Leftover Girl Crossing: King Leng's Stand-in Concubine

Chapter 729 Why Do They Look So Similar! ①
Although this face resembles Lin Mingyang's, his demeanor and tone of voice are completely different. This person is timid, and Lin Mingyang will always have the attitude that the winner is king.

What's more, Lin Mingyang had already died in the hands of Murong Jin.

It's just that such a similar face still made Qingqing's heart tremble, and those memories came flooding back.

The man's trembling hands were bleeding profusely.

Qingqing asked someone to take him to a nearby inn, and did some simple treatment for him, ordered a few baskets of steamed stuffed buns, and this man named Gouzi started to eat them hungrily.

His eyes were full of fear and timidity, so how could it be Lin Mingyang?

Qingqing thought in her heart that Lin Mingyang was dead, and this man was just a poor man.

What's more, Lin Mingyang's kung fu is so high, how could he be slaughtered like a lamb.

Seeing that he was full, Qingqing gave him a gold ingot and said, "You can use the money to start some small businesses yourself, it's better than living with people scolding you now."

The man took the ingot with a trembling hand, his eyes were full of gratitude, and he said, "Since I was caught by that boss to dance the lion, no one has treated me so well. Madam, your surname, I will definitely go through fire and water in the future."

Wanyue stared at him, and called out in a crisp voice, boss, boss.

Apparently Xun'er didn't remember Lin Mingyang because he was too young at that time, but he just followed them obediently.

Qingqing hugged Wanyue to her side and said to her, this is not Lin Mingyang, Lin Mingyang is already dead, and about going back to see him today, don't tell Father.

The second half of the sentence was spoken so lightly that only their mother and daughter could hear it.

Although Wanyue still had a puzzled look on her face, she still nodded vigorously.

Qingqing is humane to this person, anyone will do it if the road is injustice, and anyone will do it. You don't have to be too grateful, just live your future life well.

Talking and pulling the two babies, we should also go home.

They boarded the carriage that had already been waiting outside, the wind gently flapped the brocade curtains, and one could vaguely see that person still standing at the door of the inn watching them leave.

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The system has been upgraded in the past two days, but the author’s background has been blocked, and I can’t upload it. Huh, everyone often checks it out. I don’t know when it will be better.

(End of this chapter)