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On the day when Jiang Chengzong and his wife were kicked out, light snow was falling in Bianjing City. Jiang Yu was standing at the entrance of the alley wrapped in a torn cotton jacket, watching Ms. Liu throw her birth date into the charcoal brazier, and only slightly curled her lips. After hearing the news, Jiang Chengzong and his wife rushed over, holding her legs and crying: "Yu'er, we have raised you for fifteen years. When the Jiang family becomes rich, we must not forget our roots! How can we get half of Jishantang's water transport share!" Chen Erlang, who had been entangled before, wanted to try to catch up with him again, but Jiang Yu casually drew a "meeting ancestral symbol". Every night he dreamed of the innocent ghost killed by him asking for his life, and he was so scared that he fled Bianjing overnight. Jiang Su, who once quarreled with the sky and the earth, now follows Jiang Yu every day and delivers tea and water: "Sister! The old Taoist from the ruined temple in the west of the city said that your talisman can control the house, can you draw one for me too?" Suddenly a clear voice came from behind: "Do you need a carriage?" I don't know when Chu Jiulang was standing in the corridor, with the peace charm she drew tied to the jade belt around his waist, and his black official robe became more and more restrained by the snow light. Jiang Yu hugged the fox and stood up: "No need, I can go by myself." But Chu Xuanyin took a step forward and put the heater into her hand: "I'll go with you." Hu Meiliang poked her head out of her arms and wagged her tail at Chu Jiulang, who was full of purple energy. It seemed that her master's golden thighs were more proactive than imagined.