Xianjun is too bad: please get on the pirate ship

It is said in the heavenly scriptures that when cultivating immortals, mortals must have no desires, no thoughts, no feelings, and no heart. If Qing Ying is really a person of this way, everything that Hong Niangzi has done will eventually become a vain scene.

"Wealth? Fame?" The red lady opened her eyes and smiled miserably: "Sister, I understand in my heart that these are just my wishful thinking. I am already thirty-two this year, thirty-two. !" Her voice dropped, as if she was about to drop into the dust: "But sister, if I don't do this, if I don't give myself such a little hope, how can I live?"

She is already 32 years old, and she is no longer the good old age when she can be beautiful without makeup. After the age when she can dream beautiful dreams, there is only a little bit of obsession left to live on, thinking about owning the wealth of the country and the prosperity of innocence In the name of being able to keep him by his side, he is just deceiving himself and others. That person has long since disappeared.

Han Mengxiao was silent for a while, and asked, "My sister understands, but she can't let go, so is she willing to go down the mountain and take over the black shop?"

"Hehe," the red lady laughed again, with some relief: "Yes, not all of them, I came, and also because I like my younger sister, she is pure, free and easy, just like when I was young!"

Han Mengxiao shook her head: "Sister Hong, don't say such things in the future. 32 is not considered old. In our world, there are many women who have just started dating at this age." In the inconceivable eyes of the two, they briefly summarized all kinds of modern society, from the prosperous times of Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming to the industrial revolution of Western civilization, from the Second World War to the reform and opening up of New China, airplanes, TVs, mobile phones... …Speaking of which, it will be another day.

In order to ease the sadness in Hong Niangzi's heart, Han Mengxiao also said something unscrupulous: "Dear, you have to figure it out, I am a ghost, not a ****..."

In the middle, a few people only ate some snacks and tea brought by the maids.Zi Yihan came here once, opened the door and saw three people in the room looking at him with teary eyes, he was stunned for a moment, retracted the foot that stepped into the door, turned and left.

In the afternoon, the heavy rain finally stopped, the sun showed its face, and the orange light shone through the thick clouds, which was extremely gorgeous.A maid knocked on the door and came in, saying that Zi Yihan had prepared dinner in the West Flower Hall for Han Mengxiao and others to use.

Han Mengxiao raised the corners of her mouth and said, "It's not easy for us to take advantage of the invitation. After sitting here for a long time, everyone must be hungry. Let's go over."

"Okay, listen to my sister!" The red lady stood up and said with a smile.

Han Mengxiao's things in the modern world, which she never even dreamed about, dilute her sadness, make her feel warm, feel that this world has endless possibilities, that there is life and hope.

West Flower Hall, Linshui Terrace.

Zhenxiu Delicious set up a table, but Zi Yihan was not there.The servant girl said that Zi Yihan left temporarily.Han Mengxiao didn't take it seriously: "In this great peaceful age, he is just an idler, what can he do?"

The red lady smiled and said: "People in the world say that Lord Han is a bloodthirsty demon in hell, cold and cold, but I have seen him these days, but I think he is very considerate. This is because he is a big man, and disturbs others." I told our sisters to speak their minds, so I just avoided it."

"Really?" Han Mengxiao looked at the dishes on the table, and his heart warmed up. If this is the case, then he has intentions, but if this is the case, the relationship between them is just a cooperative relationship, and he can't help it.