I'll show you today

An Shanhai sat back on the bed again, he stuck out his tongue and moistened his dry lips, then he gently held Shen Changyun's cold hand, and let out a long sigh.

Under the purple twilight, Shangguan Tan was extremely busy. It took him three days to build a totem tower, which pierced into the sky, and it was engraved with complicated spells.

After a few days, when he has achieved great power, he will use the power of the totem tower to let An Shanhai stir up the real aftermath, and his sister will come back, and those annoying people will also disappear!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help pacing left and right, looking at the most satisfying masterpiece, with a happy smile on his face.

Looking at it, Shangguan Tan couldn't help but walked over. He knelt down, lifted his robe, leaned on the totem tower, and kept rubbing his cheek against the charm on the tower.

How much I want you to stay by my side forever.

That's it, Zheng Qing looked at the ethereal soul floating in the air, stretched out his hand to touch it, but found nothing, he quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded, his thick eyebrows knit together, his His head shook slightly, his teeth were clenched, and tears fell uncontrollably from his widened eyes.

He is difficult to control, and he does not want to control, wrong wrong wrong, all wrong!

When we first met, it was at a medicine shop. He was wearing a military uniform and riding a tall horse passing by the side of the road. The girl's face had a gentle outline, and she was making calculations. Put it on: "Oh, my eldest lady, go back quickly, the master has come to remind you four or five times."

The girl raised her small chin slightly, and said with a rather smug expression: "Treasurer Wang, look at my account, it's pretty accurate."

Shopkeeper Wang was eager to invite this Jade Guanyin away, and said in a consistent voice: "Yes, yes, Miss, don't embarrass the villain."

The girl didn't bother, got up neatly, went out and got into the carriage, the sun was shining on her face, it was so bright, just this one glance, I will never forget it.

He got off his horse, took a few soldiers, stepped on his riding boots, and entered the pharmacy with a "thump". smile.

"Commander!"

He looked around and nodded slowly.

Shopkeeper Wang accompanied him and said cautiously: "I don't know which gentleman or lady in your house is unwell, and what medicine to take, just tell the younger ones."

He just looked straight at Shopkeeper Wang, but he bowed at ninety degrees, his head was almost touching his stomach, he was a little impatient, pulled off his gloves, and patted the back of his neck: "Raise your head."

Shopkeeper Wang raised his head with a smile.

He put on his gloves again and asked, "Was that lady from your family just now?"

Shopkeeper Wang's smile froze on his face: "Huh?"

A soldier next to him said fiercely: "Ah, what, the commander asked you something!"

He waved his hand to stop, and the shopkeeper Wang was so frightened that tears filled his eyes that he almost knelt down. He replied tremblingly, "That's my lady."

"Who is your master?"

"Our master's surname is Song, Song Yuansong."

That night, all the big families in Yaocheng received invitations to the ball from Commander Zheng.

Yaocheng is rich, but it is also feudal and pedantic, and retains the habits of the former Qing Dynasty. Many people don’t know what a dance is, and it’s only for dinner. Song Yun is picking beautiful skirts in the room. They are all old-fashioned clothes with exquisite patterns. Top beautiful.

The servant girl knocked on her door: "Miss."

She was looking at a pear-blossom embroidered skirt with a stand-up collar, and when she heard the servant girl's voice, she put down her things and said, "Come in."

Song Yun took a closer look and found that the person who came was Ting Lan from her mother's room. Ting Lan saluted and said to her, "Miss, Master and Madam call you over."

Song Yun was very puzzled: "Do you know why my father and mother are looking for me?"

Ting Lan shook her head and said: "I don't know." She frowned again: "Master's expression is slightly displeased, miss be careful."

Song Yun nodded thoughtfully, and then went to the main hall with her.

Before reaching the main hall, Song Yun heard his father scold him angrily: "It's because you are used to her being so pampered!"

Then came the mother's exclamation.

She hurried over and saw her mother being pushed down beside the chair, she couldn't help saying: "Mother."

The mother looked at her and shed a line of tears.

She knelt beside her mother, looked up at her father and said, "Father, what did mother do, you want to treat her like this."

Song Yuansong snorted coldly: "There is no way to teach a girl, I taught you like this, you should be beaten!"

Song Yun said: "Dare to ask father, what did your daughter do?"

Song Yuansong pulled the white gauze from the flag table and threw it on the ground: "What is this?"

Song Yun picked up the white gauze and saw that it was a beautifully crafted western dress. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he still said to Song Yuansong without changing his face: "My daughter doesn't know where this came from."

"Of course you don't know," Song Yuansong's originally pretended strength suddenly collapsed, and he fell down on the grand master's chair, slapping the armrest constantly due to anger, his face flushed red.

"This is from Commander Zheng. Tomorrow's dance is your wedding! What are you going to do! Hey!"

Song's mother finally cried aloud.

Song Yun was stunned, and said after a while: "I've never seen him before, how could..."

Song Yuansong pointed at her and reprimanded: "I told you earlier, women should not always show their faces in the street, but now it's good, they have taken a fancy to you in the pharmacy, and they want to marry you as the eighth concubine!"

Song Yun felt dizzy and collapsed on the ground. Mother Song, who had been crying so much, crawled over and hugged Master Song's leg, crying, "Master, Yun'er can't be a concubine no matter what, she is your descendant." Daughter, you have to save her!"

Master Song, who was strong all his life, lowered his head, and he was already in tears: "My daughter, why don't I feel pain, but in this world, no matter how famous and hopeful our family is, how can we hold our head up under the barrel of a gun? There is no way."

Wrong wrong wrong, all wrong, wrong step, wrong step by step.

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