After leaving Song Ci's room on Friday, he went downstairs to the dormitory and squatted on a big rock in front of the yard.
Staring in the direction of Shen Si Lou, Wu Wu was filled with emotion.
As early as two years ago, after the kidnapping of Song Fei by Mu Mian was exposed, I saw Song Fei's photo on the news on Friday.
But he was a blind man in his previous life, so he didn't know what the little general Nangong of the Luo Dynasty looked like. He just heard people say that the little general was born with a beautiful face, a country and a city, and a heroic spirit.
He went to visit his son in Kyoto last year, and his son knew that he was very interested in things from the Luo Dynasty, so he took him to visit a museum.
In that museum, after seeing a portrait on Friday, I realized that the woman was Nan Gongxian, the general of the Luo Dynasty. It was only on Friday that I found out that the little general actually looked like this.
Two months ago, he opened the Mo family's registration website, and saw a face somewhat similar to the little general's. He clicked on the face and looked at it, only to realize that this person turned out to be Song Fei.
At that time, Friday had doubts about the relationship between Song Fei and Nangongxian. But what he didn't expect was that the reincarnation of General Nangongxian was not Song Fei, but Song Ci.
Finally found the little general Nangong and His Majesty, successfully made people recognize the hypocrisy of the ancestors of the Mo family, and exposed the ugly behavior of the Mo family. The big stone that had been pressing on Friday's heart for decades finally came down.
On Friday, there were two sudden beeps on WeChat on my mobile phone.
When he opened WeChat, he saw Song Ci making noises in the group.
Song Ci: [Good morning, everyone.]
The people in this wechat group are all big bosses from Huaguo Traditional Chinese Medicine Association and Chinese medicine family.
The Mo family has always been the leader of the group, and other medical families must follow the lead of the Mo family. Song Ci's note name is 'Young Master of the Mo Family', so as soon as she bubbled up, she attracted a warm welcome from other people.
[Good morning, young master Mo, when will Patriarch Mo's funeral be held? I want to buy tickets in advance, high-speed rail tickets are hard to buy now.]
When Mo Suixin died that day, Song Ci notified everyone in the group.
Patriarch Mo passed away, and all the bigwigs in the Chinese medicine circle had to come to the memorial service.
Mr. Long was also asking: [Young Master Mo, is the funeral date confirmed? I called the Mo family yesterday, and your people kept saying that the funeral date has not been confirmed yet, what happened?]
Song Ci spoke again, this time, she sent a long announcement—
[Obituary:
It is with a heavy heart that we inform everyone that Mr. Mo Zhangkuang, the patriarch, Mr. Mo Suixin, and the patriarch's wife, Ms. Mo Yang, passed away the night before and last night respectively.
A memorial service is scheduled to be held in Yaoshen Valley in three days' time. If relatives and friends come to express their condolences, please be on time.]
More than a hundred people in the whole group, whether they love water or diving, came out one after another. Their speech, like copy and paste—
First floor: [! ! !]
Second floor: [! ! !]
Third floor: [! ! !]
After a short period of shock and distraction, the group of friends immediately opened the ticketing software and bought tickets to the Valley of the Medicine Gods.
After reading the chat message on Friday, I lit a cigarette and looked at the Yaoshen Valley below in a daze.
The Mo clan, which has been in glory for more than six hundred years, is finally about to fall.
This day has come too late.
Song Ci suddenly received a lot of memories, his mind was a little confused, and soon fell asleep again. About an hour after she fell asleep, the man beside her opened those gray-blue eyes.
Han Zhan stared at the ceiling above his head and noticed the glare of light beside him. He turned his head and looked over, only to find that the setting sun shone through the glass window into the bedroom.
Han Zhan's expression was confused, his memory was still stuck in the moment when he died holding Nangongxian, and he couldn't tell where it was for a while.
He felt that his shoulders were a little heavy, and he turned his head to look, and seeing Song Ci's peaceful sleeping face, his wandering and confused consciousness suddenly woke up.
