Su Yan hinted at Feng Qianmi with grace.

Qiansu is the name that Feng Qianmi told Su Yan, and Su Yan also saw through it and didn't say it, only when Feng Qianmi was Qiansu, not the prince of the dynasty.

Su Yan named Qianyan, used Feng Qianmi's "Qian" as his surname, and gave Qianyan the same name as him.

Thousands of banquets and thousands of banquets, Feng Qianmide protected thousands of banquets because of Su Yan.

Xu is a rare moment of pity, Feng Qianmi called Qianyan's name in front of Su Yan.

Since then, there is no Su banquet in the world, only a thousand banquets.

Feng Qianmi was thinking at the time, his name is Qiansu, and Su Yan's surname is Su, so let's give face.

Feng Qianmi's biological mother, also surnamed Su.

Later, Feng Qianmi and Yin Rongyan were always tolerant of Qianyan, but fortunately, Qianyan didn't like to show up, and many people didn't know that there was a person named Qianyan next to Feng Qianmi.

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The next day, it rained lightly during Qingming.

When the sky broke, Ruan Cixi put on his clothes, looked at the Qingming rain outside the door as always, and picked up the oil-paper umbrella in the cabinet.

Chi Chun and Chi Dong also came to Ruan Cixi's courtyard early to wait.

"Let's go, today, let's walk home." Ruan Cixi chuckled lightly and opened a pale cyan paper umbrella with a Bodhi flower painted on it.

In a deep courtyard of the Prince's Mansion, a locust tree is planted, and the tiny locust flowers are knocked to the ground by the light rain, and the white boots step the flowers that look intact into the soil.

The young man in white raised his head slightly, letting the rain hit him.

The long hair was getting wet, close to the skin, and the long eyelashes were slightly curled with raindrops, and a water mark was scratched under the eyelids as they fell.

In addition to a locust tree in the yard, a lot of tea trees are also planted.

"You don't like tea, you don't like acacia flowers."

"But why aren't you angry?"

"You're so good to come to my dream, it's good to say it......"

Feng Qianmi sat under the tree, with a rare embarrassment.

"Just say it, and let me do anything."

"Even if you never chose me."

That person, never thought that he was also an object to choose.

Feng Qianmi covered her eyes and chuckled.

"You're pathetic."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Xuanlang is a selfish and pitiful person.

Feng Qianmi has always known.

There is a small room behind the locust tree, and through the shadow of the tree and the rain curtain, a tablet is faintly visible.

Qingming, if it rains, it is very suitable to pretend to be rainy.

Changli Slope, Nguyen Family Jong Temple.

In this year's Qingming Festival, only Ruan Cixi came, and the once glorious Ruan family is now so downtrodden that a female baby comes to worship alone.

Ruan Cixi followed the rules of previous years, and saluted the ancestors and ancestors one by one, and did everything himself.

This is Ruan Cixi's sincere heart, and she has always respected her ancestors.

"Miss, it's okay." Chi Chun held an umbrella for Ruan Cixi, and watched Ruan Cixi worship one by one, and the clothes on his body were already dirty and messy.

Chi Chun's heart ached.

The tombs of the ancestors of the Nguyen family are not actually here, they are only part of the new tombs. Before this, Ruan Ci Xi had already worshiped the ancestors who did not have a cemetery in the ancestral hall and gave them incense.

"Chi Chun, you see, there are not many tombs here where their bodies are buried." Nguyen Ci Xi knelt down at the last grave, and her parents' graves were not here.

"These are all well-dressed mounds."

"Their bodies were either thrown into mass graves or decomposed on the battlefield."

"Only a few people, the corpses can be transported back to the capital, and no one on the battlefield can never collect their corpses."

"Since the Ruan family went to the battlefield, the Ruan family has never been buried in the ancestral land."