Abandoned Pit Admiral Unveiled Coffin

"This kid from Shancheng is still so playful~"

He doesn't think it's a troublesome thing to wipe his sister's buttocks. As long as Shancheng can live happily every day, Fusang is more than happy to take all the work on his shoulders.

The dexterous girl quickly cleared up the fallen leaves, and after returning the broom and dustpan, she took not too big steps and walked towards the residence of herself and the mountain city.

"The ingredients don't seem to be enough. It seems that I have to drink preserved egg porridge tonight. I hope Shancheng won't blame me."

Fusang, who was troubled by his family, pushed open the door of the house.

However, the shoes at the entrance made her slightly stunned.

They are all shoes that have never been seen before. Judging from the size, they should be a man, a woman and a child.

"Could it be that he is a guest who is willing to sponsor the festival!?"

The melancholy on his face dissipated a little, Fusang quickly took off his shoes and walked towards the living room.

Except for the elderly who usually come to pay homage, there are hardly any guests here.This is also the reason why Fusang had this idea after seeing strange shoes.

The slightly hurried footsteps caused An Lun and the others in the living room to put down the tea set in their hands.

"At this time, my sister must be back!"

Like a child who waited for the weekly update of JOJO, Shancheng immediately moved to An Lun's side with excitement on his face: "If my sister knows that His Highness is back, she will be very happy."

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Although Shancheng has indeed made great progress in the past few years.But her inexplicable bad luck and natural character have not changed much.

Because he was worried that Shancheng would accidentally pour tea on the guests, or make some bad hospitality, Fusang was extraordinarily flustered.

Nervously putting his hand on the handle of the Japanese real wooden door, Yamashiro gently pushed the door open longitudinally.

However, what was displayed in front of Shancheng was a picture that was completely beyond the scope of her imagination.

wow-

The plastic bag in my hand fell to the ground, and a few red apples rolled out like naughty elves.

In Fusang's sight, his younger sister was holding a man's arm very intimately.

Wide forehead, single eyelid, high nose bridge.

Except for a slightly raised hairline, there is no slight deviation from the person in memory.

"Your Majesty...?"

Fusang covered her mouth, although tears were already rolling in her eyes, but she was trying her best not to let them flow down.

You can't be mistaken, it's Your Highness!Your Highness, he is back!

Three years of praying finally had an effect. It was only at this moment that Fusang really realized what the auspicious event mentioned in the previous divination meant.

On the other side, looking at the young girl who had been stunned in front of him since the door was pushed open, An Lun couldn't stop regretting.

In my own impression, Fusang is an intellectual and strong woman.He never thought that such an amazing mountain city would show such an expression.

And I am the culprit of all this.

Probably seeing the affection in the eyes of his sister and His Highness, Shancheng obediently let go of An Lun's arm.

Taking a step forward, staring at Fusang's beautiful blue-black eyes, An Lun clumsily hugged the girl in front of him.

Rough palms brushed over the girl's hair, smoothing the raised hair on her fox ears.

"Although it's strange to say welcome home in someone else's house. But, Fuso, welcome home."

"Your Highness..."

Neither cried nor fussed.

Being hugged by An Lun, smelling the familiar smell, Fusang simply leaned his head on his shoulder.

Although His Highness's hand has been stroking her extremely sensitive ears since they met, but at this moment, Fusang felt unprecedentedly at ease.

He hugged An Lun's waist tightly with both hands, and didn't care that there were three pairs of eyes staring straight at him at the moment.

Fusang is like a big cat, clinging to An Lun's body tightly:

"Your Highness, the little girl has been waiting for a long time for this moment. The reunion with His Highness must be the guidance of the gods, right? From now on, I will ask Your Highness again for your advice."

PS: Thanks to the comments made by book friends in the comment area recently, especially about the plot, I will absorb it and make improvements.

PS2: I have something to do at night, so I have to go out.There is probably only such an update today, I am very sorry QAQ

PS3: I am not thirty years old! !Not thirty years old! !The hairline is not high either!not tall! !An Lun's template is not my own! !Really, you believe me!

Chapter 029. I'm Really Not Bald (Scream)

"Manpower and funds, there are big problems..."

From Fusang's mouth, she roughly understood the difficulties she and Shancheng are currently facing. At this moment, An Lun was sitting cross-legged at a Japanese-style low table by the window.