[Gu Anbai made great contributions and was promoted because of the affairs of the Xia family, and finally married his fiancée, and was harmonious and beautiful. Yuelao's voice came from the peach blossom mirror.

[And that Lianchen was adopted by another family, but unfortunately the family treated him badly, and after giving birth to a child, they abandoned him again, and then left several families one after another, all of which were in a similar situation, which was really pitiful. 】

"Tell me, what is Xia Qianwan's long-cherished wish?" Qianwan poured a sip of tea.

[Protect the Xia family, take care of Lian Chen, and get Gu Anbai's love. 】

"Love?" Qianwan propped up her jaw and frowned with some doubts, she had lived for nearly a thousand years, and she didn't know what love was. In those days when Liu Qianwan was in those mortal books, men and women were infatuated, love and hate, but she felt bored.

That's it, she is a god, is she still afraid of a mortal?

[Shenji, do you want to see the reaction of the old man after Liu Qianwan's death? Yue Lao touched his beard, looking like an old god was there.

"No, you don't." What's so nice about that?

The milk doll must be secretly happy, not to mention the two forces of the prime minister and Zongzhengwu, but also suppressed Dayan and Hu Ren, and she, the general, also retired in due course, and the country is very stable.

Yue Lao watched Qianwan come out of the void unexpectedly, took out another peach blossom mirror from his sleeve, and sighed, "It's okay, it's okay, you have to sort out this entanglement of marriage lines." ”

The scene on the peach blossom mirror was obviously relying on Zong Zhengyue, who was sitting in front of Liu Qianwan's tomb.

It's just that the eyebrows and eyes are handsome and extraordinary, and they are already in their prime.

The plain-clothed man has mournful eyebrows and eyes, and his figure is thin.

"General, do you know that the widow has a saying that has always been hidden in his heart......" Zong Zhengyue touched the arrow in his hand and muttered to himself, his eyes were indelible sadness, "I thought that if you returned from a great victory that day, I would tell you ......"

Zong Zhengyue held the arrow in her arms, and the clothes on her body were a little wrinkled, as if she had been sitting for a long time.

"Widow, General Xinyue."

The breeze was cool, and the rain fell obliquely, He Zhongshu slowly stepped forward with a pot of tea, but found that the man who was sitting in front of the tombstone had already closed his eyes.

The teapot fell to the ground, and he knelt on the ground with a pop, and He Zhongshu burst into tears, "Master! ”

Empress, Herb.

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Qianwan came out of the Naxu Ring and was shocked by the scene in front of her.

Modern furnishings fill the rooms in high-end gray tones, with a layer of goose-down European sofas with orange warmth spread by sunlight, and a coffee table with delicate tea sets resting on the translucent checked floor.

There is a mural with a beautiful artistic conception hanging next to the luxurious and cumbersome chandelier, and the modern simple and atmospheric furniture can be seen everywhere.

After sorting out the memory of the original owner, Xia Qianwan, and understanding the specific purpose of each thing that surprised her, a certain immortal slowly breathed a sigh of relief, wore high-quality cotton slippers, stepped on the soft blanket slowly, and then ......

picked up the teapot on the coffee table, poured it into his mouth, and frowned at the end, "It tastes weird, rotten tea." ”

[Shenji, the human beings of this era call it Roselle tea, which is beautiful and beautiful, and has the effect of calming the nerves. Yue Lao was paralyzed on the peach blossom tree, holding a puff fan and shaking, hehe, it's really rare to see Shen Ji like this.

Qianwan pulled her mouth, remembering the annoying Roselle fairy in the upper realm, she threw the teapot aside with a little disgust, and heard someone knocking on the door.

Following the habit of Xia Qianwan in memory, he took a newspaper from the coffee table, sat on the sofa, and folded his legs.

Coldly snorted, "Come in." ”