[Thunderbolt] Your sister

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Tired as a dog all September.Every day when I enter the office, I just turn on the phone, get materials, make calls, notify various things, collect materials and send materials until I get off work... I really don’t want to move anymore. Let’s write a side story about the Mid-Autumn Festival, and see if the workload can reduce OTZ after the [-]th.

When is the bright moon?Ask Qingtian about the wine.I don't know what year is the heavenly palace.

With the consistent gorgeous aesthetics of the dragon head, the Longmendao office building is magnificent and gorgeous, and it is no problem to praise the palace in the sky.

Another meaning of the palace in the sky is to stay away from the rolling dust of the mortal world.

Don't you see that there are talents coming out from generation to generation in the world, only the newcomers laugh but not the old ones cry, all kinds of tossing about in adversity never stops.In such an intricate and complicated living environment, the Confucian sect of Tianxia has never really suffered any injuries, even when Longshou started to become the public enemy of all sects on a whim.

From this point of view, Shulou Longsu is undoubtedly a good boss, and Confucianism is undoubtedly a good unit.

Feng Qianxue felt that her life was fulfilled to be able to mix in the world of Confucianism.

Although the nature of her work...to some extent, she is just a "little girl who runs errands for the dragon's head".

But those are just clouds!

Can you imagine which unit will give out red envelopes during all major festivals from this year's New Year's Eve to next year's New Year's Eve!The unmarried Qixi Festival is still giving out dating allowances! I'll go! ! !

Not to mention the New Year's goods for the Spring Festival, travel reimbursement on March [-], and the like.

Even Feng Qianxue, a newly-increased employee, is treated so well, it's not hard to imagine the love and dedication of the old employees to the unit.

Even, occasionally Xuanzong was short of manpower, Feng Qianxue slipped to help, Long Su would turn a blind eye and close his eyes, at most he would send her to run a few more errands afterwards, and get the bonus and benefits.

From an emotional point of view, she is of course closer to Xuanzong; a certain uncle who squatted in Huawaitian all day long also invited her to take office, but...

The welfare of the Confucianism is too good. Apart from going to the fields in spring, Xuanzong's disciples are too high-profile to save the common people, which is not suitable for her.

As for Huawaitian, the two bridges have been inseparable for many years. Feng Qianxue said that I, a junior non-staff disciple, don't want to be a sandwich biscuit.

There is no need to think about it at all, the Confucian school is stunned, please God must bless the dragon head to continue the gorgeous and unparalleled immortality.

Carrying a few boxes of mooncakes, Feng Qianxue left Longmen Road with brisk steps, and went to Aofeng to bring Xiao down first.

One hundred thousand why young people still have a strong thirst for knowledge. She had to start with the origin of the Mid-Autumn Festival and the origin of moon cakes, and she was dry mouthed.

"All in all, the Mid-Autumn Festival is also regarded as a reunion festival, and relatives and friends will always get together to connect with each other."

"Why do we have to wait until the holidays to reunite? Isn't it usually possible?"

"The atmosphere is different. During the holidays, everyone will be happier."

"If you come to Aofeng often, I will be very happy."

"First, I don't like ice and snow. Second, I'm very busy. Third... even if I'm not busy, I don't want to experience the snow."

"Then why did you name it Feng Qianxue?"

"You should ask my mother this question." Feng Qianxue answered one by one with the patience she had honed for a long time, and she could already see a corner of the roof: "Here we are."

More than a dozen pairs of wind chimes swayed under the eaves, the young man with cat ears was concentrating on arranging the medicinal materials, and the tattooed man in the yellow shirt lay recliningly breathing clouds and fog.

"Phew... a young man loves flirting for no reason..."

"How many people are happy and how many people are sad." Feng Qianxue answered with a dull face, looked around, and greeted Ah Jiu by the way.

"Mu Shaoai, Mi Chong's life is pretty good."

"Mu Shaoai, it's been a long time." Xiao Lao said hello honestly.

