The girl in yellow put a purse embroidered with a picture of flowers blooming on the table. Qing Ning picked it up, looked at it, and asked with a smile: "I suddenly remembered that since we met you, not only your appearance has not changed, but also your clothes."
The yellow skirt has never changed. Is it true that you are Baihua Fairy as I said?"
"If you like this beauty-preserving technique, I can teach you." The girl winked mischievously.
"I don't think so! She just wants to live like an ordinary person in this life, getting together and separation, birth, old age, illness and death." After Jia Qi finished speaking, Qing Ning smiled and said nothing. If I remember correctly, this was her own wish.
In the Ninth Prince's Mansion, Luo Yunchen was practicing calligraphy in front of the desk when the brush in his hand suddenly broke into two.
The clenched fists and whitened joints betrayed the suppressed calmness on his face.
He asked coldly: "Have you checked clearly?"
Kneeling in front of the case is a man dressed in ordinary people's clothing. He has a kind face and kind eyes, but at this time, his honest face is slightly nervous.
"The investigation was very thorough for fear of missing something. Even" he paused, "it was just a fire to open the autopsy. They were all changed beyond recognition. In addition, Beizi got the news too late, so we can only confirm that there are indeed two bodies in the tomb."
The female corpse held a low position and secretly investigated. Many people were sure that Lord Yue's family members might be real."
"Kill all those who deserve to be killed. Those who are alive are worse off than dead. I can't do anything. Now even the teacher's family has lost the God of Wealth. What's the point of me living so quietly?" Luo Yunchen
Sneering again and again, my heart is filled with despair
The God of Wealth raised his head, with a look of loneliness and helplessness in his eyes: "Your Majesty, life and death matter, you have done your best for them. I have asked about it. In the past three years, they have lived very well without much trouble. After death, it can be considered
It was a grand burial, but I am afraid that someone will spread this news to Master Yue. I am worried."
"Now the fourth brother is still in the capital. He also grew up with his teacher. Don't worry about it for now. As for Meng Ziqi, the original plan has been put aside. The emperor's movement is too big. I am not the only one who can't tolerate him. Let's watch the show first.
Okay." Luo Yunchen looked at the words on the paper that were damaged due to his own excitement, and wondered if Situ Aohan had the ability to turn the decayed words into something magical.