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The beauty in the world flourishes due to fate. The fireworks in this world that I covet will come as scheduled.

There is a storyteller in Beijing, and every time he tells a story, he is always present. Today he told the story of the richest man in Yangzhou, the young master of Jiang Mansion, and his maid. Little cuties, you can pay attention to and support the author's other book "If the Life of a Girl in the Yun Family Is Just Like the First Meeting", thank you!

[1V1, a relaxing and sweet article! Sweet pet! ] I heard that the Yun family, the richest man in the capital, had three thousand gold, and all of them were as beautiful as flowers. But very few people have seen Miss Yun Er. Some people say that the second young lady is as beautiful as an immortal, charming and charming, and can charm all living beings with her charming smile. Some people also say that the second young lady is ugly, faceless and terrifying. She wears a veil all day long...

The phoenix rests on the phoenix tree, carrying the blue sky on its back, but it is not the one who is dying, and then it is today's general Tunan. Chong Yaoyao said that she was too 'difficult' and that she was just a weak lark. Everyone hopes she can become a phoenix, but she doesn't want to be any phoenix. She just wants to be a salty bird that eats and sleeps well. Hey, what do you mean, why did you take her with you when you were going through a thunder tribulation, but she was struck by lightning and turned into a roasted bird. What's the matter with you? If you are not a good immortal king, why should you go down to the human world to survive the tribulation? You said you would overcome the tribulation, so why would you take her with you? Please let the bosses let her go! She doesn't want to. I just want to be a quiet bird, and the rest has nothing to do with her. Xuanze Shenjun said: I don't care what you are, in my heart you are the cinnabar mole in my heart.

Moth: I love you like a moth to a flame, I get nothing, but it is the right choice for me. Crow: Just think that I am unlucky and cannot have good luck. I only hope that you can sense it from afar. Butterfly: In a thousand years, in the time of a butterfly, your luck will emerge from the cocoon and become a butterfly. Butterfly comes to meet you again. A short story written randomly by the author himself, Vae's little squirrel.