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Chapter 210

Chapter 210 Everyone has misfortune and good fortune

The little eunuch raised his sleeves to wipe his eyes and said with a thick nasal voice: "In the month since I entered the palace, no one has been so kind to me. They all bully me."

"If you don't want to be bullied in the palace, you have to be more flexible. You and my father-in-law will learn more from now on."

"Yes, I know."

"You wait in the general's mansion first. My father-in-law will come soon. You can do whatever you want. Remember to listen more and learn more."

"Yes." The little eunuch dared to look at Ye Qianning secretly with his restless eyes.

Although she is small, her status in his heart gradually grows.

Ye Qianning felt that it would be easier for Sang Zhi to cultivate a smart person by his side.

When she talks about Sang Zhi, she will think of the blessing value of space. There are so many tedious things at home that she has no time to get close to Sang Zhi. Space is still a piece of land.

She had a lot of doubts and curiosity about space. There were only two pages of items in the booklet, and the thick stack at the back was blank. As long as enough blessing points were accumulated, the album would also change.

Items that appear on the atlas will also appear as seeds as the land expands.

Ye Qianning took the medicine bottle given by Sang Zhi again. Refining the medicine was also essential. People are prone to misfortunes and good fortunes. She took medicine seriously due to this emergency.

"It's okay. It's okay. We were very anxious when we heard the news."

"Stop screaming, this is my mother." Zhan Chi was surprised.

She had to start refining the elixir. First she needed a very large alchemy furnace...

Zhan Yi helped Mrs. Zhan walk up to her in a few quick steps. Mrs. Zhan's eyes were slightly red, and she looked very much like her. Her features and eyes were like those of her eldest daughter when she was a child.

"Little... little girl, how are you? Are you okay?" Zhan Chi took the lead and walked over.

elder sister?

Mrs. Zhan was quite surprised to be called sister by her granddaughter. There was such a big gap in seniority.

"Little girl, do you still recognize me?" Zhan Yi asked in a low voice.

"Hey, okay, okay, come on, look who this is." Zhan Yi pushed Madam Zhan forward.

The three of them were stunned when the title came out.

"fine."

Mrs. Zhan's eyes were red, with joy and excitement in her eyes: "Granddaughter...granddaughter..."

Ye Qianning didn't see Mrs. Zhan last time she returned home. Now when she saw her, she felt very comfortable and friendly at first sight.

Even though he is fifty years old, he is very well-maintained and looks like he is thirty-seven or eighty-year-old at most.

Ye Qianning just glanced away and fiddled with the porcelain bottle.

Zhan Yi led Madam Zhan and Zhan Chi over in a hurry. They were stunned when they saw the people in the courtyard, and then Madam Zhan fixed her eyes on Ye Qianning and couldn't move away.

Ye Qianning was thinking when a sound came from her ears, and she turned to look at the door of the courtyard.

"I think this sister is young and good-looking. She looks like she is twenty years old at most. How can she be your mother? You are already so old." Ye Qianning rolled her eyes.

Ye Qianning raised his head: "I recognize it."

Penglai Fairy Mountain...

He is a very beautiful person, he is dignified, elegant, and temperamental. He is described as Mrs. Zhan.

"Sister, my name is Ye Qianning." She raised her head and smiled.

Zhan Yi subconsciously looked at his wife's face... Although her wife was quite pretty, it was a bit outrageous for a six-year-old baby to call her sister.

Thinking about it, Ye Qianning felt itchy. When things at home were resolved, she would definitely stick to Little Old-Fashioned.

"I'm only twenty-four, so I'm too old." Zhan Chi was annoyed.

"Everywhere is old."

"You...hum." Zhan Chiqi hummed, saying that Xiang Minghou is old, he is already thirty-one or twelve years old.

Mrs. Zhan hid her smile when she saw this, but she didn't expect that her son would sometimes be speechless.

(End of chapter)


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