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Three hundred and thirtieth chapters draw a big cake

Is the latter...it's the idea of ​​dusk.

It should, maybe, maybe, and perhaps, it was Zhu Di's idea.

Soqiuna's heart was beating like thunder.

She suddenly understood one thing: this is probably because Dusk never covets herself.

Because I am a chess piece with a huge layout in the Ming Dynasty.

No one dares to move.

This means... In the world of Daming, as long as the Daming Emperor does not want to, no one dares to kill him, he will have great freedom, and when the Daming Emperor returns to obey the heavens, he will be rewarded!

Blinking, "What are the things that the great official told me about?"

At dusk, he picked up the book again, turned to the place just now, and the voice floated out from behind the book, "I'm telling you that this time it's best that we all come back alive."

Soqiuna smiled.

After all, it turned out that the great official was afraid that Ursha and others would not work hard, so he drew a big cake for himself to protect him from Annan to the capital of the Ming Dynasty.

I'm not very disgusted inside.

Because the high-ranking officials are frank.

This is not a simple use, but a mutual cooperation relationship of honesty.

Good.

So So Qiuna smiled and said, "In this way, if the high-ranking official dies in Annan, we will also die in Annan. No matter what, Ursha and others will respond to the heavens with the high-ranking official."

In her eyes, she saw the future and hope of her hometown.

On that day, there were books everywhere in the hometown, and there might be a few exiled immortals like Su Xian and Li Taibai, and there would be such a brilliant masterpiece as the silver pearl of the Heavenly River, such as "Preface to the Pavilion of Tengwang".

That day, the prosperity of my hometown was comparable to that of the Ming Dynasty.

Soqiuna also picked up the book, but she couldn't see it anymore. Her eyes only had a longing for the future, which was extremely hot, not about power, but about ideals.

Soqiuna probably didn't know that this is called assimilation.

By the time of the Ming Dynasty, as she continued to read books, she had gradually been assimilated by the Ming culture.

This is the power of culture.

Since I can't read the book, I will see the scenery. At this moment, Soqiuna suddenly felt that the great official who was sitting in the carriage reading the book and occasionally frowned and expressed confusion was actually a scenery.

For the first time I think he looks... quite good-looking?

Yes, it looks good.

Ursa's voice sounded outside the carriage. The woman ran into the carriage and was full of twilights. She felt dizzy at dusk. Soqiuna translated, and the news came from the front that the miasma dissipated very quickly and she could set off in another quarter of an hour.

Dusk nodded, and suddenly he looked at Ursha with an evil smile, "Did you meet the worm?"

Ursha was confused.

Soqiuna had no choice but to translate.

Xun said again: "I will walk a long way, all of them are mountainous areas. I must meet that thing. Ursha, don't say I don't care about you women. Why don't you come to my room after staying at the inn tonight and I will teach you a few tricks to deal with the worms?"

Soqiuna looked dark and she was translating to Ursa.

Ursha didn't say anything and looked at Soqiuna.

So Qiuna hesitated for a moment. This was originally something she hoped for, but for some reason, at that moment just now, she thought of Yingtian's wife Xu Miaojin who was waiting for the return of the good man.

Suddenly I felt sorry for her.

Why do women make things difficult for women?

More importantly, Soqiuna suddenly felt that she seemed to disrespect Ursha and the others. Now that we are leaving our hometown to depend on each other, why should she let them sleep for men for no reason?

So he shook his head slightly.

Dusk had no sense of embarrassment of failing to hook up. In fact, he just said a few words casually. He still had a good emotional foundation for men and women. He had no emotional rolling, but just a simple biological desire.

Mr. Huang, the first wife in the Ming Dynasty, needs to exert such a strong force?

No.
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