it's dangerous up there." Wells, who was sent by Yu Huaizhi to take care of Jiu Ci, was about to cry.

"Little v catches it." Jiu Ci, who was climbing on the tree with a big belly and trying to pick hawthorn, dropped a handful of red hawthorns.

Wells held up the half-filled bag with a sad face and caught it without falling.

"His Royal Highness, Xiaov, please come down quickly, Xiaov can help you pick it up?"

"Don't be afraid, I'll pick a little more." Jiu Ci turned tremblingly on the branch to reach another hawthorn.

The people watching the whole picture were frightened, and Wells was dangling with his small short hands below, for fear that the other party would fall.

Jiu Ci glanced at the hawthorn in the bag and picked a few more.

On that point, I ate it in two days, not enough.

But it only looks.

The hawthorn he grows is always sour, no matter how red or ripe it looks, it is so inexplicable.

She used to dislike it for a long time, and the more she disliked in the past, how rare it is now.

Is it easy for a pregnant woman to eat hawthorn?

It turned out not to be easy.

Yu Huaizhi, who returned to the manor and didn't find anyone, turned around and came to Gehen's mansion, turned to the backyard, and sure enough, he saw his little pregnant wife climbing on the branches to pick fruit.

He walked over slowly, standing quietly under the tree without making a sound.

Wells, who saw him coming, went down on the spot and cried silently.

It's over, the code is no longer guaranteed.