"Hoo hoo, I've seen you for a long time. With the almighty hero Ah Jiu, it's hard not to enjoy the blessings."

The tail of the cat-eared youth moved unconsciously, and the corners of his lips twitched: "Yes, if the four bodies are not working hard, the five grains will not be distinguished, and sooner or later osteoporosis will cause dementia."

Feng Qianxue also said seriously: "Pharmacist, Alzheimer's disease is a very X very X disease, please be careful."

"Yeah? What is it like to be very X?"

"Time is tight, so don't gossip. This is this year's mooncake. I combined the tastes of Confucianism and Xuanzong."

Mu Shaoai tilted his head and sniffed: "Oh, you must try the mooncakes of Confucianism and Taoism."

"This is the shredded tobacco that Longshou asked me to bring. By the way, you haven't contacted Longshou for a long time, and he sincerely invites you to Sanfenchun|se."

The old fox, Mu Shaoai, immediately sniffed out the conspiracy: "Is there any beauty in the three-point spring|color?"

"Of course, one Tianxia Wushuang, one Xianji Wushuang, and only Longshou as a spectator would be boring."

"Cough," Mu Shaoai choked slightly, and slowly narrowed his eyes: "Well, it's boring enough."

"If you all have one-tenth of the integrity of the Buddha's sword, you won't be so boring."

Zhu Hen wandered in with a pile of ingredients on his back, and the first thing he said was sarcasm.

Feng Qianxue turned to look at him: "Zhu Hen, when will Xifeng and Yangui arrive?"

"Come on. It's always troublesome to take care of the family."

"That's true. Earlier or later, she said that she and senior Ji Wuxing would also come. I think she and Xifeng are going to exchange parenting lessons again."

Mu Shaoai interrupted with a smile: "It's about... your good sisters are all mothers, when do you plan to get married?"

Feng Qianxue straightened her back calmly: "Cultivators are not affected by love."

"Hey, aren't you a rookie in Confucianism?"

"Don't imitate Fenglian's speech, and please call me Xuanzong's good disciple."

"Oh, okay, okay, Yuzai, the elder brother, didn't worry about it, I really don't worry about the emperor and eunuchs."

"I won't talk to you anymore. It's still early, I have to go to Xuanzong. I'll leave it to you for the time being. It's best not to teach him anything weird."

"Oh, you can't trust the character of the pharmacist."

Feng Qianxue and Zhu Hen exchanged glances, and said in unison: "Do you still have character?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Mu Shaoai choked completely.

The main buildings of Xuanzong General Altar have been restored to the pre-war level.

It is said to be repaired, but in fact it can only be repaired to a decent appearance, and there is still a gap compared with the Taoist Xuanzong of the year.

This is helpless.It is hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, and the funds are insufficient. At present, Xuanzong's life is still a bit tight. The Zheshan army and Mo Chenyin have been in a difficult situation for hundreds of years.

Feng Qianxue rubbed her chin and thought, should I discuss with Yu Wan'er and design a few projects to help Xuanzong increase revenue and reduce expenditure?

Zhe Mo and Zhe Mo usually go back to the main altar during the holidays, saving her the trouble of climbing snow-capped mountains in Shu.

Sure enough, a bunch of uncles and uncles stood together in Tianbo Vastness.

"Are you in a meeting? Excuse me."

Cang drank his tea slowly and said, "It's okay. We're just chatting about old times."

Mo Chenyin looked at her with a smile: "I heard that you have taken back the famous Confucian school's 'Yi Consistent'."

"This is the condition for the forgiveness of sins issued by the arbitration of the three religions. If you take it back with consistency, my master's old debt will end here. I hope that Confucianism will not be entangled any longer."

"In any case, your Confucian orthodox identity is recognized, isn't it?"

"If I care about this, why spend so much time in the Pit of Sin...uh..." Feng Qianxue showed a tangled expression when he saw the red ocher army from the corner of his eyes.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Sensing her gaze, Zhe Shanjun turned his baby face and asked.

