March in the world, suddenly warm and then cold
At this time, there was some chaos in the backyard. When Chongshan struck lightning for the third time and struck the plaque she had inscribed, Jiang Yaozhi broke the pen in her hand and splashed the ink from the inkstone all over the white bird.
It was a thousand-year-old ink, and it was also mixed with gold powder produced by Wutong Mountain. Thanks to Chongshan's quick skills, the golden ink only touched his cuffs.
Jiang Yaozhi looked at Chongshan's increasingly distorted face, turned around and spread her arms and ran away, but Chongshan grabbed her by the collar from behind and lifted her up. He held her by the collar and made her look at him, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you said you couldn't beat me, forget it, now you can't even outrun me, you really have blinded your Phoenix Clan origins."
He smiled and carried her out. Jiang Yaozhi felt a little tight in the chest and short of breath, so she scratched his chest with her hand.
"Tell me about you. We are both direct descendants of the Phoenix clan. Sister Sixteen is perfect, but you don't know anything. How do you live with her under the same roof?" Chongshan kept walking and making sarcasm. As he spoke, he had already carried Jiang Yaozhi to the door, held her little head down, and asked her to look up.
I saw a plaque of agarwood hanging above the vermilion gate, with three characters of flying dragons and phoenixes written on it - Fu Meng Zhai
Jiang Yaozhi glanced at Chongshan with a smile on his face, snorted, and walked straight to the back room, "I don't have the majesty of Heixiaziling."
"The corner of a dead duck's mouth."
Since then, Fumengzhai has been open to business.