On this day, Jiang Yuan went to court very late. He held a lamp and knocked on the courtyard door. The courtyard was noisy and smelled of alcohol. The summer wind was mixed with the smell of fruit wine, which was not annoying at all. He saw the little girl leaning against the red pillar in the corner of the corridor and holding the wine jar, and couldn't help but laugh. This little girl who doesn't look like a city lord to anyone, is actually extremely powerful. People with such abilities were willing to bow their heads for him and wash their hands and make soup for him.
There were such beautiful treasures in his yard.
His old friends just spread their hands and laughed: They could have grown old together, but unexpectedly they still couldn't escape the crematorium of his wife.
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Intention: Don't believe in prophecies, you must believe in yourself