Tianshi Fubao is three and a half years old, spoiled by the tyrant father

Hearing what Huang Yangyu said, Gu Zhaozhao slowly got up.

But she still sat by the bed, trying to block Duan Qingying with her small body.

"Master, my mother was resurrected by Zhao Zhao, if you think doing this is a way of heaven, then arrest Zhao Zhao."

Huang Yangyu stepped forward and stretched out a finger to slam Gu Zhaozhao's head, and pressed it hard.

The trembling little milk ball raised its head back and fell on Duan Qingying's body.

"Do you think you would have the ability to revive your mother if Master hadn't instructed you?"

Gu Zhaozhao scratched his face with his small hands, as if he had thought of something.

"That's right, I remember hearing Master's voice, and then I thought of a way to revive my mother."

Huang Yangyu stretched out his hand to grab Gu Zhaozhao's collar, lifted her up and put her in his arms with a light lift.

Gu Zhaozhao looked back, only to find that Duan Qingying, who was lying on the bed and still in shock, had a cinnabar red spot between her eyebrows.

She, who was already extremely delicate and pretty, was a little more lively and bright.

"Master, what did you order for mother? Mother has become beautiful."

Huang Yangyu pointed to Gu Zhaozhao's small satchel, "From today onwards, your little mirror will be your mother's magic weapon.

Only by supporting each other can the two of them eliminate their own karma, and your mother can stay in the world for a long time. "

Gu Zhaozhao touched the satchel with his small hand, and found that Jing Jing inside was beating violently.

Yes, she hasn't seen Jing Jing come out for activities for a long time.

I almost forgot that there is also a little mirror spirit.

"Is Jing Jing very happy too?" Jing Jing in the satchel jumped a little more violently.

Knowing that the person in front of her would not hurt her, Duan Qingying also relaxed.

She slowly straightened up and glanced at Gu Zhaozhao.

"Zhao Zhao, this is your master, what should I call my mother?"

Before Gu Zhaozhao could speak, Huang Yangyu said, "My surname is Huang, you can call me senior."

No matter how stupid Duan Qingying was, she knew from the conversation between the two just now that she would not be resurrected without Huang Yangyu.

Then he bowed down and saluted him respectfully, "I've seen Senior Huang."

Huang Yangyu stroked his beard with a smile, "It's not bad, it really looks like everyone else."

He turned his head and looked at Duan Zhaorong who was stunned, "Come here."

Duan Zhaorong was taken aback for a moment, he felt a little embarrassed to be so instigated in front of his junior.

But he also knew that Huang Yangyu must be far above him no matter in terms of ability or seniority.

He could only rub his hands, and walked over resentfully, "Please tell me."

Huang Yangyu handed Gu Zhaozhao in his arms to him, "Their mother and daughter have extraordinary life experiences now, you must remember that you must never let other people know otherwise it will definitely bring disaster."

Duan Zhaorong looked at the little man in his arms in panic, "Okay, I'll make a note."

After so many things, he certainly knew that it was not easy.

It never occurred to him that his dead daughter could reappear alive before his eyes.

It strengthened his thoughts even more.

That palace was an endless cage, and he would never let his daughter go back to that dark place again.

Fortunately, now that Gu Rongzhan has lost his memory, his plan can be postponed.

Huang Yangyu seemed to have seen his thoughts, and his face became cold and solemn, "Some things are not something you can do if you want to, so you have to think twice before doing it."

After saying that, he swung his fly whisk and turned to leave, "Master Zhaozhao is gone, Master will come when there is trouble."

There were only four people left in the room, and Yimei also left a family of three with a sense of humor and turned around and closed the door.

As soon as Yimei left, Duan Qingying immediately stepped forward and hugged Duan Zhaorong's neck.

"Father, my daughter is back!"

The elderly Duan Zhaorong held Gu Zhaozhao in his arms, and was bumped by Duan Qingying again, almost falling down.

He took a few steps back and finally stabilized his figure.

But he still squinted his eyes and kept smiling, "Okay, I'm finally back."

Gu Zhaozhao put one small arm around Duan Zhaorong's neck, and another small arm around Duan Qingying's neck, grinning sweetly in the middle.

"From now on, Zhaozhao will have a father, a mother, a grandfather, an uncle, and a brother."

Feeling the warmth from her daughter and father, Duan Qingying's eyes turned red again.

She suppressed the tears that she almost shed, and nodded vigorously, "Yes, we will never separate again in the future."

But she suddenly thought of something, "Father, there is an old woman in the east of the city who is the mother of my body. She has passed away from illness, and I hope that my father will send someone to bury her."

Duan Zhaorong readily agreed, "That's natural, you can also go to Shangzhuxiang to kowtow at that time, so you can be regarded as your biological mother."

Gu Zhaozhao reached out and took out Jingjing from the satchel, "Mother, Master said that Jingjing is your magic weapon, what exactly does it mean?"

She has also come into contact with the magic weapon before, it is a very powerful weapon in her hand, but mother is not a celestial master, why is there a magic weapon?

Duan Qingying herself was very puzzled about this point.

She reached out to take it and quietly raised it to her eyes.

At the moment when his own face was reflected in the mirror, a white light suddenly appeared, and the three of them couldn't open their eyes.

A cute little girl suddenly appeared in the mirror.

That girl is Jingling Jingjing, she looks exactly the same as Gu Zhaozhao.

Duan Qingying, who was quietly looking outside, called sweetly, "Mother."

She stretched out her small hand towards Duan Qingying, and that hand passed through the mirror and touched her face directly.

The three of them froze in place with surprise on their faces.

Ku Guzhao patted his head, "I understand, what Master means is to quietly protect Mother.

Because my mother has just merged with this body, the soul is definitely not very stable, and needs to be quietly helped by the side.

In this way, you can accumulate merit and help your mother quietly. "

Quietly nodded in the bronze mirror, "Yeah, that's it."

She found out that in this world besides Gu Zhaozhao, there were actually people who could hear and see her, and she walked around in circles excitedly for a while.

"I have a mother, I have a mother!"

On the contrary, Duan Qingying seemed very confused, "Zhao Zhao, this..."

Gu Zhaozhao touched her cheek with his small hand, "Mother, don't be afraid, Jingjing is Jingling, because she was stained with Zhaozhao's blood, so she and Zhaozhao are the same person."

Duan Qingying nodded half understanding, "Well, it's the other Zhaozhao, right?"

The little guy thought for a while, "You can also say that."

Although Jingjing looks the same as her and shares the same mind, Jingjing is considered independent.

She is not her double or double.

She is quiet.

The family of three huddled together, Duan Qingying was holding her fist in her hand and quietly grinning from ear to ear.

Duan Zhaorong shouted loudly to the servants outside the door: "Pass the order down, the whole house can come to the party tonight."

Beside a big tree not far from the gate of Duan Mansion, Ji Lingxiu watched silently with his hands behind his back.

And beside him was Qiu Yinong wearing a veil, "Why didn't your Highness follow in, we know that this is an important opportunity to find out the secret of Gu Zhaozhao's life experience."