Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Zhuge Canglan suddenly felt a little nervous and she couldn't explain why...

Yutian Xuanhuang saw that her complexion was cloudy and uncertain, and her eyes were flickering with unconcealable tension, so she asked, "Do you need my help?"

Zhuge Canglan shook his head: "No need!"

She reached out to touch the door panel, hesitated for a few seconds, then pushed slightly, and with a creak, the courtyard door was pushed open.

Yutian Xuanhuang pulled her in, and as soon as Zhuge Canglan entered the door, he saw a middle-aged woman in a cobalt blue dress walking towards him, and said to himself: "Hey, there is no wind, what's wrong with the door?" Was pushed away?"

Zhuge Canglan's face was startled. After seeing the woman's appearance, his eye sockets were automatically sore without being controlled by his brain, and a layer of water vapor appeared.

After the middle-aged woman closed the door, she sat in front of the loom and continued to weave. Her face was rosy, and her expression was not depressed at all. She didn't look like a female ghost. There was a look of happiness in her eyes, which anyone with a discerning eye could see It can be seen that she must be very satisfied with her current life, otherwise she would not have such a satisfied and happy look.

That word was stuck in Zhuge Canglan's throat, trying to say it, but he couldn't make a sound.

Liu Rou... her deceased mother.

In the bottom of her heart, there is a person that she can never forget, a regret...

Even though she always felt that she didn't have much affection for Liu Rou, she couldn't deny that mother and child are united, blood is thicker than water, and that kind of bond of family affection still made her body think of her first every time she saw Liu Rou. His rationality reacted one step earlier.

Zhuge Canglan stood still in the yard, looking at Liu Rou who was weaving with her head bowed in front of the bed.

Yutian Xuanhuang was standing beside her, holding her slightly trembling little hand, and let her watch without urging or speaking to comfort her.

After an unknown amount of time, a middle-aged man with a simple and honest complexion walked in, and shouted loudly after entering the door: "Lady, I'm back."

When Liu Rou heard this, she immediately put down the shuttle in her hand, ran out of the house, and came to the man with a long skirt, and said softly: "Husband, you are back, why is it so early today? I haven't cooked yet. "

And the man is Liu Rou, a fake male ghost in the underworld, he chuckled, "I came back a little early today, Rouer, look, when I came back today, I saw a salesman selling jewelry. I saw it at first glance. I won, I think it must be suitable for you, do you like it?"

As he said that, he carefully took out a silver hairpin from his arms as if offering a treasure, which was a bit rough in workmanship, and it was not really a good thing. The head of the hairpin was wrapped with a ruby, which looked a bit vulgar.

Although Liu Rou has worked as a scare in Zhuge's house for many years, she has seen good jewelry, but she did not show the slightest dislike, instead she blamed: "You say you, buy these things that waste money What to do, I'm so old, it's useless to bring these things."

Although she was reproachful in her mouth, her eyes were full of joy, and she even had the shyness of a young girl, she looked like a young girl who was just in love.

"Why is it useless, my wife... is the prettiest, come, I will bring you for my husband."

"Hmm..." Liu Rou nodded shyly, letting the man insert the rough hairpin into his long black hair.

The man looked at it for a while and said with a smile: "Hey, the lady is so pretty."

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