He is Han Zhan!
This is the 21st century, and it is no longer the Luo Dynasty!
Han Zhan looked at Song Ci's appearance, and carefully compared her with Nangongxian's appearance in his memory.
From the looks of it alone, the facial features of the two are indeed somewhat similar, but their temperaments are completely different. Nangongxian's appearance is more heroic, and his eyes are arrogant and unruly when looking at people.
As for Song Ci, she is truly the beauty of the country, with exquisite facial features. She is also a beauty, but Song Ci is more charming, and her demeanor is charming and attractive.
Han Zhan secretly held Song Ci's hand, and his heart ached when he thought of how she sacrificed herself to refine medicine and protect the territory for herself six hundred years ago.
It is said that Song Ci has a good vision and is lucky to marry the richest man Han Zhan. Only Han Zhan knew that being able to marry Song Ci was a blessing he had cultivated in three lifetimes.
Song Ci was sleeping deeply, but found that her body was suddenly heavy. When she opened her eyes, she saw a person pressing on her body, and that person was taking off her clothes!
Song Ci: "."
You want to sleep with her when you wake up, so you are such a dishonest man.
Song Ci didn't push Han Zhan away, she asked Han Zhan, "So impatient?"
Han Zhan pressed her arms and looked at her with complicated eyes, full of affection and pain. "You are so cruel, how could you torture me like this!"
Han Zhan kissed Song Ci violently, with such ferocity that he wanted to tear Song Ci apart.
After the clothes were taken off, Song Ci felt Han Zhan's unprecedented domineering and excitement, and only then did he understand how painful this man was.
Han Zhan came downstairs to cook. He stayed up on Friday and was watching a sci-fi movie.
Seeing Han Zhan coming down the stairs in a crow-blue silk pajamas, Wu Wu subconsciously stood up and knelt down, "Participate, Your Majesty!"
Han Zhan paused.
He stared at Friday for a long time before saying, "Uncle Zhou, there is only Han Zhan in this world, and Dugu Jie has long since disappeared. You can call me Han Zhan, Mr. Han, or Xiao Han."
The respect and reverence for Dugu Jie on Friday was engraved on his bones. When he saw Han Zhan, it was difficult for him to be normal.
Han Zhan understood how he felt on Friday. No one who was born in the age of kingship dared to disrespect the emperor. Anyone who is contemptuous or offensive may lose his head.
Han Zhan knew that he couldn't persuade Friday, so he said: "In the future, if there are people around, don't do this." After a pause, he said: "I don't want to be treated as a mental patient."
Friday quickly nodded and said, "I understand, Your Majesty."
Han Zhan corrected him again: "Mr. Han."
Friday: "Mr. Han."
Han Zhan went into the kitchen to cook, and Friday followed suit.
Seeing that Han Zhan was about to wash the frying pan, he hurried forward to snatch the frying pan from Han Zhan's hand, and said, "Your Majesty, rest quickly, I will do these things! Your Majesty's hand is for holding the imperial pen and sword, why not?" Can you touch pots and pans?"
Han Zhan: "."
Fifteen minutes later, Friday made a large bowl of beef fine noodles. It smelled numbing and spicy, and the sight whetted my appetite.
On Friday, he held chopsticks with both hands and handed them to Han Zhan: "Your Majesty, please use them."
Han Zhan really couldn't stand the behavior of his subjects on Friday, so he picked up the bowl of noodles and fled upstairs. Song Ci was a little surprised when she saw Han Zhan carrying noodles back to the room to eat, "Why come to the room to eat? It will taste."
Han Zhan said with emotion: "There is a person downstairs who is about to kneel down and call Your Majesty without opening his mouth. I have a big head."
Song Ci laughed, then got out of bed and walked to Han Zhan's side. She stared at the basin of noodles in front of Han Zhan, and suddenly called out, "Your Majesty."
Han Zhan trembled all over, and his hand holding the chopsticks was a little unsteady.
