Rebirth Of A Noble Daughter: The Marquis Manor’s Abandoned Wife

"Does it look good?" Shen Dingshan shaved his daughter's face. "You watched so intently. Why, can you still understand it?"

And Shen Qingci just cracked his mouth and smiled. The small face, small eyes, and small hands and feet are all that Shen Dingshan loves, and he can't wait to give all his wealth and life to his daughter.

Although he has children and daughters, he is the most painful and guilty of this child. It is her father’s uselessness that caused her to suffer so much. Every time he thinks of his daughter when he first saw his daughter. The patched clothes she was wearing, the firewood she carried on her back, and the buns that had been bitten over the black-faced buns on the table, almost all made him feel like a knife.

This is his little A Ning, the little A Ning he vowed to take good care of, but his father is useless, even her little hands now have large and small wounds.

He held his daughter back again. They walked all the way, not fast. He was afraid that the young children would not be able to bear such frequent rushes, so he stopped and went and took her all the way. Of course, toys I bought a lot, but Shen Qingci’s favorite is the wave drum he bought, and she took it out and shook it when it was okay. What she liked the most was sitting on a small stool by herself and shaking the wave drum. And don't know what you are thinking? Although she still didn't want to talk, she already smiled at him.

Outside, the spring day was just right, and the willow trees had already been smoked, and even the branches that were braving new leaves became greener. The more you rushed to the capital, the warmer the sky.

The grandmother helped Shen Qingci put on a set of light clothes, and saw that this sister of her own seemed to be a little longer recently, the more ice and snow is more cute, but she is very thin and thin, with small arms and legs. It also seems to be broken at once.

"Sister, go to sleep, we will be home when we fall asleep."

The grandmother coaxed Shen Qingci, and then gently patted her on the shoulder to tuck the quilt on her body. The grandmother really feels that Shen Qingci is so easy to take. She is very sensible and does not like to cry. She doesn’t choose to eat. You can eat whatever you give, or don’t eat anything you don’t have. Let her go to bed and get up when she gets up. It’s almost the same as a seven or eight-year-old child. Later, she remembered it again. In the days before Shen Qingci, he could only sigh secretly.

A child without a mother, if he doesn’t grow up, don’t know if he can live a long time?

They stopped and walked until it was almost the beginning of summer when they rushed to the capital. After Shen Dingshan returned in a victory, the people of the Shen family changed their faces directly. They were so happy to rush people back then. But they were talking about their own difficulties one by one, saying that they had no choice but to keep the roots of the Shen family no matter what.

Shen Dingshan is not visible on the face, but in the bottom of my heart is a sneer. What are the roots of the Shen family, are they still roots? His father and mother died young, and the current old lady Shen is only from his second uncle's family, she really thinks it is his mother. With the glory he took back with his life, it took him to earn it with flesh and blood. Qianliang, but he can also drive his wife and children out of his house, and the dowry of his wife is left to his daughter’s dowry. Da Zhou puts filial piety first. If it weren’t because they were still his family’s family, how could he endure He kicked them out of the Shen family a long time ago. Can they still be left in the Shen Mansion as a prestige?

He was just afraid that his children would be talked about in the future.

"A Ning, look, this is our family."