The electric heater in the house was turned on vigorously, and Fulu deliberately turned on all the heating facilities to the maximum, covering himself with sweat. He coughed a few times and scared away all the crows in the yard: "Look at, how much warmth the world gives you, you are so ungrateful, too hot! It's too hot! You're not cold at all, they just heat you up just to heat you up! Hahahahaha~"

Yuexia and Wu San'er lay on the wall and looked at Fulu, a fifteen-year-old boy.

"This is Uncle Lim's child. He looks really like his father. But what nerves are he experiencing?"

"He looks very unhappy."

The two continued to peek. Fulu looked depressed and cursed while destroying the roses in the yard: "A group of crazy teachers, I obviously did not bully people, but I just put the blame on me."

Yuexia quietly said to Wu Saner: "Let's go in."

Wu Saner held her hand: ""Forget it, he looks in a bad mood now, and he may be angry on our heads. Why not come back tomorrow."

A strong wind blew, and Yuexia was very familiar with this feeling. She took her away by the Seven Emotions God and hurriedly said to Wu Saner: "Saner, now some strange gods have something to come to me for, so I'll leave first."

Wu Saner was surprised: "Some strange gods?"

"Yeah, the strangest and most perverted species I've ever seen."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuexia disappeared.

Half a year ago, I just found a job as a psychological counselor and returned home happily, wanting to celebrate with my family. However, that day was when my parents went to the Witch World, and they suddenly disappeared in front of me. So Wu Saner was not afraid at all, not to mention that she was a witch herself.

After climbing over the wall, Wu San'er jumped into the yard. Fulu looked at her in a daze and retreated: "You, you, who are you?"

Wu Saner looked at Fulu's fearful eyes and detailed actions, not as frightened as usual, but wanted to isolate herself from all potential dangers outside. She initially judged that Fulu might have been framed at certain spiritual levels.

"Actually, that's it..." Wu Saner sorted out her emotions and told Fulu everything about Lim.

What surprised her was that Fulu had no reaction. He just said lightly: "Are you finished speaking?"

"Well, that's it."

"Then I'll enter the house. You can walk slowly, and you won't send it."

"Hey? But you are only fifteen years old now and need someone to take care of you."

Wu San'er chased Fulu and planned to follow him into the house, but Fulu slammed the door shut as soon as he entered.

Then, she heard heart-wrenching crying sounds coming from inside. I don’t know how long she had been sitting outside the door, but it was already evening. When she saw Fulu reading at night, she left with confidence.

Yuexia kept yawning in the Qiqing Palace, and even looked down on the table of delicious food.

"Are you tired?" the old woman asked.

"Every time I travel, I have been doing it for several years. I have been traveling several times in the past half month. It would be strange if I am not tired."

"So that's the case, you can finish the next four trips during the winter vacation."

"Four? Didn't you regard Ying Ling's journey as an angry journey? In this case, there will be only three trips left."

The old woman shook her head: "No, we all have our own travel arrangements, so we cannot let the peach blossom spirit be idle. We decided to let her arrange another formal journey of wrath for you."

"No!" Yue Xia was pulled tightly by the old woman with a magic wand.

"Hmph, even if you want to escape, you can't escape."

"Seven gods, please spare me. Don't let me die again this trip." Yuexia held Zhuzi and begged for mercy.

"Then I have to follow the arrangements of Taohualing." The old woman looked at Taohualing who was standing in the corner and drawing circles, "Come here quickly! Why are you feeling sulking again!"

Taohualing walked over reluctantly and pouted: "Yuexia, come here, I will transform you into the northern and southern dynasties of my world."

"Wow!" Yuexia saw the front of the Taohua Ling and was shocked by the beauty of the angry god. "Oh my God, you are so beautiful, this goddess, but why are you so angry?"

The angry god peach blossom spirit raised his eyebrows: "You have to care! Go on a trip with me!"

With a wave of her long dark red sleeves, she was about to turn Yuexia away. Before she disappeared, Yuexia hurriedly asked, "May I ask the God of Angry, which dynasty in the Southern and Northern Dynasties I want to go to?"

"Bei Qi, but the Northern Qi in my world is probably different from the one in your world."

After a cold, Yuexia found herself in another world of Northern Qi. It was winter now, and without any modern warming facilities, her little hands were frozen and cracked. She looked at herself and her body shrank so much. She touched her face and said to herself: "So, I have become a child this time. So, who am I?"

After a trance of consciousness, Yuexia lost her memory again, and only heard a tender call: "Xiao Lian, Lian'er, Feng Xiaolian! Did you hear me talking?"

The next story takes place in Northern Qi. When the Angry God Peach Blossom Spirit or a human, it lived in the parallel world of Northern Qi. The person who was possessed by Yue Xia was Feng Xiaolian, the biological mother of Peach Blossom Spirit.

After a storm at night, the silver-covered world was shrouded in extreme darkness.

Suddenly, the first ray of sunshine in the morning appeared, embellishing the white world with dazzling light.

Such a beautiful scenery led to two little girls from the Song Mansion. One looked like a ** year old, wearing a new goose yellow cloak, and the other looked only five or six years old, wrapped in a big red cotton jacket.

The little girl in a red cotton-padded jacket sat on the snow, tilting her little head, looking at the hazy sun: "Yellow Flower, why is it snowing today?"