When others called him Your Majesty, he would only feel helpless, but when Song Ci called His Majesty, he heard Han Zhan want to cry. Han Zhan put down his chopsticks, turned his head and said to Song Ci, "You call me Your Majesty, and you will kill me."
Song Ci fell silent.
"Porcelain treasure."
Han Zhan held Song Ci's hand with his crippled right hand, and hid it in the pocket of his pajamas. He held a chopstick in his left hand, took a bite, and bit into several prickly ash.
Han Zhan frowned, and pushed away the bowl of noodles in disgust. "A lot of peppers."
Song Ci picked up his chopsticks, carefully picked out all the peppercorns in the bowl of noodles, wrapped them in paper towels and threw them into the trash can.
Only then did Han Zhan agree to eat that bowl of noodles.
When he was eating noodles, Song Ci propped his cheeks with his hands and looked at him from the side. "You are more handsome than Dugu Jie."
Han Zhan would not be jealous of his previous life, he said: "My father's genes are not good." If it weren't for the beautiful appearance of his mother, Dugu Jie would be even uglier.
In this life, with the excellent genes of Han Mulan and Edward, Han Zhan can look good no matter what.
Song Ci was amused by Han Zhan's words. She thought of something, and suddenly her expression changed slightly, "Oh, we don't have contraception tonight."
Han Zhan said, "I did it on purpose."
There were tools in his suitcase, but he was useless. He wished he could have more children with Song Ci. Song Ci was affected by her first child who almost suffered from depression, and now her head gets dizzy when she hears that she is pregnant.
But when she thought that she didn't even have a child with Han Zhan in her previous life, she wanted to have another one with Han Zhan. She touched her stomach and said, "One and a half years after the caesarean section, you can prepare for pregnancy."
"Well, don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you."
Speaking of pregnancy, Song Ci thought of his wife. She found the phone and said, "Rongrong's godmother is due in a few days. I'll ask the teacher to see if the godmother has given birth."
Han Zhan checked the time on his watch and said to Song Ci, "It's late, Mr. Shen may be asleep."
"No, I know the teacher's character very well. Rongrong's godmother is going to give birth, and the teacher will definitely not be able to sleep these days." Song Ci sent Shen Yubei a WeChat message: [Teacher, are you asleep yet?]
Shen Yubei: [No.]
Song Ci pouted at Han Zhan, "I'm telling you, the teacher must not be asleep yet."
Han Zhan hummed and said, "You call, I'll eat noodles."
"good."
Song Ci went to the small balcony with her mobile phone. She leaned on the railing and called Shen Yubei. Shen Yubei answered the phone and said, "Is the expected date of delivery accurate? Will it be brought forward?"
Song Ci laughed, "Teacher, have you been having trouble sleeping these past few days?"
Shen Yubei nodded, "Where can I sleep? When I think of your godmother's birth, I feel very nervous."
When answering the phone, Shen Yubei was sitting in the baby's room. He said, "I'm packing my luggage. I've been packing my things intermittently for the past few days. I'm afraid that your wife will be in a hurry and leave things behind."
Song Ci gave the names of all the things she used in production. While she was reading, Shen Yubei sorted out the list.
In the end, he found that all the things he needed were not missing, and he had prepared some extra things, so Shen Yubei felt relieved. "Everything is ready."
"Teacher, don't be too nervous."
"Why am I not nervous!" Shen Yubei's heart ached, and he said, "Your wife is an elderly woman, and the doctor didn't advise her to have a normal delivery. When I think of your wife who is in good health but will be stabbed, I feel so worried." Just panic."
Song Ci was fed a handful of dog food, sweet and sweet.
She chatted with Shen Yubei about confinement, and while chatting, Shen Yubei suddenly heard Di Rongrong shouting in the next room: "Beibei! Beibei!"
Shen Yubei's heart trembled, "Your mistress is calling me!"
