The news of Yang Ling's accident was sent back to Zhejiang. Adni, a girl who has always been strong and independent, seemed to feel that the sky had collapsed. After years of wandering on the sea, she gritted her teeth and supported her strength for three years. When she was sold to her female slave, her heart finally collapsed completely. Fortunately, she met Yang Ling, and her heart was considered to have a support.

I heard that Yang Ling was dead, and the only person she could speak, Sister Qiyun became as gloomy as a ghost. She was busy looking for the murderer all day long and then being the murderer. Adni ignored it. She was lonely and seemed to be abandoned by the whole world again. That feeling of loneliness was even more terrifying than death.

Happiness is lost again, and then it is lost again. This journey of great sorrow and great joy, and great joy, has also made the heart of this strong girl weaker, as the only man she can love in the Ming Dynasty and relied on for life. Her days in the south even more than Cheng Qiyun and Ma Lianer missed her.

Ma Lian'er has at least a child, and Cheng Qiyun has at least a career. Without Yang Ling, what else can she have in the Ming Dynasty? Love can only be all her.

Yali Adni has beautiful eyes, tenderness, tenderness and tenderness around Yang Ling. This man is the only sustenance in her relationship. She is the closest man in her life in the world.

Qiao Sihai shouted: "Uh? Why is it a erotic woman? Who is this woman? Why are she still wearing military uniforms?"

After he finished speaking, he looked around and saw that from Luo Shiquan, all the civil servants and generals seemed to be looking at idiots. They only glanced at him with the corners of their eyes and aimed at the other side.

Qiao Sihai scratched his scalp in wonder, rolled his eyes and said, "What's wrong with me?"

The left and right robes turned their heads and looked like they didn't recognize him.

Yang Ling was also embarrassed for a moment. He had just preached 17 articles and 54 deaths to others. He talked about military laws and regulations, but now his woman ran to the front of the two armies. Although no one dared to hold him accountable, he couldn't stand this face.

He had a sudden inspiration and thought of Adnie as the ambassador of the Fujian Military Weapons Bureau. Because she was proficient in firearms, Mr. Zheng, a firearm expert at Fujian Military Weapons Bureau, favored her. Therefore, after she went to Jiangnan, Mr. Zheng did not ask her to resign from her position. You might as well deal with it first.

Yang Ling coughed twice, and said in a lengthening voice: "This..., this Adni is the ambassador and counselor of the Fujian Military Weapons Bureau. He invented fire and thunder in water during the Battle of Pingyi, and made great contributions."

"Oh...", the officials suddenly realized.

"Yang!" Adni's tears had already flowed out of her eye sockets. She sighed and suddenly plunged into Yang Ling's arms and hugged his waist tightly.

"Uh..." Yang Ling subconsciously hugged her firm and round waist. When the officials on both sides saw this shocking and injustice, their eyes almost fell out.

Yang Ling laughed dryly and said, "This... is a Western etiquette, a Western etiquette."

"Oh...", the officials continued to realize it suddenly.

"My husband, you are worried about death."

"………, ahem, it's Duke!" Yang Ling moaned in a low voice.

"Yeah, my grandfather!" Adnie immediately changed her words.

Yang Ling stuttered with white hair on his forehead, and said, "She wants to say "the Duke, a Westerner, I don't understand Chinese, and I know the name!"
Chapter completed!