Chapter 168: My wife is resurrected and also smaller 08

Pei Shunqing's hair is scattered, she is wearing a coat, her face is pale and bloodless, and she does not look very good.
Ying Xian heard many things about his ex-husband during this period, saying that he was distraught because of his death, and then fell ill. Although Ying Xian didn’t believe it, he really saw someone like this now I was shocked, my heart said how haggard became like this, and then I felt a little pity-mainly because the appearance of the sick beauty was so beautiful and pitiful, and it immediately hit Ying Xian's face-controlled heart.
The Pei Shunqing whom she had seen before were all indifferent to words and expressions. Although the ice beauty of Gaoling's Flower is beautiful, but now this weak Liu Fufeng (?) sick beauty is also very beautiful. If you want to distinguish between high and low, you can't tell.
It's really a sin. I'm sick like this, just don't know why. Is it because there are too many things to be busy, so tired? Ying Xian felt that he had found the reason, and the eyes of Pei Shunqing were full of empathy. No one knows what it feels like to be sick better than her.
Here, Ying Xian looked at Pei Shunqing with a pity and sympathy. After Pei Shunqing and the old man met the ceremony, their eyes also looked at the little fat man next to the old man.
Originally, he just glanced at it casually, but when he watched, Pei Shunqing felt a little weird in his heart.
How to say it, this female doll looked at her gaze, it was so strange. Unlike a child of this age, he still feels a bit familiar.
This child should be the one everyone mentioned before. Taichang Temple Qing Du Jiao’s granddaughter is now the daughter of Lord Ying Hou, and her name has been changed to'Yingxian'.
Chewing the name in her mouth, Pei Shunqing's heart fell for a moment. But he didn't show it on his face, and smiled at the female doll who had been staring at him.
Ying Xian: ... ex-husband can laugh? Why haven't I seen him smile before? Always sullen his face, wait, is it possible that he used to hate me? Otherwise, how could you smile so beautifully at a little girl you met for the first time now, and never smile at me before.
Eh, why is this? Did I hate it before? Ying Xian was thinking seriously when she suddenly saw Pei Shunqing approaching, and then knelt down and said in a gentle tone: "You are now called Yingxian? This is a good name."
Ying Xian squinted her eyes because of the approaching prosperous beauty, with handsome eyebrows, straight nose, and thin lips. When she smiled slightly, she was completely different from before. Brilliant. Being plopped by his smiling little heart, Ying Xian covered her heart and rejoiced. Fortunately, her husband didn't smile to herself like this before. Otherwise, just looking at him smiling like this every day, the dilapidated body would not be able to bear it.
She smelled a faint smell of medicine at the end of her nose, and Ying Xian saw Pei Shunqing's long hair draped over her shoulders, and as she leaned forward, she slid in front of her. She was very compliant, and she suddenly felt itchy in her hands and wanted to touch it. Feeling really afraid of being beaten, Ying Xian resisted this impulse somehow.
Pei Shunqing couldn't think of what the little girl was staring at her hair and thinking. He used to be a gentle and kind person. If he hadn't responded to Lord Hou's request before, he wouldn't make that kind of rejection. The appearance of the face corresponds to Xian.
At the moment, Ying Xian is no longer there, so he doesn’t need to do that specially. In addition, there is a little doll called'Ying Xian' in front of him. There is some truth in saying that love the house and Wu, so his tone is more gentle. "It should be the first time you have seen me. My name is Pei Shunqing and I am your brother-in-law."
Ying Xian was silent for a moment, glanced at her uncomfortable father who didn't know why, then looked at the ex-husband who seemed to change his face, and shouted the two words, "Brother-in-law."
A good husband has become a brother-in-law.
Pei Shunqing laughed again at the sound of milky milk.
Ying Xian: Please don't laugh. If you continue to laugh, the body is sick.
Fortunately, Pei Shunqing did not pay much attention to her, and took the two of them to sit outside, and then asked Master Ying Hou why he came this time.