Shen Yubei quickly stood up, opened the door and walked out. He pushed open the door of the master bedroom, walked in, and saw Di Rongrong standing up while supporting the bed.
Holding her big belly, she said nervously, "My water broke!" Di Rongrong woke up from the painful contractions, and when she woke up, she found that her water had broken. She didn't even know how long the contractions had been!
boom!
Shen Yubei's mind exploded!
"Song Ci, your mistress' water has broken!"
Shen Yubei's voice was so loud that Han Zhan, who was eating noodles in the room, could hear it.
Hearing this, Han Zhan quickly put down his chopsticks and went to the balcony, hugging Song Ci's waist, "Is it going to give birth?"
"I'm afraid I'm going to give birth."
Song Ci told Shen Yubei what to do next through the phone, so that he would not panic.
Listening to Song Ci's instructions, Shen Yubei sent the things he needed to the car, then returned to his room and carried Di Rongrong downstairs. Don't look at Shen Yubei with long hair, he looks like a gentleman of literature and art, but his strength is not small.
Holding Di Rongrong in his arms, the wind was blowing under his feet, and he walked fast.
He put Di Rongrong in the co-pilot, and heard Di Rongrong say: "Beibei, I think." Di Rongrong looked a little flustered, and she said, "I don't think it's too late to go to the hospital."
Shen Yubei was stunned.
"What?" Didn't they all say, how many hours does it take for a pregnant woman to go from seizure to delivery
Di Rongrong had given birth to a daughter. She had experience in giving birth. She realized that the frequency of her contractions was too dense, the pain was too fast, and the cervix might have been opened.
Di Rongrong felt that the baby was about to be born, and it would take half an hour at the fastest to get from here to the hospital. Di Rongrong said decisively: "Beibei, we gave birth at home!"
Shen Yubei: "!"
Song Ci was also frightened by Di Rongrong's decision. But she quickly calmed down and said to Shen Yubei: "Teacher, listen to the godmother and give birth at home!" It's not that the child is really going to be born, Godmother Rongrong would not make such a decision.
Shen Yubei carried Di Rongrong back to the room again, and put a pillow behind her for her to lean against. As soon as Di Rongrong lay down, Shen Yubei heard Di Rongrong say, "I feel the child has come out."
Di Rongrong's face turned pale from the pain.
Shen Yubei didn't believe it at first, but when he looked down, he really saw the child's hair!
Shen Yubei's legs were weak, he was a little desperate, how should he deliver the baby
Di Rongrong gritted her teeth in pain, trying to give birth. Shen Yubei's head was in a mess, he could only ask Song Ci for help, "Song Ci, I saw the child's head, what should I do next?"
"Teacher, calm down, don't mess around! Next, you do as I say." Song Ci began to teach Shen Yubei to deliver the baby over the phone, and then asked Han Zhan to call Shen Yubei's housekeeper and inform the housekeeper Prepare hot water scissors and children's small clothes.
Five minutes later, the sound of a baby crying sounded in Shen Yubei's villa.
Hearing the child's cry, Shen Yubei was stunned, while Song Ci and Han Zhan showed relieved smiles.
Outside the door, the housekeeper had already prepared hot water and scissors. He knocked on the door and asked Shen Yubei, "Sir, can I come in?"
Shen Yubei quickly covered Di Rongrong with a quilt, and then said, "Come in."
The housekeeper brought the things in, and Shen Yubei put the child on the bed in front of him. He picked up the scissors, but he hesitated to cut the umbilical cord.
Di Rongrong ate two bowls of rice and a bowl of soup tonight, and she is in good spirits at the moment. Leaning on the pillow, she noticed that Shen Yubei was hesitating, and told Shen Yubei in a weak voice: "Cut it off, I won't hurt, and neither will the child."
Shen Yubei frowned, pinched the baby girl's umbilical cord, and cut the umbilical cord with his teeth. The old housekeeper dressed the child while Shen Yubei helped Di Rongrong give birth to the placenta.
After all this was done, the ambulance arrived just in time.
