"Uncle! Stay one more day! Let's let the old woman kill the old hen today and give it to the uncle to drink in the stew pot and chicken soup. The old North Korean man who led the team gestured with his hands, trying his best to persuade Wang Rui to stay for a day or two.

"What did the old man say?" Wang Rui turned to Ji Er and asked. There is no way, Wang Rui can't understand Korean, and this old man can only have a little bit of skin about Chinese.

"My lord! The old man said...... "Ji Er repeated the old man's words one by one, and he was so moved that he shed tears.

After listening to this, Wang Rui was also very moved. These common people, who is good to them and who is not good to them, they are all clear in their hearts.

Lord Wang raised his head, followed the expression of Emperor Wen, looked up at the starry sky sadly, and tried to recall the situation when his most beloved grandmother died in his previous life, and soon his eyes were full of tears.

The people around him were all touched by his expression, and even Wen Qixian, who thought he was the most sensible, was also very moved by him. After all, the words and deeds of these people are spontaneous.

Wang Rui estimated that the director might be about to call the card, so he lowered his head and wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve.

Of course, there are no directors in this era, and Lord Wang is not an actor. He just borrowed from the clumsy performances of the bullshit politicians of later generations.

"How can Wang be virtuous? It was so favored by the people! Wang is ashamed! Folks, please get up! ”

Wang Rui completely entered the state of "performance" at this time, and his words were crying, and he said sincerely, just like when his grandmother died in his previous life.

"Brother, don't be sad...... "Uncle...... Qin Xiaojing and Xiaozhu'er on the side were already pear blossoms with rain, holding Lord Wang's arm on the left and right and persuading.

"Uncle! Stay one more day! Let's let the old woman kill the old hen today and give it to the uncle to drink in the stew pot and chicken soup. The old North Korean man who led the team gestured with his hands, trying his best to persuade Wang Rui to stay for a day or two.

"What did the old man say?" Wang Rui turned to Ji Er and asked. There is no way, Wang Rui can't understand Korean, and this old man can only have a little bit of skin about Chinese.

"My lord! The old man said...... "Ji Er repeated the old man's words one by one, and he was so moved that he shed tears.

After listening to this, Wang Rui was also very moved. These common people, who is good to them and who is not good to them, they are all clear in their hearts.

Lord Wang raised his head, followed the expression of Emperor Wen, looked up at the starry sky sadly, and tried to recall the situation when his most beloved grandmother died in his previous life, and soon his eyes were full of tears.

The people around him were all touched by his expression, and even Wen Qixian, who thought he was the most sensible, was also very moved by him. After all, the words and deeds of these people are spontaneous.

Wang Rui estimated that the director might be about to call the card, so he lowered his head and wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve.

Of course, there are no directors in this era, and Lord Wang is not an actor. He just borrowed from the clumsy performances of the bullshit politicians of later generations.

"How can Wang be virtuous? It was so favored by the people! Wang is ashamed! Folks, please get up! ”

Wang Rui completely entered the state of "performance" at this time, and his words were crying, and he said sincerely, just like when his grandmother died in his previous life.

"Brother, don't be sad...... "Uncle...... Qin Xiaojing and Xiaozhu'er on the side were already pear blossoms with rain, holding Lord Wang's arm on the left and right and persuading.

"Uncle! Stay one more day! Let's let the old woman kill the old hen today and give it to the uncle to drink in the stew pot and chicken soup. The old North Korean man who led the team gestured with his hands, trying his best to persuade Wang Rui to stay for a day or two.

"What did the old man say?" Wang Rui turned to Ji Er and asked. There is no way, Wang Rui can't understand Korean, and this old man can only have a little bit of skin about Chinese.

"My lord! The old man said...... "Ji Er repeated the old man's words one by one, and he was so moved that he shed tears.

After listening to this, Wang Rui was also very moved. These common people, who is good to them and who is not good to them, they are all clear in their hearts.

Lord Wang raised his head, followed the expression of Emperor Wen, looked up at the starry sky sadly, and tried to recall the situation when his most beloved grandmother died in his previous life, and soon his eyes were full of tears.

The people around him were all touched by his expression, and even Wen Qixian, who thought he was the most sensible, was also very moved by him. After all, the words and deeds of these people are spontaneous.

Wang Rui estimated that the director might be about to call the card, so he lowered his head and wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve.

Of course, there are no directors in this era, and Lord Wang is not an actor. He just borrowed from the clumsy performances of the bullshit politicians of later generations.

"How can Wang be virtuous? It was so favored by the people! Wang is ashamed! Folks, please get up! ”

Wang Rui completely entered the state of "performance" at this time, and his words were crying, and he said sincerely, just like when his grandmother died in his previous life.

"Brother, don't be sad...... "Uncle...... Qin Xiaojing and Xiaozhu'er on the side were already pear blossoms with rain, holding Lord Wang's arm on the left and right and persuading.

"Uncle! Stay one more day! Let's let the old woman kill the old hen today and give it to the uncle to drink in the stew pot and chicken soup. The old North Korean man who led the team gestured with his hands, trying his best to persuade Wang Rui to stay for a day or two.

"What did the old man say?" Wang Rui turned to Ji Er and asked. There is no way, Wang Rui can't understand Korean, and this old man can only have a little bit of skin about Chinese.

"My lord! The old man said...... "Ji Er repeated the old man's words one by one, and he was so moved that he shed tears.

After listening to this, Wang Rui was also very moved. These common people, who is good to them and who is not good to them, they are all clear in their hearts.

Lord Wang raised his head, followed the expression of Emperor Wen, looked up at the starry sky sadly, and tried to recall the situation when his most beloved grandmother died in his previous life, and soon his eyes were full of tears.

The people around him were all touched by his expression, and even Wen Qixian, who thought he was the most sensible, was also very moved by him. After all, the words and deeds of these people are spontaneous.

Wang Rui estimated that the director might be about to call the card, so he lowered his head and wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve.

Of course, there are no directors in this era, and Lord Wang is not an actor. He just borrowed from the clumsy performances of the bullshit politicians of later generations.

"How can Wang be virtuous? It was so favored by the people! Wang is ashamed! Folks, please get up! ”

Wang Rui completely entered the state of "performance" at this time, and his words were crying, and he said sincerely, just like when his grandmother died in his previous life.

"Brother, don't be sad...... "Uncle...... Qin Xiaojing and Xiaozhu'er on the side were already pear blossoms with rain, holding Lord Wang's arm on the left and right and persuading.