The Legend of the Ghost Concubine

Once the refugee village is developed, the original essence will be completely lost here.

Feng Xiaoer looked up and looked around carefully. Then she lost a long sigh, and her heart still couldn’t stop her grief. Red Jiu didn’t know where she went. Now she really left the world. She thought she would accompany the old one. Time has left her. Hey, the world is really impermanent.

Sad, it flows back into the river, and it always flows in the heart.

Everyone's life, anger and sorrow, life and death, everyone will experience in life.

When unfortunately, Feng Xiaoer thought that she could be very optimistic and free to face, but she did not want her to be so sensitive and fragile, and her heart was very sad. Sadness could not fade in her heart for a long time. There was a gas stuck in the throat, which was uncomfortable. tight.

Long Ba looked at such a sad Feng Xiaoer, could not help but comforted: "Don't think too much, take a rest early, you have injuries on your body, and you will run around in the daytime, rest for a good tomorrow to have the spirit to catch the murderer. ”

Feng Yuer nodded gratefully and smiled. "His Royal Highness is going up and down, it is much harder than me. Your Highness does not care for me, hurry to rest."

When Long Ba wants to say something but can't talk about it, he wants to stop talking. Finally, put the medicine bottle on the table and say: "This medicine, Missy keeps it," turned and left.

Feng Xiaoer looked at the back of the dragon eight, and sighed in her heart. The queen was so vicious, the son she was born was so kind. At first she thought that the dragon was a bad person. In fact, the dragon is a good old man, and there is no shelf for the prince. The temper is much better than the dragon nine, and it is not as stubborn as the dragon seven. It is the same as the dragon ten.

Just throwing the wrong birth in the emperor's house, there is such a vicious mother.

I stole the nine-turn chain of His Royal Highness, and did not blame her. She knew that she had a good relationship with her, and she would come back to take her to see her, regardless of the distance. This kind of kindness, Feng Yuer remembered it.

With a glimpse of his head, Feng Xiaoer suddenly had a surprise idea. He told Long Ba to let her go out and let Long Ba assist her. This time, she came out from the prime minister’s office and could never go back. She had been silent and died. In the sorrow, I did not expect this good idea.

However, after careful consideration, Feng Yuer was tired of the dragon for his own freedom. This is very unethical. According to the emperor’s arrogance to the dragon, if she fled in the hands of the dragon, the emperor would definitely Blame the dragon eight.

There is also a small potato, if Feng Xiaoer does not return to the dynasty, Feng Zhengde will not let her only the embarrassing, and Shen Biyu that poison woman will certainly abuse the small potatoes.

Feng Xiaoer was caught in a dilemma. He was entangled in his heart, contradicted, and he couldn't make up his mind after thinking about it. He didn't feel sleepy, and his head was in a mess. He finally felt that this puzzle had to go out on her own.

Let Dragon 10 get the little potatoes here to join her? The self-respect of the victim is blameless. Feng Xiaoer does not want to rely on the help of any royal family, nor can he be self-sufficiently tired.

Feng Yuer re-applied a medicine, opened the cloth bag, took out the clothes, changed the clothes, and couldn’t sleep. Now Ah Ji once said a word to her, whether it is empty, lonely, boring or confused, just do what you like. Doing things, getting yourself busy, will be fine.

Yes, she has to find something to do.

At night, the wind was cold, and the phoenix phoenix was covered with a thin cloak and walked out of the greenhouse. The lanterns around the trees were hanging high, the lights were not very bright, people were still farming, and Feng Xiaoer saw the old village chief and walked quickly.

The old village chief is bending over and squatting. The old and thin body seems to be blowing away. It is the age of happiness, but it has gone through hard work. It is also good to develop refugee villages. At least, there are things that can be done. Life is guaranteed, no need to worry about food and clothing, and slowly get out of poverty and lead a normal life.

The dog emperor is not a faint king, at least there is a conscience. Compared with the big tyrants like the King of the Grass and the Prairie King, it is still much better.

There is no harm without comparison. In fact, I think that the Emperor of Heaven is also a diligent person who loves the people. Although the governance of the country is somewhat weak, it is also the safety of the people for the sake of the people.

Feng Xiaoer used to pat the old village chief's back and took the old village chief's hoe. "Uncle, please go back to rest, I can't sleep, I will help you."

The old village chief said with kindness: "The good heart of the girl, I have received it, but you have injuries on your body. You should pay attention to rest. The construction of the refugee village is reversed day and night. We are used to it."

Feng Xiaoer knows that he can't do anything for the old village chief. If he is gone, the old village chief will lose a daughter, a lonely family, and no children. Feng Yan's eyes are sour, but I don't know what to do for the old village chief.

Feng Yuer grabbed the hand of the old village chief and said: "When you are gone, the old village chief can treat me as a daughter. I am with the refugee village, no matter what difficulties the village chief has." I will not abandon the village chief."

Feng Xiaoer knows that everyone will have an old age. The old man is actually the most vulnerable. Like a child, he needs to care. When one day is old, there is no close person around him. The loneliness is terrible.

The old village chief was moved by the helpless hand, and smiled and nodded with gratitude: "You are really like a sister, waiting for me, this old man is also very good, have your smart and beautiful daughter, the blessing of the old village chief."

The nod of other refugees agreed to look at the old village chief and Feng Yuer.

The officers and men stationed on the top of the land, ordered: "Everyone is going to work, today is hard work, go in for a good rest, dig the ground on the last night of tomorrow night, dig the soil sac, you can have saplings, and the next year will be a bumper harvest. You have silver flowers."

The refugees were excited, excited, surprised, clenched, and grinned, and they were very happy.

"Don't be loud and noisy, it's not good to scream the Prince's Highness. Let's go back to work and rest, don't be tired." The officers and men are very kind.

The soldiers from the Dragon Six are really different. What kind of master has what kind of person, iron theory.

The refugees all went in. Feng Xiaoer patted the shoulders of the old village chief, like a child who was spoiled by his father, and smiled: "The uncle of the village is going back to rest, I can't sleep, I want to breathe here."

The old village chief was worried: "The refugee village is now mixed, and many people are mixed in. The girl must be careful, or go back to rest."

"Don't worry, His Royal Highness has strengthened the precautions. There are officers and soldiers stationed there for patrols overnight, and I am here to blow in and go in."

The old village chief nodded and followed other refugees back to the shed.

Feng Xiaoer saw a wooden chair above the land. She took the opportunity to sit down and took out the flute that she brought with me. She quietly started to stay alone. Now, Hong Jiu does not know where she is, she can only think of things.

Fortunately, Hong Jiu still left a flute to her, at least, let her have a thought. Feng Xiaoer put the flute on his lips and blew it gently.