Two things happened the next day.

First, Qiao Yiyun Qianmo and Qinghuan finally met in the inn. When they were planning to return home, bad news came from the street, the king died, the whole city was under martial law for three days, and the whole country was filial piety.

I can't go anymore.

Yang Xu'er sat in front of the window, leaning her head against the window, watching every household outside peel off the Spring Festival couplets pasted for the New Year and replace them with white cloths, and the officers and soldiers beat gongs everywhere to mourn, except for the occasional broken hair blown by the wind moving in the air from time to time, the whole person looks like a sculpture.

Qing Huan came in, and she didn't notice it.

"Xu'er, you're alright!"

"Qinghuan, I'......

Chapter 159 of "Crossing the Floating World": The world is not worth it, I am hitting it with my hand, please wait for a while,

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