When the time comes, one person will attain enlightenment, chickens and dogs will ascend to heaven, and Aunt Hua will naturally be able to straighten herself out as she did in her previous life.
No, she can't tolerate this happening.
Yun Zheng's eyes flashed lightly, and he held her big hand a little tighter. After a moment, he opened his mouth and said: "Looking at Miss Hua's face, she doesn't seem to be blessed in life. The person's surroundings are not clean. She wants to be safe and sound.
Giving birth to a dragon son and a phoenix daughter is not an easy thing."
Because his strength was a bit strong, Lin Qingran struggled slightly and failed to open it. After listening to his words, she believed her. She had also stayed in the largest courtyard. Everything in it was valuable, except for human life.
It’s valuable, let alone a child in the belly.
Although she felt sorry for the child who didn't know whether it existed or not, but in a life-and-death situation, in order for her three brothers and sisters to live well, she still hoped that if Hua Ruoxi really had a child, it would be best not to give birth to it.
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"This is the best. Aunt Hua and Hua Ruoxi are like grasshoppers in the same boat. I don't want her to follow the rising tide." Without her previous worries, Lin Qingran felt a little tired while sitting hand in hand with him, leaning against her body.
The car wall said lazily.
"I heard that Aunt Hua went to the family temple." Yun Zheng held Lin Qingran's hand and used a slight force to separate her body from the car wall. With his other hand, he placed a cushion behind her to make her comfortable.
Lean on.
After finishing these tasks, he poured another cup of hot tea into her hand. Then he poured another cup of hot tea, gently blew a piece of tea petal floating on the water, and continued in a calm tone:
"In older family temples, there will always be poisonous insects and snakes. If you accidentally bite your face, it will be a big deal."
Lin Qingran's eyes lit up and his eyebrows curved: "Yun Zheng is right."
The two looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.
Lin Qingran lowered his head to sip tea, and glanced at Yun Zheng who was sitting quietly with his peripheral vision, his thoughts were a little wandering: There is always someone in the world who knows what you think and what you think, as if everything you have is invisible in front of him.
, but he is still willing to go to great lengths for you who are not beautiful, to protect you, to pamper you, and even to the point of getting blood on his hands for you.
And has she always been the young man in front of her who looks gentle but is actually the coldest and most sinister?
He didn't say that the family temple was in disrepair and was most prone to accidents. Was it because he understood her feelings and knew that she would not let Aunt Hua die easily?
Lin Qingran could see herself in the light and fragrant tea. She could see her lips curling up slightly, smiling a little happily. When she smiled, her eyes became moist, and there were big eyes at the corners.
The teardrops fell straight down, and landed in the tea with a crisp sound. Although this extremely subtle sound of water droplets could not be heard at all amid the sound of the axles and horses' hooves.
However, the wet eyes were still easily discovered. When Lin Qingran wanted to hide it, he could no longer stop the tears. He could only lower his head as hard as possible, not wanting to be discovered by Yun Zheng.
But who is Yun Zheng?
He could clearly see the tiny wounds on her fingertips that even Lin Qingyin couldn't notice, so how could he not notice her tears?
Yun Zheng originally wanted to close his eyes and rest his mind, and handle the two things just now without leaving a trace, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he felt that Lin Qingran's mood was not right. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw her head hanging down.
Low, shoulders shaking very slightly.
She - cried!
This realization was like a sharp arrow shot into his chest, and countless tumbling thoughts came to him at this moment.
I believe no one in the world knows better than him how strong this crying girl is, but such a strong girl is like a wounded little beast at this moment, whimpering with grievance, and every cry is a sharp knife, gouging out