MTL - The General’s Genius Daughter-~ 002: Rebirth, weak and weak

Hanyue Temple, the lights are bright, the voices are boiling.

It stands to reason that the night in the temple is quiet and quiet, but this evening, on the sixth day of June, Hanyue Temple is very lively.

Because the big Qian Jinhua, who had just spent the generals, sang a handsome monk in the cold moon poetry and was smashed by others on the spot. The people on the scene were unable to get through.

Rong Qiyue only feels confused, his forehead has a dull pain, and his voice is noisy, there are men and women.

Strange, she is not dead under the two hands of Hui Zhen princess, how can anyone still watch? Is it a change?

Rong Qiyue - No, it should be Huasu Yue slowly open his eyes, the twin eyes like the stars are suddenly seeing countless faces, these people around the flower and the moon finger pointing, all kinds of ugly The conversation wraps around her ear.

"Oh, this is the big money of the flower family, it is really a dead man!"

"Yeah, I was caught on the spot, haha, it seems that the flower house has another storm."

"Hua Xiyue is known as a small **** baby, and sure enough, even the monks are not let go, it is disgusting!"

"..."

There was a cry of a slap in the ear, and the flowering month set a certain god. Looking around for a week, the people who watched the bustle were almost unstoppable. The two women wearing gorgeous dresses seemed to be rich and precious, looking coldly and sarcastically. Her.

A monk who is not far from the clothes is standing there, standing there, as if he is very scared. His collar was slanted and he could see the delicate clavicle and crystal white skin.

Around Huayouyue, there is a 12-year-old girl who is crying and heartbroken. The tears are like large round pearls falling on the plain clothes.

Rong Qi Yue Xiu Mei Yi, wondering why he can still see things, why is she still alive? Why is she here?

The room is extremely simple, with only one table, one chair and one bed, and the monk robes hanging on one side give people an illusion in the temple. The moonlight slanted from the window and reflected the broken silhouette.

What shocked the brain of Huasuyue, the memory of the original owner of the body was read by her.

Hua Xiyue, female, 18 years old, spends the niece of General General, but her character is weak, but she loves beauty. Every time she sees a beautiful man, she will stare at others like a hungry wolf.

Hua Xiyue is still a prostitute in Huafu, but he is still being bullied by several sisters of Ernie Niang. The days in the flower house are worse than the shackles outside. The food is not fruitful, and the old clothes are filled with several holes.

Subject to this treatment, Huasu Yue never dared to swear to the flowers or the old lady, but because she was impassable, she could not practice the gas in this country, so she was not taken seriously. The old lady has never seen her in the broken court. She can see the old lady by chance, but the old lady is surrounded by a group of children and grandchildren. Where can I still remember the degenerate waste material and granddaughter?

In Tianyuan, if you can't practice qi, it is considered waste.

Respect for surgery, the higher the level of qigong, the more respect and the tribute to the court.

Qi is divided into nine levels, each level has a representative color, that is, Jia Xuan (pure blue) - Ling Xiao (green) - Long map (green) - Xiujie (red) - eclipse ( Silver)--Yuanri (Yellow)--Holy God (Ink)--Da Xian (Purple).

And the two thousand flowers of the flower house, that is, two thousand Jinhua dream poems, three thousand Jinhua Xiaoyi, they are already in the level of Qi Ling Ling, is a very famous gas master in the government.

In the impression, although Huameng’s poems don’t personally bully her, her maids often swear by the flowers, and some simply design and play with her. Once, the flowering month is still being pushed down and downstairs on the pavilion. Fortunately, the following is a pond, otherwise it will be a long time ago.

Hua Qiyue Ming Ming knows that the person who pushed her is the blue servant of the dream poetry, but she never dared to find a dream poem or blue abacus. She is like an ostrich, she hides her head in the sand and thinks that she is enemies. I can't see her.

However, this situation is somewhat unsatisfactory. The flowers and the moon are frowning. From the memory of the original owner, the original flower-harvesting moon was swayed by the flower to the Hanyue Temple, but I did not expect to know the Chinese poetry. The set of bureaus has caused a farce that "the flower-and-yellow monk is smashed by the monk on the spot."

"Speak! Big sister, you shouldn't feel that you are being shackled because you fainted?"