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"Mrs., how do you cry?" Zheng Wei said with surprise.

Xiao Wei's consciousness reached out and touched his eyes and wet.

She slowed down, only found that the corner of the dirty temple became a richest, the roof in the left hand, turned a sign.

Is it a dream?

It can not be too real.

If it is not a dream -

Xiao Wei bowed signed in his hand: "Working is successful, staying for a blossoming situation; only to Xijun lightly, Wang Dong does not have a red."

She could not help with this signature into myself in the 'Dream'.

The previous sentence is that she is a dedicated management of the national government's backyard, only looking forward to the family, the son is talented. As a result, the mother-in-law is cold, and her husband is relieved. It is easy to get away from God, and the son who has got for more than 20 years is not only biological. It is still exhausted.

As for the Western Jun in the latter, recall the things happened in the "Dream ', she can't help but look into a not far or magnificent or the three Buddha"

At this moment, a middle-aged monk hurriedly came in, stitched before the bidding, both hands closed, and said: "Amitabha, the poor sudden abdominal pain is not limited, it is left for a while, let two The female donor is waiting. Does the two female administration are required? - "

Triple eyes suddenly turned around in the signed in the hands of Xiao.

Zheng Wei's consciousness looked at the middle-aged monks, and there were four old monks.

Xiao Wei is apparent to this, she squatted, half his mouth, only said: "This is a master, is you a master?"

"It is." Middle-aged monks pressed the doubts and asked: "What happened?"

"It's not a dream, it's really not a dream ..." Xiao's helped Zheng Wei's hand, stabilized the body, so on the sun, it was like a pot of cold water from the head, I lost my feelings up and down.

Sorrow, hate, confused ... The heavy mood is intertwined in her heart.

"Mrs." Ladies, what happened? "Looking at the appearance of Xiao's shakes, Zheng Yu said:" Mrs. You can't do something, this will go to the Temple of the National Temple, but the purpose of being willing to come. The soldiers pray, if you are on this festival, you are in the nursing temple, is it not the morale of the soldiers? "

The boy is slow.

Zheng Wei is right, this festival, she can't be chaotic, and I can't get rid of the conclusion.

In case, if you are doing a dream!

She can't help but fortune.

It's hard, she pressed the complex emotions, and he picked up two sorrows, and then struggled to keep the calmness, and said: "Zheng Wei, did you just say that the monasteric flower in the temple is open?"

Zheng Wei knows what should be asked, what should not ask, she only took the Xia's words to pick up: "Yes, the monks in the temple said, driving is prosperous!"

"Then let's take a look!" The Xiao took his hand and rubbed his eyes, and he pulled out a smile in his mouth.

"Eh."

On the other hand, the backyard is in the mountains, and the Meng Zhi is sitting on the ground, raising the left hand, the index finger and middle finger are close together, and there is a word in the mouth.

Next second, I only heard it, standing on a robe in front of him, a flare, I took a fire, followed by the whole grass.

When the Meng Zhizhi opened his eyes, he couldn't help but bend his lips.

Datual!

At this moment, the Meng Zon knows a rush of footsteps in the ear. He is standing up, and he will take the dust on the body.

It is not a Heng, seeing the Meng Zhu, she couldn't help but breathe, accelerated: "Young master, how do you run it here, you can call me."

"I don't know, I am walking, I am here."

As I think of what I think of, the Meng Zon knows that there is no movement, and I am on the ashes that is still braving.

"Fast arrived, young master, are you hungry?"

"kind of."

"Then let's go back to the main temple waiting ... I heard that the Suizhai of the Guodu Temple is particularly good, and the Master of Xichun Building is more than."

"is it?"

......

As the voice is getting farther and farther, the rockery is coming out of a white eyebrow, his eyes fall on a small black ash on the foot, then look up to the sky, and the movement of the beads is not intentionally Slowly two points.

He sighed slightly, the voice is long: "It's going to change!"

After returning to the national government for three days, the well-treated wells were treated. She is still the end of the Elegant Guo, who is in the eyes of the outside. I can't see it.

In the eyes, the Meng Zon looked at the eyes, and the heart was awesome. Sure enough, he couldn't smash a woman's acting and heart meter that struggled for decades in the back courtyard.

Song Guogong and Zhao Zhao Zhao Zi's foot rate army left the capital, and after the feet were sick.

She is very serious, and the whole country is filled with a bitter taste of a layer of medicine.