The little girl in a goose yellow cloak was holding up a snowball in her hands: "Because the roof on the ground is too dirty and needs white snow to wash it."

"It's too dirty...yes, it's too dirty, so the sun is dark." Feng Xiaolian thought.

"What do you think? Xiao Lian." Mu Huanghua threw a snowball on Feng Xiaolian, and Feng Xiaolian dazed the snow on his body. Her silly appearance made Mu Huanghua laugh.

The bells in the distance suddenly rang, and Mu Huanghua's originally happy eyes showed some grief: "Madam, it's time to get up, let's go back."

The two of them came to the kitchen, and the maid Qingxiao was busy working by the stove.

The smile on Mu Huanghua's face gradually disappeared: "Mom, I don't want to recognize my wife as my mother."

Qingxiao looked at Mu Huanghua's body with snow, and said while helping her brush the snow, "Your mother, I am just a servant, but you are the master's biological daughter. The condition for you to accept your ancestors is to adopt you to your wife. My mother does all this for your own good. I will serve tea to the master's wife later. You must not make any trouble."

Mu Huanghua sighed.

When the things were ready, Mu Huanghua walked in front, Qingxiao held the tea, and Feng Xiaolian followed behind.

"Dad, mom." Mu Huanghua finally shouted.

Mr. Song looked at his handsome daughter, smiled from ear to ear, and said hurriedly: "Good daughter, get up quickly."

But Mrs. Song looked as if she was smiling and not smiling: "From now on, your name is Song Huanghua. After all, she is the master's daughter and she must not follow the surname Mu."

At this time, a maid walked to Mrs. Song and whispered: "Madam, the sedan chair in the palace is coming."

Mrs. Song nodded, then smiled and said to Feng Xiaolian: "Xiaolian, have you been having a good time in our mansion these days?"

Feng Xiaolian said, "When you say that, I have been having a good time these days, and my wife loves Xiaolian even more."

Mrs. Song smiled and nodded: "Xiao Lian, Madam wants to send you to a more fun place. Are you willing to go?"

Feng Xiaolian showed joy on her face: "I'm willing, ma'am, where are you taking me?"

"Take her to change her clothes." Mrs. Song instructed Qingxiao.

After dressing up, Feng Xiaolian was led outside the yard by Qingxiao, and saw an exquisite sedan chair standing on the snow.

"Cousin, this sedan chair is so beautiful."

Qingxiao smiled and said, "If Xiao Lian likes it, just sit on it."

Goose feathers were falling from the sky again.

Outside the Song Mansion, the pink sedan chair under the wind and snow was small and exquisite, which was really comparable to the five-year-old Feng Xiaolian sitting inside.

After watching the sedan chair drive away, Qingxiao ran back to the Song Mansion and knelt down and said, "Madam, Xiao Lian has already sat in the sedan chair in the palace instead of Huang Hua. Now that he has gone far, my daughter Huang Hua, finally no longer has to enter the palace."

Mrs. Song was drinking hot beauty tea. She wanted to drink it slowly, but Qingxiao was so angry that she swallowed it in one breath.

Qingxiao, who was kneeling on the ground, had a pale face, and under the willow leaves, there were a pair of beautiful eyes that were fascinating. Unfortunately, the jealous Mrs. Song had a word "Song" engraved on her right face.

Mrs. Song held back the pain in her mouth and did not look at Qingxiao. There was no trace of floating around the corner of her mouth, and she could not see any emotion: "Your daughter?"

Qingxiao suddenly realized his misunderstanding: "Yes... it's a lady."

Mrs. Song looked at Qingxiao contemptuously: "Don't look at your face or what it looks like. Remember, you are just a female slave in the Song family, and Huang Hua is already my daughter and has no relationship with you anymore."

"Yes, yes, what the lady said is, I am just a female slave and I have never had anything to do with the lady."

After the wife left, Qingxiao held her right half of her cheek. The word "Song" engraved by her a few years ago seemed to be burning. This ugly right face, paired with her beautiful left face, looked extremely ironic.

This is not what she wants. In this dynasty where the master could kill female slaves at will, how dare she refuse the pursuit of the master back then?

After finally giving birth to Huanghua, I thought I could be taken as a concubine by the master, but I did not expect that the jealous lady had her surname engraved on the master's surname, and the matter of taking the concubine was left unresolved.

After being discouraged by the master, she wanted to raise Huanghua to grow up, but she met Gao Zhan, the king of Changguang, ascended the throne and urgently recruited a palace servant. She was afraid that her daughter would be recruited into the palace, so she had to agree to her wife's request, cut off her mother-daughter relationship with Huanghua, adopt her to her wife, and found her distant niece Feng Xiaolian to act as a girl in the Song family, so that her wife would not send Huanghua to the palace.

Feng Xiaolian sat in the sedan chair, playing with the steps he pulled from his hair bun.

The six-year-old child is too innocent and casual. It is really inappropriate to wear this guchi dress. He has a childish little face and looks very funny.

"Madam, where are we going? Feng Xiaolian held the exaggerated bun with her little hands, and gently lifted the curtain with her other hand, revealing a cute and silly smile.

"In the palace." A cold voice came into Feng Xiaolian's ears.

Feng Xiaolian felt a chill behind her: "In the palace? Where is the palace?"

The nanny's expression was still cold, and her eyes swept across my Feng Xiaolian's face: "The palace is where you can't get out if you go in."
Chapter completed!