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111
The second galaxy. Su Yexing.
The old matriarch Qiu of the Lin Clan has gray hair, and with the support of her own son, Lin Yongcheng, the nominal head of the Lin Clan, came to the gate of Yongle Hou Mansion.
Lin Yongcheng has been reclusive since he broke an arm, and his temper is very weird. At this time, he was supporting Old Madam Qiu, his face was full of anger.
"This Lin Yongle knew that we were coming, and he refused to even send a servant out to deal with it" His tone was quite dissatisfied.
Lin Yongcheng hadn't finished speaking, but his mother, who was always gentle with him, patted him on the back heavily with a cane.
A bloodstain instantly appeared on his back.
Old Madam Qiu said angrily: "Shut up!"
Lin Yongcheng staggered when he was photographed, and almost knelt down at the door. If others dared to treat him like this, he would have been furious, but the person who did this was Mrs. Qiu, and Lin Yongcheng didn't dare to say anything.
The entourage who followed Old Madam Qiu stepped forward and knocked on the gate of Yonglehou Mansion.
Lin Yongle's lineage is not very prosperous, and since Lin Jiayuan returned from serious injury and recuperated, the air pressure in the mansion has become even lower.
Previously, because of the ownership of the title of Marquis of Yongle, the family was very unhappy. Lin Jiayuan's father had not returned to live in the Marquis Mansion for a long time in the name of work.
Just because there are not many masters in the mansion, and there are very few servants, the whole Hou Mansion looks very depressed.
Lin Jiayuan's father really couldn't understand why Lin Yongle was still determined to pass on the title to him even though Lin Jiayuan was like this He was useless, Lin Yongle was unwilling to give him the title, but he accepted it. Isn't Lin Jiayuan abolished now? How come the grandson is the real grandson, but the son is not the real son?
After half a day, a kind-hearted old man opened the door.
The old man poked his head out and glanced, "Ouch", and hurriedly said, "It turns out that the Lord of the main family is here. The master knows that you are coming, and he is not happy. He has already ordered me to prepare the guest room"
A group of people slowly entered the Yongle Hou Mansion, full of suitcases, knowing that they were on vacation, but not knowing, they thought they were moving for refuge.
Passing through the veranda, Mrs. Qiu took a step forward, the expression on her face slowly relaxed, showing a smile: "I remember you. I have been with Yongle since I was a child. It is called Fengchun, right? This It's in the direction of the guest room, I don't know where Lin Yongle is now?"
Fengchun had a troubled look on his face, "Master Hou has recently contracted an infectious disease, so it's inconvenient to see people"
The old lady Qiu's smiling face immediately sank.
"Is it inconvenient to see people, or you don't want to see me?"
The old lady Qiu is over one hundred and fifty years old, and she has not been very good-looking since she was a child.
If it weren't for the gorgeous clothes on her body, she would look like the lazy old ladies basking in the sun everywhere on the street.
But she is a retired major general after all. He is the only pseudo-sacred strongman of the Lin Clan, and the pinnacle of the entire Lin Clan.
Fengchun tried to stop her, but he couldn't.
The old lady Qiu quickly found Lin Yongle's location.
Lin Yongle actually built a Taoist temple in the Hou Mansion.
?Stepping over the archway and the mountain gate, you can see the majestic palace standing on layers of sapphire stone steps. On the blue plaque are painted with silver foil a few large characters: Daideguan.
On the square paved with Han Baishi, an incense burner was placed in the center, and the incense was not exhausted, and the smoke was lingering.
Two little boys with hair buns were sweeping the square, when they saw Old Madam Qiu coming up from the stone steps, they were all shocked.
Don't ask for secrets, just for peace of mind.
However, Mrs. Qiu did not stop. The person who came with her was insufficiently cultivated, and was stopped outside the archway. The old lady was walking forward step by step with a gem stick.
She stepped on the white stone of the Han Dynasty in the square, only a few hundred meters away from the Dade Temple in front of her.
Old Mrs. Qiu was sweating profusely as she walked. But fortunately, she finally reached the gate of Dade Temple, and she only needs to walk through the sapphire stone steps to open the door and enter.
However, at this moment, Mrs. Qiu found that it was difficult for her to move forward.
Like those who were stopped outside the archway before, she was stopped.
Anger and joy flashed across Old Madam Qiu's face almost at the same time.
Fortunately, she guessed right.
Angry, Lin Yonglehow could this be!
Close the door, close your eyes, don't look, don't think. Then can it not exist?
