Queen, I call you home for dinner

Chapter 104 Looking up at the bright moon

Su Xiaoxiao sighed deeply.

The Mid-Autumn Festival was originally a day for family reunion, but now she is in this shitty Changle Dynasty... a dynasty that has never been recorded in history.

And her family...her boyfriend...are all in the 21st century People's Republic of China.

It is a modern country.

There's air conditioning... there's computers... there's TV...

Even though the very capitalist boss often oppresses her...but he still takes pity on her life.

And in this backward dynasty.

Nothing!

I don't even have a friend I can talk to...

There are only a steady stream of women here, and...a flamboyant and cruel stallion emperor...

Why do people pass through her through time, she dresses so sadly.

Not even a hero!
Where is she, Su Xiaoxiao, who was hit by the emperor!

Ugh……

Su Xiaoxiao wanted to cry and was homesick.

Seeing this, Yunyi remembered that her mother had just asked about the Mid-Autumn Festival, and thought that her own mother missed her family, so she couldn't help comforting her: "My mother, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lord Duanmu will come to the palace to see you, my mother."

Yi Yun also continued, "So, Niang Niang, you don't have to be homesick anymore."

Su Xiaoxiao looked up at the moon.

"Every festive season, I miss my relatives a lot. How can this situation teach me not to miss home?" What the hell is Duanmu's house...it's not her relatives!Her relatives are far away, in the distant People's Republic of China...

Alas...

Alas...

Alas...

Su Xiaoxiao misses home very much...

"Ma'am, let's read poetry."

Su Xiaoxiao was taken aback.

She stared blankly at Yiyun.

Yiyun said: "In the past, when my mother was homesick, she would read poems about homesickness..."

Yun Yi also said: "Yes. And when Madam was sad when she was a child, Mrs. Duanmu would also read poems to Madam, after Madam heard it, she would not be sad anymore..."

Su Xiaoxiao black line.

It turns out that this body used to have such a bad taste...

That's fine...she appreciates it.

"Yunyi, read it to Bengong." What about reciting poetry? After she entered the workplace, how could she have time to touch such romantic things?She had long forgotten to go to Java.

(End of this chapter)