Chapter 331: Because I like warmth 135

The next day, they packed up their luggage and went to Beichuan with a carriage. Aqiu stayed in the house.
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While Shennan Shen stood in the street, he saw the mother and son of the carriage far away, and confirmed his thoughts. Wen Jian’s child was really a child of Ji Xubai.
"Lin Wei, don't you think that she is very similar to Chi Yun..."
Lin Wei did not think that the emperor would be cold and mention the queen who had passed away for four years, but he had been with the emperor for many years. He knew that since the emperor left, the emperor never had a sigh of relief. He knew that the emperor still missed the empress. Now that I heard the emperor suddenly mention the empress, he also stunned for a long while before he said: "Subordinates... I don’t see it clearly..."
"When the cloud laughs every time, it is also like this. Chi Yun..." Minnan Shen suddenly lowered his head and smiled low.
Even he didn't know what he was laughing at.
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"Brother, this you hold." Not long after the horse came down, Wen Youyi quickly took the hand warmer to the thousand ink.
Other people don't know, but he has been with him for four years, knowing that he had fallen cold three years ago. At that time, Qian Qianmo always felt a pain, but no doctor could help him. Governance, then the whole winter, so hard to live past.
People are coming over, but they have fallen from the root of the disease. From then on every year to the winter, a thousand people are a northerner, but they are afraid of extreme cold. The colder the day, the more likely he is to develop cold.
Therefore, when I came to Beichuan, Wen Youyi also prepared a lot of cold supplies in advance, and I was afraid that the thousands of inks would cause cold illness.
晟 Thousands of inks took over the hand warmer for a while, then they gave the stove to the warm clothes.
After entering the city, he saw the long song business, the store's store is bigger than before, but he did not see the people he wanted to see.
Not long after, Beier and Ruo also went down.
If you don’t look at the Beichuan street, which is as classical as a mountain ink painting, it’s rare:
It’s beautiful here.

"I remember that it was a good place. It used to be the site of Qingguo. Was it taken up by the Southern Dynasty?" Beier said, turning his head and looking at it.
晟 Thousands of ink nod, "Yes."

Qian Mo Ge, do you know what fun place is there? Let’s go and see.

晟千墨淡哂: "I don't know."
Beier had inquired a bit in advance and smiled: "I have heard a few good places, and it is most suitable for such a day to watch. However, after so long, we still have to find a home to rest. Take a break and go out to play tomorrow."
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After staying at the inn, Qian Qianmo did not rest. He pushed open the window and quietly overlooked the bustling market downstairs.
Will she still be here?
晟 Thousands of inks have come to this street, go straight from this street, go to the end, turn left, is the government.
He remembered that he had bought a house next door to the government in the past, and stood at the wall at night, throwing paper cranes at her window, and she couldn't sleep because she had to see her.
Qian Qianmo smiled and lowered his head, and took a sip of tea.
It seems that this is just a city.
There are countless people in the city, and everyone has nothing to do with him.
But here is Beichuan. Four years ago, he and his little girl were separated here.
The deep thoughts in my heart are strongly infiltrated, and they are forcibly broken up, as if they are swallowing a charcoal fire, as if they had to turn that thought into ashes.