All evildoers are black-bellied: Out of print Concubine Diao

"Pearl, you sit down and have a rest." Yan Weile took her back to her original position, and sighed after speaking, knowing that she loves him, but she can't see her tormenting herself like this.

These few days he could hardly sleep at night, and he could tell from his worries, whether it was a blessing or a disaster, he could not avoid it in the end. He has always been worthy of the heaven and the earth in his conduct and deeds. Forget it.

"Impossible, Dad will definitely help us." In the bottom of her heart, she is extremely determined. Although the world says that businessmen value profits, she can feel that both Zhuge Qinghong and Liang Yuzhen are extremely precious to her daughter. , this matter is related to the honor and disgrace of the Yan family, father will not stand idly by.

Yan Weile wrapped her slender little hand, "One day, maybe already on the way." This sentence is just to comfort her, the batch of official rations is not a small amount, if the Zhuge Mansion really chooses to help They will definitely be seriously injured, even if they choose not to help, he will not care.

"But there is only one day left. If there is no food tomorrow, what should we do?"

"It'll be fine, trust me." Reaching out her hand to tuck the hair on her forehead behind her ear, Yan Weile's tone was gentle and full of love.

Lu Fu looked at the affectionate appearance of these two husbands and wives, and felt extremely worthless for the young master in her heart, but this dazzling and uncomfortable scene was always being played out. The young master was obviously in extreme pain, but he was always holding back She didn't show any emotions, but how could she not know about those subtle mood swings after being by his side for so many years.

In this situation, even she doesn't know whether Qiyin's appearance is the young master's luck or misfortune...

"My lord, my lord." The house slave rushed in with a look of excitement, not noticing that the threshold under his feet fell abruptly, as if he didn't feel the slightest pain, he immediately got up from the ground again, because he couldn't hold back his excitement His face turned red: "My lord, my lord, what a great thing, what a great thing."

"What a great thing, you can talk slowly." Fu Yin's tone was full of reassurance, as if he could sense that the words of the slaves might bring the news they were expecting.

"The city gate guard reported to the future that a large number of people came from outside the city to deliver food to Jingzhou!" The official food finally arrived, finally arrived, and the house slave wanted to cry out from the bottom of his heart.

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