Young Gan Ning
"The old fortune teller said that my bones weigh only two taels and one cent, and that I have the lightest and meanest fate in the world."
"Then? Then I weighed his bones, which were two hundred taels!"
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Gan Ning handed her a knife, then turned around and squatted down, pointing at his back: "Carve your name, A Guang, here."
That wasn't actually her name, she thought. But she still took the knife and asked, "Why?"
Because... He froze for a moment and said, "Because I can't see here. If I can't see it, I won't think of you."
She put down the knife dumbfounded: "Then why carve it?"
"Others can see it. When I die, the person who collects the body will know who to give me to."
Gan Ning squatted there, playing with a piece of dogtail grass nonchalantly, and now put it in his mouth to chew.
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After the death of the old ceremonial officer of the palace, the young prince rode his horse to leave Guangling and went south to meet the if line of the mad dog boy. Medium to long novel. There are a lot of private and pre-made dishes that are not covered by the warranty.
Intention: Stepping on the God of Destiny
