Anyway, Sister-in-law Jiu is probably not pregnant if she doesn't have a glowing spot in her belly right now.

But if it happened, it would be better to find out as soon as possible. She didn't want the tragedy like the last time to happen to Sister-in-law Ninth.

A woman cannot have too many miscarriages. Frequent miscarriages will be very troublesome.

Jiu Fujin didn't think too much and agreed with a smile.

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"You two are here. You must have known each other before. This is Mr. Dongguan." Si Fujin helped introduce them.

"I have seen nine blessings and ten blessings in my humble position. The two blessings are auspicious!"

Yuhe wears colorful divine clothes, a pile of scattered jewelry and ornaments, a colorful divine hat, and piles of gold, silver, pearls and jade.

At first glance, the visual impact is simply too scary.

That is to say, her appearance and temperament are now under control. If someone else dressed up like this, she would be just a movable jewelry shelf.

Yuan Wense said with a smile, "I didn't expect that the road that never turns will turn around, and the people that don't turn around will turn around, and we will meet again after going round and round."

"You helped me, and I said at that time that no matter how difficult it is, I will help you once in the future." Yu He's eyes flashed with gratitude, and his words were ruthless, meaning that he would only help you this time.

, the two sides will be clear from now on.

Sifujin felt even more guilty.

If the Tianshan Snow Lotus female shaman can really cure Honghui, she will owe her ten younger siblings a lot.

Yu He glanced sideways and saw his master's haggard look, and felt heartbroken, so he decided to ask Chang'an how he managed things next time.

It seemed that the master suddenly lost himself and Liu's mother, leaving only that unreliable guy in Chang'an.

During this period of time, I have learned a lot about Mama Liu's makeup skills, so it would be better for me to ask Mama Liu to go back and help my master as soon as possible.

A few people exchanged casual greetings and then got down to business.

Yuan Wense was very interested in the ritual of dancing to the gods.

Someone took out little Honghui, who was so sick that he was reduced to a handful of bones.

This child has a natural demeanor. Even after being burned like this, he still bows to adults in a decent manner, and his expression is not chaotic at all. He does not look like a 16-year-old child at all. He is calm and collected, facing this upcoming rebirth, or once again

The abyss of despair.

He was sitting in the southeast seat, and his body was a little shaky. The maid holding him slowly removed her hand worriedly, as if she was afraid that he would fall at any time.

Yu He holds a drum in his left hand and a mallet in his right hand, sitting cross-legged in a special position in the northwest corner of the "Ta Liao Lan".

Yuhe's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, as if dancing, he raised one hand to stretch gracefully, and yawned gently with the other hand on his lips.

The raised hand was suddenly lowered, and with a "bang" sound, the divine drum was struck.

She stood up in an extremely graceful manner, beating the drums, jumping, and singing, with an extremely deep tone.

In shamanism, music is a special language for communicating with gods, and sacred drums and waist bells are special tools for shamans to use this language.

The grand and noisy sound of drums and bells almost occupies the entirety of shamanic music.

The unpredictable, simple, rough and wild sound, coupled with her soul-stirring charm, has an indescribable power.

Shamanic music is a synthesis of song, dance and music.

Yu He sang softly, Niu Erxi raised his hand and clapped for a while like a conductor, making everyone follow suit.
Chapter completed!