Master Ying Hou glanced at his daughter, and then at the son-in-law who hadn't noticed on the other side, it was not right to let go of the heart in his stomach, nor to let it go. He cleared his throat and said, "I'm here today and nothing is wrong. The main thing is to come and see you. I heard that you are sick again. Then you should relax a little."
Pei Shunqing: "Thank you, Mr. Yue, I'm already much better, and I will go to court in two days."
With her daughter by her side, Sheng Yonghou couldn't clearly persuade Pei Shunqing to forget her daughter early, and it was a bit embarrassing to sit for a while without knowing what to say. However, he quickly remembered something, digging out a long box from the pile of things he had brought, and handing it to Pei Shunqing.
"Oh, by the way, I heard that you like Jushi Songhe's painting very much. I have one here, so I will give it to you."
Pei Shunqing doesn't like much, he only likes Han Gong's characters, and his paintings are mostly collections of Songhe Jushi's paintings, which have been around since a few years ago. Sheng Yonghou is not very good at calligraphy and painting, and there is no Han Gong in the family, but Jushi Songhe is a daughter, so it is not easy to draw her. So when I came back to visit the patient, I simply brought this painting to give away.
He also thought that if Pei Shunqing knew that Songhe was Yingxian, he didn't know what kind of expression it would be.
Hearing the name of Jushi Songhe, Pei Shunqing stopped serving tea. He looked at the long box that Sheng Yonghou handed in front of him. He seemed to have gone for a while before opening the box to get the painting. He unfolded the painting and said, "Jushi Songhe hasn't produced a new work in two years. This painting was received by Master Hou before."
Sheng Yonghou waved his hand: "No, it's a recent painting." Not long ago, he said he was going to see Pei Shunqing, so he installed the painting that his daughter had finished.
Pei Shunqing had already started the painting, and when he heard the words, her hands trembled and almost fell off the painting in her hands. He fixed his gaze on the painting that was obviously fresh in ink, and muttered repeatedly: "Recently painted?"
He suddenly raised his head and glanced at Sheng Yonghou, then began to observe carefully. After a while, he put down the painting, took a deep breath, and looked straight at Sheng Yonghou.
"Although the brush strokes of this painting are not exactly the same as the previous paintings, it is indeed made by Jushi Songhe. It should be painted today, but?"
Sheng Yonghou didn’t notice that Pei Shunqing’s gaze was wrong at all. He drank the tea and nodded with a proud expression.
Yes, good-looking. Although Songhe Jushi’s paintings are not as good as those of Liu Gongxi, they are still What is sought after by many people will definitely become more and more valuable in the future. It is absolutely correct to collect this."
He didn't notice anything, but Ying Xian, the little fat man on the side, felt that something was wrong, and quietly poked his father in the waist.
Before Sheng Yonghou asked his daughter what he was doing, he heard something like thunder in his ear.
"Ying Xian is not dead?" Pei Shunqing touched the painting with one hand, sitting there with a few words lightly, and almost missed Sheng Yong and Hou Zhen and dropped the cup.
But after all he had been fighting for many years, he immediately calmed down and said, "How come you suddenly thought that, didn't you collect my daughter's body? You should know better than anyone whether she died."
Pei Shunqing's suppressed and calm eyes suddenly shattered. Ying Xian, who was sitting across from him, saw clearly. She saw the pain and confusion surging in the man's eyes, and she was caught off guard by the complicated and profound emotions. .
But Pei Shunqing didn't notice her. He seemed to be in a kind of inextricable sadness at the moment. He covered his forehead, staring at the painting, and said softly, "I know, I know, I saw her with my own eyes. After seeing her next to the ice coffin for so long, I personally felt that she was not breathing, and I also watched her being buried in the tomb...how could she not die?"