Zheng Wei was killed in the scene of the hop, the hometown of the hometown, the dish of the dish was taken into the bone marrow by pressing the bone marrow. There is also Zhao Zijing's ugly face, one scene in the mind of the bleak. Replay, slam, can't go.

"Lady, I should drink it." Zheng Wei was embarrassed, with a spoon to pick up her medicine to the sideline.

A bowl of medicine is under the belly, and it is fascinating that she is reluctant to play the spirit, and she said: "I know the piano, help me."

"Yes." Daxie I immediately held her to sit up.

"You all go, Zheng Wei, you left, I have some words to ask you." Xiao Shi said.

"Yes."

Waiting for the people who served in the room to retreat, Zheng Wei said: "Mrs.?"

Xiao Wei is angry, and the eyes are deep, and it is pale. She said: "Zheng Wei, I remember, you have a son to do something on the house in the house."

Although Zheng Wei does not understand why Xiao Shi will have such a question, but still replies: "It is my little son."

For this son, Zheng Wei is proud. He hits the same, less than 30 years old, it has already made a place of clothing, and also supervised a dyeing shop and two ready-to-wear shops. Of course, there are more or less ladies in her face to look at her face.

"You call him, I have two things to do."

This will make Xiao's rest assured that she left the old servant for her father.

"." Zheng Wei did not ask, only sent people to call the little son.

"lady."

Zheng Wei's little son is called Ji Guyang. When I entered the door, I gave Xiao's squat.

Zheng Yu saw the shape, immediately retired, did not forget to bring the door.

Xiao Wei said: "I call you, I want you to help me check two things."

"Madam did not tell me," Ji Guyang's head pressure is lower.

"The first thing, more than 20 years ago, when Zhou Xiang, who lived in the saving hall Dong Street, how to die." Xiao's breath: "The second thing, Shaanxi Gongchang House Yellow River Is there a Linghe Village, there is a Xing surname in the village, and the secondary female female name is Xing Xiaoya. "

She finally said: "Take these two things, sneaked, don't let people who don't worry."

"Yes." Ji Guyang was respectful, then retired.

Xu is a psychological preparation, and the bodies of the Xiao's body have a good day.

Half a month later, the season of the Quguyang dust came back.

"Go back, the villain ran in Shaanxi, and the Gongchangfu County has a Linghe Village. There is a Xing surname in the village.

Ji Guyang wants to say, things are about the masculine, he dares not panic.

"Say -" Xiao's breath is slightly promoted, and there is a taste of a bite cut teeth.

"Yes," said the toughness of Ji Guyang: "Zhou Xiang is the Lantern Festival 19 years ago, and he was killed by people who were killed as a street ..."

The voice of his speech is getting lower and lower: "It is the horse's four seas around the country for her, and the country is also present."

There is a horses on the face of the horse, which spreads from the eyelids to the corner, so it is particularly particularly recognized.

Like sunny day, the Xiantian wood is usually sitting in bed, and the two eyes are empty staring at the ground, and I can't speak halfway.

Ji Guyang squatting, the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

Successful, unexpected, the Xia's heart did not have much grief.

Crying, I cried, I was sick, or she had an answer in her subconscious, at this moment, she was calm and only had a hate.

She said: "You help me do a few things, do it, I will give you a child's part of it."

Ji Guyang Yin Ren is tight, the heart is jumping, the throat is dry: "Ji Gu yang docked the death of the lady."

Ji Guyang walks, Zheng Hao is a bowl of rice porridge. "Lady, I should use it."

Xiao's took a small bowl, only said: "Zheng Wei, you go to the Wutongyuan, put the nine counties, let him come to me."

Zheng Wei is a boring, and the lady went to a nursing Temple. After they came back, she guess what I thought about my heart.

Although the prostitute gave the mother, it was normal, and it was not a means of raising the prostitute, but the lady did not have this preference. She was the most disgust in the next day. The pile in the backyard. Pakistan is not to see it, so the gathered thing is never.

However, when the lady had seriously ill, I said that I would like to see Jiu Shao, and later said that I can't give him the disease, I canceled this idea ...

Thinking, there is a less mature idea in Zheng Wei.

"Serviced?" The sound of the awareness of the bliss.

"I know." Meng Zi did handle the eyes of Heng's appease, this day is better than he is expected.

"Then let's go here, the lady is waiting." Zheng Yu said the guests.

"Great."