Shenjing City, Rongguo Mansion.

The large flower hall on the west side of Rongqing Hall.

Jia Mu was sitting on a soft couch on a high platform. Although it was freezing outside, the large flower hall was as warm as spring because of the burning earth dragon, and the flowers were blooming.

Jia Mu's mood was as happy as the flowers blooming all over the hall.

She held two letters in her hand, and smiled to Aunt Xue, Mrs. Wang, who was sitting on the chair next to her: "What a pity, Yu'er's father actually saved her! It's really the blessing of the Buddha!"

Feng Yatou, who was standing by, laughed loudly and said: "If you ask me, I can't thank the Buddha alone. If our ancestors hadn't sent Brother Qiang and Lian'er to send Sister Lin back to Yangzhou, how could my uncle know about the Western monk?

There is a precious medicine in your hand? It can be seen that Uncle Lin was saved because our ancestors divided your old man’s blessings into one boat and saved Uncle Lin. The next time Uncle Lin comes to Beijing, he will have to give up.

He is so grateful to his ancestors! Otherwise, I won’t do it either!”

As soon as this statement came out, everyone naturally laughed and cheered.

Mother Jia was also overjoyed when she saw Xifeng walking with a golden phoenix holding precious pearls in her head, a bright red embroidered dress with colorful smoke and colorful butterflies, a rouge-red silk embroidered begonia cotton skirt, and a pair of bright red shoes embroidered with magnolia flowers.

The embroidered shoes were gorgeous and dazzling. Coupled with such a cheerful temperament and a good talker, she fell in love with her even more. But he deliberately teased her and said: "Don't coax me here, look carefully. Lian'er is in the flowery land of Yangzhou."

I was so dazzled by the sightseeing that I won’t come back.”

Everyone laughed and made fun of Sister Feng.

Sister Feng's face remained unchanged and she laughed loudly: "Just let him go. I only serve my ancestors at home. I can't live without him? I'm afraid that Uncle Lin, who was born in Tanhualang, can't stand him the most."

, I must teach him a lesson so that he knows how to write the word "powerful"!

Jia Mu laughed again when she heard this, but she felt a little uneasy in her heart.

That restless nigga saved Daiyu and her father, wouldn't he be even more proud when he returns to Beijing?

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Chapter completed!