No matter how many times I look at such a tender face, I feel so emotional...

Feng Qianxue concealed the urge to cover her face, and cleared her throat: "It's nothing. It's the evil Confucian sect who took away the 'Yi Consistent'. It looks a lot like... cough, you in the demonization stage."

In fact, she prefers Zhe Shanjun's demonized face, would she say it... It's enough for a man you have always treated as a father to suddenly have a face that can be your younger brother.

Mo Chenyin couldn't help joking: "Zhe Shan, you don't have any lost brothers, do you?"

"Ha, there are all kinds of coincidences in the world."

"Master Cui, this is the mooncake I made this year." Feng Qianxue respectfully handed the food box to Cuishanxing.

"Thank you. It's getting late, do you want to stay for dinner?"

"The pharmacist is still waiting for me, so I won't stay. Besides, it's time to go to Huawaitian."

There was an eerie silence.

Mo Chenyin's voice was obviously low: "Are they still the same?"

"Well, don't talk to each other and don't visit each other. If there is friction between the puppets on the two bridges, solve it directly with violence."

"Hey. It's really... so stubborn that it makes people laugh and cry."

Bai Xuepiao originally wanted to say "Tie yourself into a cocoon", but because both Zhe Mo and Zhe Mo were present, and things had changed, she gave up the idea.

"Hmm... I think Mo Chenyin and I should take some time to go to Huawaitian to see the situation."

The Zheshan Army pondered.

Cang's face was calm, and he nodded lightly: "It's time to take a look."

Feng Qianxue didn't interrupt.

The problem between Xuanzong and Shuangqiao is not something she can intervene in, but she rescued Yin Qiujun impulsively at the beginning, and now it seems that the result is not bad.

At least, there is hope for the ice to melt, isn't it?

When people are alive, there are still many things to look forward to.

After chatting with everyone in Xuanzong, Mo Chenyin of the Zheshan Army agreed to go to Huawaitian, Feng Qianxue was happy, and put the cake box into the hands of the Zheshan Army, and confessed without hesitation the formula for getting on the Suspended Pole Bridge. All the masters and uncles hurried back after parting.

Mu Shaoai chose a good place.

There are mountains, waters, and small towns, with not too many people, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus drifts with the wind for ten miles, and the scenery along the way is unique.

The moon is extraordinarily big and round.

Feng Qianxue approached under the moonlight, and the faint sound of the erhu gradually became clear.

Changed to Erquan Yingyue, the meaning of bitterness is not very strong.

Well, you can't expect any happy tunes from a person who is used to suffering.

Yan Guiren continued to cross his hands and propped his chin, looking like a thinking person.But even though he was thinking very deeply, Feng Qianxue couldn't help but think of "a horse racer, you are mighty and majestic" when she saw him.

As expected, Xifeng and Yu Wan'er were sitting together with their children in their arms. Yan Qingcheng listened to their conversation quietly, and pursed her lips lightly when she heard something interesting.

Gui Liang obediently helped everyone take this and that.He has never met his parents, but he has aunts, and enough godfathers, godmothers and aunts, so he is not really an orphan.

Ah Jiu is playing checkers with Xiao, a game that Feng Qianxue taught him earlier.

Mu Shaoai was still drunk and dreaming of death, chatting with Ji Wuzong casually.

Feng Qianxue untied the sword and walked into the kitchen consciously.

Zhu Hen's craftsmanship is good, but the big man is somewhat unable to use it in this small kitchen.

Feng Qianxue took over the work in his hands, the two of them divided the work, and they didn't pay much attention to the knife skills, just cut and chopped at will, stewed meat, stewed soup, fried ribs, and got some fresh vegetables.

"I came in before dark and didn't pay attention. Is there a moon today?"

Zhu Hen asked casually.

"Yes, it's big, round, and bright."

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Nung, moon and new moon.