Shen Yubei breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, the housekeeper on the side said in surprise: "Sir, look quickly, the little baby has five fingers on his hand!"
Hearing this, Di Rongrong and Shen Yubei were overjoyed at the same time.
Shen Yubei hurried to the side of the crib, picked up the little baby girl's hand and looked at it carefully. She does have five fingers on her hand, but the middle finger, ring finger and little finger are all tightly attached to the palm, which looks like a developmental deformity.
Shen Yubei tried to separate the child's fingers from the palm, but failed. He frowned and said to Di Rongrong: "Rongrong, the child has five fingers, but the other three fingers grow together with the palm."
Di Rongrong comforted Shen Yubei in turn: "Perhaps the separation technique can heal her hands."
"must be able to!"
The butler brought the doctors and nurses into the house, and Shen Yubei, together with them, sent Di Rongrong's mother and daughter to the Women's and Children's Hospital. On the way, Shen Yubei squatted beside the ambulance bed. He held Di Rongrong's hand and kissed him, "Thank you, Rongrong."
Di Rongrong shook her head, she said, "Give me something to drink."
Shen Yubei used a straw to feed Di Rongrong some warm water, and then heard Di Rongrong say: "Beibei, you must protect our baby."
The death of the first daughter dealt a heavy blow to Di Rongrong, she will definitely protect this little baby!
Shen Yubei nodded, "That's natural, I will definitely protect your mother and daughter."
"I'm calling Lorraine and Mo Yao now."
Shen Yubei picked up Di Rongrong's cell phone and started calling relatives and friends one by one. After the phone call, he shared the good news of Xi Deqian in the WeChat circle of friends.
Song Ci swiped into the teacher's new circle of friends. She zoomed in on the photo, stared at the wrinkled little girl in the picture, and suddenly said, "I miss Miaomiao and Junjun a little."
Han Zhan bit her neck before saying, "We'll go back after three more days."
"Um."
In the afternoon of the next day, colleagues rushed to Medicine God Valley one after another to attend the funeral of Mo Suixin and the three of them. The night before the official memorial service, all the bigwigs in the WeChat group rushed to Medicine God Valley.
Mo Fengying had already taken over the Mo family. She sat in the position of the head of the Mo family and watched these Chinese medicine masters who came from afar. Thinking that the Mo family's glorious history of more than 600 years will be destroyed tomorrow, I feel ashamed.
But Mo Suiyun noticed something. He brought Mo Fengying a cup of honey grapefruit tea, and said to her, "I haven't heard Miss coughing in the past two days."
Mo Fengying was slightly taken aback, "Really?"
After thinking about it carefully, she realized that she had indeed not coughed in the past two days, and her body did not have the feeling of being out of breath after a little fatigue.
Mo Fengying was puzzled, she murmured: "Could it be that after the true face of the Mo family is revealed, the curse will be lifted?"
Mo Fengying couldn't figure it out, so she didn't think deeply.
In the early morning of the third day, three coffins were placed side by side on the square in front of Shensi Building. From left to right, the old Patriarch Mo Zhangkuang, the Patriarch Mo Suixin, and the Patriarch's wife Mo Yang.
Three black lacquered coffins were placed in front of the Shensi Building, very intrusive. Some people found it strange that the icon of the ancestor of the Mo family was missing in the Shensi Building.
"Zhan Zhan, why is the statue of ancestor Mo gone?" Mr. Long stood with Han Zhan, both wearing black clothes. He knew that Han Zhan had been recuperating in the valley during this time, so he must know what happened in the valley.
With a mysterious smile on his face, Han Zhan replied irrelevantly, "Grandpa Long, you will know later."
Mr. Long's eyes were so vicious, and he could not help being a little suspicious when he saw what Han Zhan was plotting at a glance.
Everyone gathered together, whispering to each other, secretly speculating about the cause of the death of these three people.
At eight o'clock, Mo Fengying walked up to the high platform.
