On Friday, he left Song Ci's room, walked downstairs to the dormitory building, and squatted on a big rock in front of the yard.
Staring in the direction of Shensi Building, Zhou Wu felt deeply moved.
As early as two years ago, after the incident of Song Fei being kidnapped by Mu Mian was exposed, Song Fei's photo was seen in the news on Friday.
But he was a blind man in his previous life and had no idea what General Nangong of the Luo Dynasty looked like. He only heard people say that the young general was beautiful, stunningly gorgeous, and full of heroic spirit.
He went to Kyoto to visit his son last year. Knowing that he was very interested in things related to the Luo Dynasty, his son took him to visit a museum.
In that museum, Zhou Wu saw a portrait and realized that the woman was actually Nangong Xian, the general of the Luo Dynasty. Zhou Wu only then realized that the young general actually looked like this.
Two months ago, he opened the Mo family registration website and saw a face that looked somewhat similar to the young general. He clicked on the photo and realized that the person was actually Song Fei.
At that time, Zhou Wu began to doubt the relationship between Song Fei and Nangong Xian. But he did not expect that the reincarnation of General Nangong Xian was not Song Fei, but Song Ci.
Finally, they found General Nangong and His Majesty, successfully made people realize the hypocrisy of the Mo family's ancestors and exposed the Mo family's ugly behavior. The big stone that had been weighing on Zhou Wu's heart for decades finally fell.
On Friday, WeChat on my phone suddenly beeped twice.
He opened WeChat and saw Song Ci popping up in the group.
Song Ci: [Good morning, everyone.]
All the people in this WeChat group are bigwigs from the Huaguo Chinese Medicine Association and Chinese medicine families.
The Mo family had always been the leader of the group, and other medical families followed their lead. Song Ci's nickname was "Young Master of the Mo Family," so the moment she appeared, she was warmly welcomed by the others.
Good morning, Young Master Mo. When will the funeral of Patriarch Mo be held? I need to buy tickets in advance; high-speed rail tickets are hard to come by right now.
When Mo Suixin died that day, Song Ci notified everyone in the group.
When the head of the Mo family passed away, all the bigwigs in the Chinese medicine circle came to attend the memorial service.
Elder Long also asked, "Young Master Mo, has the funeral date been set? Yesterday, I called the Mo clan, and your people kept saying it hadn't been set yet. What happened?"
Song Ci spoke again, this time, she issued a long announcement——
[Obituary:
It is with heavy hearts that we inform you that Mr. Mo Zhangkuang, the clan leader Mr. Mo Suixin, and the clan leader's wife Ms. Mo Yang passed away the night before and last night respectively.
A memorial service will be held in Yaoshen Valley in three days. Friends and family members wishing to pay their respects are requested to arrive on time.
More than a hundred people in the group, whether they were active or not, came out one after another. Their comments were like copy and paste.
First floor: [!!!]
Second Floor: [!!!]
Third Floor: [!!!]
After a brief moment of shock and confusion, the group members immediately opened the ticket purchasing software to buy train and plane tickets to Yaoshen Valley.
After reading the chat messages on Friday, I lit a cigarette and stared at the Medicine God Valley below in a daze.
The Mo clan, which had prospered for more than six hundred years, was finally about to fall.
This day has come too late.
Song Ci suddenly took in a large number of memories, her mind was a little confused, and she soon fell asleep again. About an hour after she fell asleep, the man next to her finally opened his gray-blue eyes.
Han Zhan stared at the ceiling above his head and noticed the glaring light beside him. He turned his head and found that the setting sun was shining through the glass window into the bedroom.
Han Zhan looked confused, his memory still stuck at the moment when he died while holding Nangong Xian in his arms, and for a moment he couldn't tell where he was.
He felt his shoulders were a little heavy, he turned his head and saw Song Ci's peaceful sleeping face, his wandering consciousness suddenly became clear.
He is Han Zhan!
This is the 21st century, it is no longer the Luo Dynasty!
Han Zhan looked at Song Ci's appearance and compared her carefully with the appearance of Nangong Xian in his memory.
At first glance, their facial features do bear some resemblance, but their temperaments are completely different. Nangong Xian has a more heroic appearance, and his eyes are arrogant and uninhibited when he looks at people.
As for Song Ci, she is a true beauty, with every feature exquisite. Although both are beautiful, Song Ci is more charming. The way she looks at people is charming and seductive.
Han Zhan secretly held Song Ci's hand, and felt heartbroken when he thought about how she had opened her heart to make medicine for him and protected his territory six hundred years ago.
Everyone said Song Ci had good taste and luckily married the richest man, Han Zhan. Only Han Zhan knew that marrying Song Ci was a blessing he had cultivated over three lifetimes.
Song Ci was sleeping soundly when she suddenly felt a weight on her body. She opened her eyes and saw someone pressing on her body, and that person was taking off her clothes!
Song Dynasty Porcelain: "..."
You want to sleep with her as soon as you wake up. It turns out you are such an indecent man.
Song Ci didn't push Han Zhan away. She asked Han Zhan, "Why are you so impatient?"
Han Zhan held her arms, looking at her with a complicated gaze filled with affection and pain. "You have such a cruel heart! How could you torture me like this?"
Han Zhan kissed Song Ci fiercely with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to tear Song Ci apart and swallow her whole.
Later, when all the clothes were taken off, Song Ci felt Han Zhan's unprecedented dominance and excitement, and only then did she understand how much pain this man was in.
Han Zhan came downstairs to cook. He didn't sleep on Friday and was watching a science fiction movie.
Seeing Han Zhan walking down from upstairs in a dark blue silk pajamas, Zhou Wu subconsciously stood up and knelt down suddenly, "Greetings, Your Majesty!"
Han Zhan paused.
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