&nWith a glance, his figure disappeared into this star field like a galloping meteor.
Zhao Rongjin leaned against the glass window, watching the two figures go away with an expression of reluctance.
He bit his lower lip hard, wiped away his tears, turned around and returned to his work station, and threw himself into the tense battle.
Zhao Rongcheng is gone.
However, the battle between the fleets is still going on. There was no time for him to think too much.
***
Here is a flat land made of loess.
There were some people lying scattered on the ground, and not far away was a dilapidated low mud house.
These people all have something in common, such as horrific sores on their bare skin, which smell extremely foul.
The high fever persisted, and some people were still moaning in pain, while others had long been silent.
Plague, hunger and drought ravaged this barren land.
The wealthy district a hundred miles away is still singing and dancing.
Eighteen galaxies, a place so poor that even the citizens of seventeen galaxies would dislike it, the lowest end of the empire's contempt chain, recognized as a place of exile and a place of disgust.
It's not that God abandoned his people, but that God was born to hate this place.
It is ridiculous to talk about morality with a group of people who are struggling on the death line. The people here can do anything for one interstellar currency without any burden.
This is the Lite star of the eighteen galaxies, Lite means garbage in the local dialect. Everyone felt that the name was very appropriate for this planet.
A small planet with the lowest economic level in the 18 galaxies, the only foreign trade that can support local development is the small dragon pet trade that has become increasingly scarce due to over-fishing.
I don't know why, but in the past two or three years, no matter whether it is wild or factory-raised, the dragons have stopped laying eggs.
In just two years, the price of a single dragon rose from 10,000 interstellar coins to 30,000.
At the same time, there was an outbreak of a zoonotic infectious disease that was difficult to cure.
This disease is highly contagious, but fortunately it is completely controllable.
After the empire found out, it distributed a batch of free vaccines. It seems that this batch of vaccines has not yet been distributed to these civilians.
In the quarantine area, a skinny woman hugged her child.
The sores on the child's body had rotted to the face, and the dirty face was hideous like a ghost because of the sores. Ordinary people would probably be frightened into nightmares when they saw it.
At this moment, there was a loud noise not far away.
It was as if something fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily.
"Mom is the bomb coming" The child hugged his mother tightly, his voice trembling.
In order to prevent further contagion, the consul has ordered the "destruction of the source of infection", destroying several quarantine areas. Perhaps for these people, living is nothing but torture, and death is the best destination. It's better to pray for a good birth in the next life.
The mother looked at the source of the voice in horror.
Not far away, a young man with shoulder-length hair crawled out of the pit cursing and brushing his hair.
"Damn it, did I come out yet?!"
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[Nutrition Solution 19000 Unlocked] Emperor Constantine's Diary x1
New calendar year 4, January 1, sunny
It has been snowing recently, but today it suddenly cleared up. I feel like something good is happening.
Sure enough, the internal affairs officer told me excitedly that the testicle that had been dormant for more than half a year had a crack.
When I arrived at the nursery room, I found that the seam hadn't cracked for a long time. I was anxious to help Yuan Xiao break the eggshell with my own hands.
Fortunately, at night, Yuanxiao finally broke out of its shell.
I excitedly ran around the palace three times.
Speaking of which, why are the wings of Yuanxiao white?
Forget it, never mind. Maybe it was because he ran out of ink when he was born on New Year's Eve.
[Nutrition Solution 19500 Unlocked] Emperor Constantine's Diary x1
? New calendar 14th January 14th heavy snow
Yuanxiao is 10 years old.
Looking at his final report card with a total of 100 points in seven subjects, my worrying hair turned gray. (Supplement: Exaggeration, when I looked in the mirror, I was still quite dark, and I was as handsome as before!)
In the middle of the night, I looked at the report card and couldn't fall asleep.
New Year's Eve gives me nothing to worry about.
"The name I have inherited is Constantine, and his name is Odin."
The king of the gods in mythology.
I am relieved.
Well, there is no need to worry about him being bullied by others in the future.
***
New Year's Eve (grabs the author by the collar): Where is I?
Author (foaming at the mouth and losing consciousness): In a small, small theater (remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com)?
"The name I have inherited is Constantine, and his name is Odin."
The king of the gods in mythology.
I am relieved.
Well, there is no need to worry about him being bullied by others in the future.
***
New Year's Eve (grabs the author by the collar): Where is I?
Author (foaming at the mouth, delirious): In a small, small theater (remember this website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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