Great Chu female champion

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Hua Xun and other important figures in the Qingzhou Army have been escorted away.

Making a wish is something I saw with my own eyes, and I feel somewhat lost in my heart.This means that the era of the Qingzhou Army has passed, and Jiming County will belong to the State of Yan from now on.

In the eyes of many people, Wishing is a traitor, looking at her with contempt, no one knows that she is just trying to survive, and it takes more courage to survive against the enemy.

After all, if she wants to live a good life, she doesn't need to do anything, Wenling will give her the best.Still, Wish wanted to do something.

There are many constraints in making a wish, and she is not from Yan after all.But to be an official in Yandi, the identity of Yan people is too important.

Even if Wen Ling took good care of her, the people under his command would inevitably be obedient and obedient. If they are not of my race, their hearts must be different. This sentence is the same everywhere.

This is the fate of subjugation, and the waist can't be hardened.

Most of the people are numb, only a few are sober, and no one dares to resist. Under the rule of the Yan army, they are obedient citizens.

The general situation is gone, it is impossible to restore the country, and there is no such ambition in making a wish.The people around her are just little people, and they can't help.

Moreover, the restoration of the country is too tiring. With her small body, it is better not to shoulder such a heavy task.

Hanxiang stood behind Wishing, since Wishing brought Hanxiang, Hanxiang has been following Wishing, as if positioning herself as her maid.

"Go home." Wishing sighed, she felt powerless.

Tired of making wishes, Hanxiang went to cook. Although she didn't touch the spring water with her fingers, it was different today, so she couldn't carry it.

Soon the smoke rose from the chimney, and Lu Xizhe squatted in front of the stove door adding firewood.Hanxiang and Lu Xizhe talked without saying a word, and their hands were not idle.

"I haven't eaten steamed buns for a long time. Sister Hanxiang, the steamed buns you steamed are big and white. How about you steam the steamed buns at night?" Lu Xizhe stuffed the firewood into the stove pit and asked, looking up.

"Okay, since you like to eat, then I'll make it." Hanxiang chuckled lightly.

Lu Xizhe never despised her, and looked at her very clearly, so Hanxiang was responsive to him, because her status was low, so she needed more respect and approval.

Lunch was ready soon. Lu Xi folded the food and went to make a wish, and the wish had already fallen asleep.

Smelling the scent, Xu Ruo rubbed his sleepy eyes, went to wash up, and then came to eat.

Hanxiang is naturally also on the table, there are not so many rules in the family, and I don't care about those red tapes when I make a wish.I have to say that Hanxiang's craftsmanship is really good, and the dishes are full of color and fragrance.

After eating, Hanxiang started to clean up the dishes, and then kneaded the noodles. In the evening, the steamed buns were to be steamed. The noodles had to be reconciled in advance, and the noodles had to be fermented.

Although Hanxiang has fallen into prostitution, her culinary skills are not bad, even comparable to Jun Youlai's chef, and she is considered to have a skill.However, her identity is always a stain, no one will use her and think she is dirty.

If she hadn't encountered a wish, she might have to continue entertaining people with sex and become a man's plaything.It was the wish that gave her the respect she deserved, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a second life.

So her life was sold to make a wish, and in the future, whenever there is a need for making a wish, she will not frown even if she goes up the mountain of swords or into the sea of ​​fire.

While thinking wildly, the noodles have been reconciled, and the noodles will be made next. She will steam a big pot of steamed buns, and then she will send some to Qian Shiyu and Zhang Shi.

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