Princess, be nice

Chapter 75

"who is it?"

Madam Yuan asked first.

It's rare to see my husband being so sympathetic, what kind of big man he is.

Yuan Changhuan's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, his heart was suffocated, and he held his breath and concentrated.

"Master Daqi, Long Quyuan."

After saying this, Yuanqi's expression became more and more restrained, and when he mentioned this, his originally violent eyebrows and eyes showed undisguised reverence.

Talk it out.

Long Quyuan, the master of Daqi State, lived in the Tongtian Pavilion for years and months to practice.

It's just that this lord national teacher has the name of national teacher for nothing, and he doesn't do the work of national teacher at all.

Haunted and haunted, unless Daqi is in crisis, he will never appear.

Even so, when the new emperor ascends the throne, he must first kneel down to the south to worship the national teacher, and Tongtian Pavilion is located on a quiet mountain in the southern suburbs of Pingcheng City. It is magnificent and majestic, more luxurious than the imperial palace.

There may be emperors who have never seen the national teacher from the time they ascended the throne to when they abdicated.

And now, this rumored national teacher actually appeared twice within a few days, and each time he saved his daughter!

How Yuanqi believed.

The more he listened, the more Yuan Changhuan felt that something was wrong, "Understand the secrets of heaven, understand the fate of heaven, know reincarnation, and understand yin and yang."

Whispering low.

It is almost impossible to check.

Madam Yuan, who was closest to her, could hear clearly, "Yuanyuan, what's wrong with you?"

The atmosphere of my daughter is a bit weird.

Yuan Changhuan stood up suddenly, his face pale as paper.

In the previous life, there was also Tongtian Pavilion, and there was also a national teacher who was elusive.

Knowing reincarnation, hole yin and yang, could it be that her rebirth has something to do with him.

Otherwise, why does the national teacher always save her? This mysterious man in red is the master of the Tongtian Pavilion. How can normal people lead people in the air.

If it is the legendary national teacher who still exists for 200 years, then it makes sense.

Yuan Changhuan's voice was uncommonly trembling: "Mother, I want to think alone."

"Okay, Yuduan, quickly help your young lady back to her room."

Madam Yuan spoke hastily.

The husband and wife followed anxiously, watched Yuan Changhuan go back to the room and lay down before leaving.

"Is Yuanyuan okay?" Yuan Qi was worried, whether he said something wrong.

Madam Yuan was calm, "If Yuanyuan wants to tell us, then tell us."

"It's true, hey, the girl is getting older, and she has her own little secret, sad."

Hearing her husband's exclamation, Madam Yuan couldn't help but chuckled, "If you will marry again in the future, won't your heart be broken."

"If you want to marry my Yuanyuan away, marry me away first!"

"Fuck you..." Annoyed at her husband, Madam Yuan looked worriedly at the closed door of her daughter's room again.

Yuan Changhuan was lying on the soft bed, his hands and feet were cold and his body was numb.

All the scenes before death in the previous life came to the fore.

Cross your hands and push hard.

Pain strikes.

It was not a dream, she was not in prison, nor was she at Caishikou.

she is at home.

"There is room for change in everything."

Otherwise, why would she be reborn, or why did Long Quyuan save her again and again.

But, what is his purpose?

why?
Long Quyuan.

With his eyes closed, Yuan Changhuan began to recall the conversation and details of meeting him.

Consider every sentence.

"Miss, miss, it's time to get up, Master Hou called you to the front yard, there are distinguished guests visiting."

Yudun's gentle voice came from beside her ear.

Yuan Changhuan suddenly opened his eyes.

"Wow……"

Yuduan was so frightened that she sat down on the ground.

Make a bang.

"It hurts."

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Yudu sat up while rubbing her buttocks, looking at the young lady on the bed.

(End of this chapter)