Without a microphone, she stood alone on the high platform and said loudly, "All seniors and colleagues are welcome to take time out of their busy schedules to express condolences to my grandfather, father and mother."
"The Mo family has a history of 672 years since its development. It is recognized as a great family of Chinese medicine. The Mo family in Sichuan and Shu, the master of the country! I used to be honored to be a member of the Mo family. But recently Some things make me ashamed."
Hearing this, a group of bigwigs looked at each other in blank dismay.
What happened to the Mo clan
Mo Fengying couldn't bear to continue talking, she was terrified when she thought that the Mo family's glory would end in her hands.
Behind the crowd, Song Fei shook her phone at her.
Seeing Song Fei's movements, Mo Fengying turned slightly pale.
Song Fei found her last night and told her that everything that happened in the Mo family during this period was recorded by her with surveillance equipment.
Song Fei threatened Mo Fengying to voluntarily and publicly confess the crimes of the Mo family and Mo Liansheng at today's condolence meeting!
If Mo Fengying does not cooperate and does not take the initiative to plead guilty, then Song Fei will edit the events that happened a few days ago into videos and post them on the Internet, so that the Mo family's scandals will be exposed to the eyes of the whole world!
It is better to lose face in front of your colleagues than to lose face in front of the whole world.
Mo Fengying pinched her thigh fiercely, felt the pain, and regained her senses before continuing: "Today, I want to confess to my colleagues that the Mo family has hidden crimes for more than six hundred years! Those innocent people who were murdered by the Mo family, repent!"
"What is Miss Mo talking about?"
"What crime did the Mo family commit?"
The bosses in the audience are all confused.
Hearing the uproar from the audience, Mo Fengying was about to cry, but she was also a sinner, and she had to confess to the crimes committed by herself and her family.
Mo Fengying said with a trembling voice: "Six hundred years ago, the ancestor Mo Liansheng was able to save Emperor Taiping because he created the unparalleled Fengchun Pill! Externally, the ancestor publicized that Fengchun Pill is used made from the heart of a strange beast. In fact"
"In fact, the so-called strange beasts are actually people!"
Hearing this, everyone was dumbfounded!
"Fengchun Pills are made with human heart?" Mr. Long's face turned white when he thought that he still had a Fengchun Pill in his family. "Miss Mo, are you really trying to deceive us?"
The others also stared at Mo Fengying in surprise, waiting for her to explain clearly.
Being stared at by the colleagues present, Mo Fengying blushed with shame and shed tears on the spot. She wiped away her tears, choked with sobs, and told all the scandalous things that Mo Liansheng did back then.
There was no sound in the whole square, only Mo Fengying's atonement and repentance could be heard.
"Every Fengchun Pill of my Mo family is made from the heart of an innocent druggist. And those medicines with miraculous effects are also mixed with the blood and flesh of the druggist. The reason why I have tried the prescription of the Mo family, but still can't make it with the same effect."
Those sitting here are all bigwigs and masters in the field of Chinese medicine. Even if their medical skills have not reached the pinnacle, they all have a benevolent heart of doctors.
In the past, they all regarded the Mo family as a pyramid, and they were all proud of being able to study in the Mo family when they were young! But after hearing the ugly truth today, I just feel that the Mo family is really disgusting!
This is not a group of doctors, this is simply a group of demons and heretics!
Seeing the anger and condemnation on everyone's faces, Mo Fengying was too scared to speak. This is the first time Mo Fengying has encountered such a situation since she was so old. She can't even speak fluently.
At this time, Han Zhan stepped onto the high platform. He said: "Hi everyone, I'm Han Zhan, the boss of Zeus International."
There are quite a lot of people who know Han Zhan.
Seeing Han Zhan speaking on stage, the noisy square suddenly became quiet.
After Han Zhan waited for no one to make any more noise, he said, "A few days ago, a core disciple of the Mo tribe secretly released the last medicine man in the world. Let's call her Yaomao."