Suddenly, he turned his head again, looking at Sheng Yonghou with a terrifying expression, "But, how could she die? What is going on with this painting? Isn't Jushi Songhe Yingxian? This new painting is here, then Where is Ying Xian? Is she dead or not?"
Sheng Yonghou was taken aback by the look in his eyes, and subconsciously protected the daughter next to him.
"Or, what I saw is fake again, there is no new painting by Jushi Songhe, I am asleep again, so..." When it comes to this, he can't go on, he slumps deeply. Head, can't see the expression.
Sheng Yonghou's expression was not very good. He had never expected that Pei Shunqing knew that Songhe was Yingxian. When they talked about Songhe, Pei Shunqing had never shown it.
Ying Xian frowned her eyebrows. She is not stupid. Hearing these words from Pei Shunqing, and looking at his completely different performance from before, she found that she seemed to have made a bold guess.
"Father, what's the matter with him?" Ying Xian pulled her father's sleeves. Does the abnormality of the old man in the past two days have something to do with Pei Shunqing?
How should Sheng Yonghou explain this? Pei Shunqing is still around. He can't directly say that people liked you before, but I'm worried about your body, father, so let him show it. So I can only hesitate for a long time, unable to say a word. But when Pei Shunqing heard this sentence, she suddenly raised her head and turned her gaze on Xiao Fatty Ying Xian.
Ying Xian was still waiting for her father to speak, and suddenly she was stared at by Pei Shunqing, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. It is really that Pei Shunqing's gaze is too strange, as if to eat people.
Pei Shunqing and Ying Xian Fatty looked at each other for a while, and he suddenly laughed, but this smile was not the same as the previous one. Ying Xian couldn't tell how exactly, but she felt that Pei Shunqing seemed very sad.
"Master Ying Hou, this child used to be Du Lizhu, did you know her before? Why did you suddenly want to accept her as a righteous daughter, and then adopted it directly?"
"Ying Xian passed away less than three months, and even I have not yet come out. Ye Hou Ye, who was still in grief all day long ago, don’t see the slightest grief now? Could it be that just a few days can make Hou Ye forget the funeral. Female pain?"
"I heard that Lord Ying Hou was chanting to Ying Xianri at the Bodhi Buddhist Temple some time ago. Why doesn't he go now? Let me guess, hasn't he stopped going since I saw the child from the Du family? If Lord Hou is unwilling to inform, I can check it myself."
The more Pei Shunqing talked about it, the more strange it became. Yes, Sheng Yonghou was really abnormal these days, but he didn't even notice. But how can a normal person have such a bold guess?
He gradually shifted his gaze from Sheng Yonghou to the little fat man, "This kid wears the best clothes. Master Ying Hou loves her so much, why?"
"Is it because she is Ying Xian?" When Pei Shunqing said this, her tone was very determined, and she paid attention to the expression of'Ying Xian'. Sure enough, seeing her showed a look of surprise that was not consistent with her age.
Pei Shunqing suddenly understood why he thought the child's gaze was weird before, and he became familiar again. Think about it, isn't Ying Xian always looking at herself like this before.
Sheng Yonghou had never seen such an aggressive Pei Shunqing, and suddenly he didn't know what to say. In this case, he didn't say anything. He scowled and stood up, "I think you are sick and start to talk nonsense. In that case, we will go back today."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the little fat Ying Xian next to him and walked outside.
Pei Shunqing supported the table to stand up and shouted: "Master Hou is not willing to say today, I will check it out by myself tomorrow, and then go to the door to find someone."
Sheng Yonghou paused, and Ying Xian, who was lying on his shoulder, sighed and patted his father's shoulder, "Let me down, I also have some doubts to figure it out."
Sheng Yonghou turned his head to look at Pei Shunqing who was standing by the door, and hesitated: "But..."
Ying Xian patted him on the shoulder again, "It's okay, Dad."
Sheng Yonghou pressed his lips tightly and walked back to Pei Shunqing holding his daughter in a dark face.