"Grandma Yao's escape allowed me and the people of the Mo clan to discover the existence of Yaoren. Through Granny Yao's dictation, we learned the secret of Fengchun Pill, and learned that the Mo family spent six hundred years trying to obtain the medicine man. More Yao people, committing the crime of genocide against the Nangong family!"
"Through the family diary of a doctor surnamed Zhou, we found out that during the Luo Dynasty, the Fengchun Pill that Mo Liansheng, the ancestor of the Mo family, used to save Emperor Taiping was made from the heart of a human being. A murdered medicine man was the most famous female general in history."
". Nangongxian!"
"Six centuries have passed, and General Nangongxian is finally looking forward to the day when his grievances will be redressed, and the souls of countless murdered medicine men will finally be laid to rest."
Han Zhan glanced at the three coffins in front of him, and said expressionlessly: "Seeing that the crimes of the Mo family were announced, Mo Zhangkuang, who knew that he was guilty of endless crimes, committed suicide on the spot with the Patriarch and his wife! People will also be taken to the No. 1 Prison to serve in prison.”
As we all know, Prison No. 1 is a purgatory on earth, and all the prisoners in it are heinous criminals. Every criminal who goes in has no chance of getting out.
As soon as Han Zhan finished speaking, he saw Friday leading a man in a black suit onto the high platform. Many people who often watch news broadcasts recognized the identity of the young man behind Friday.
Seeing this Mr. Zhou, everyone was surprised.
Why is he here
Zhou Baoguo, 38 years old, is Friday's adopted son. He was eight years old the year he was brought home for adoption on Friday. On Friday, I feel that the world is peaceful and happy, and I named my adopted son Zhou Baoguo, hoping that he can serve the country!
Han Zhan only heard that Friday said that his son had some influence in the capital and could handle this matter well, so he left the matter of punishing those Mo clan elders to Friday's son.
But he never expected that the son of "somewhat powerful" in Kyoto, as he said on Friday, would be Zhou Baoguo!
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When my grandfather was still alive, he would always mention Zhou Baoguo in front of Han Zhan. Every time he was mentioned, my grandfather would always be amazed and satisfied.
Can a person who can be recognized and expected by foreigners not have a few brushes
On Friday, he took his son to meet Han Zhan. After the two young people in the same grade shook hands and talked for a while, Zhou Baoguo took his people to Xishan, dragged those elders out of Xishan, and brought them back to Kyoto. .
He hadn't seen his son for a long time on Friday, so he explained the situation to Han Zhan and then slipped away with his son.
And a group of people who came to participate in the condolence activities, after learning the true face of the Mo family, didn't want to stay in this Yaowang Valley for a moment, and left early without even participating in the burial ceremony.
Seeing the elders being taken away, Mo Fengying didn't dare to say anything. She just asked Han Zhan worriedly: "Elders, will you die?"
Han Zhan stared at Mo Fengying sternly, and asked, "You are worried that the elders will die, but who will worry about the exterminated Nangong family?"
Mo Fengying bit her lip, not daring to say any more.
At noon, Han Zhan also took Song Ci and Song Fei, and left Yaowang Valley by helicopter. Han Zhan sat on the helicopter and looked at Xishan.
The former cave was built into a cage, but the five or six zhang wide opening at the top of the cave is still there, and it is covered with lush trees.
Staring at the big opening, Han Zhan suddenly took Song Ci's hand.
Song Ci saw that his whole body was tense and his mood was not right, so he covered his eyes with his hand, and said domineeringly beside his ear: "Don't look at Yunyan in the past, look at me, I am as beautiful as a flower, and seeing it will make you feel good .”
Han Zhan's sad heart became happy.
The tone she said this was exactly the same as Nangongxian's tone when he asked with a smile at the Qingluo Banquet downstairs whether he wanted to be in love with her for the rest of his life or if he wanted to have an affair with her.
Some things are timeless.
For example, her character, her smile, her arrogance and affection.
(end of this chapter)