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    Female Feng Shui Master

    The fine snow is velvet, and the wintersweet is blooming.

    Xue Jiangyuan woke up in a biting cold.

    There were many people around, the room was bright and white, but it felt like a world away.

    His mind was in chaos.

    “Master Hou, Master Hou”

    “Bring the brazier here quickly!”

    “Where are the clothes, clothes!”

    The maid was young and the steward was making a lot of noise, which made Xue Jiangyuan’s ears buzz and her forehead throbbed.

    “Shut up, how can you be so noisy?!”

    Just when he couldn’t help but cover his ears, a rather intimidating female voice came from behind the crowd.

    After hearing this, the servants turned pale and hurriedly shrank back.

    Xue Jiangyuan looked up.

    The princess, who was dressed in plain clothes, had tears in her eyes, her face was both happy and sad, and she could hardly stand.

    The nanny beside her held her firmly, and the voice just now came from her.

    “My son, my son Wanyan”

    The princess of the county staggered up and grabbed Xue Jiangyuan’s hands:

    “You finally woke up.”

    She had been looking forward to it for a whole year. She was exhausted both physically and mentally and could not sleep at night.

    God was wise and returned her Wanyan to her.

    Xue Jiangyuan opened his mouth silently, hesitated for a long time, and then said a sentence with a slight stumble:

    “Mother?”

    The princess’s tears couldn’t stop falling:

    “Here you are, here you are, how are you now? Are you feeling unwell?”

    Xue Jiangyuan finally regained some consciousness.

    He lowered his head and looked at his familiar body, feeling the warmth in his palms flowing continuously to his limbs.

    Isn’t he dead?

    In the barren mountains and ridges, thousands of arrows pierce the heart.

    The heartbreaking pain and the blur of blood in front of him were still vivid in his mind.

    Why did he wake up unscathed in the blink of an eye?

    Xue Jiangyuan’s thoughts were extremely complicated. His mind seemed to be empty and his heart was empty, as if he had forgotten something crucial.

    What has he forgotten?

    Xue Jiangyuan looked dazed, and stepped out of the coffin with little help.

    The princess was talking carefully beside him, but he listened and heard it, but he didn’t remember anything in his mind.

    Did he forget someone?

    Xue Jiangyuan stopped abruptly, and his chest tightened, as if someone had stabbed him hard with a needle, deep into his bones.

    A vague figure vaguely appeared in his mind, slender and thin, with flowing clothes.

    But before he could see clearly, the figure stepped into the mist step by step, leaving no trace.

    At the same time, Xue Jiangyuan’s eyesight went dark, and he fell forward on his back.

    Wan Yan Wan Yan?!”

    The county princess’s urgent shouting became his last memory before he fell into coma.

    Outside the prince’s palace, a few boys tore off the white curtains and white paper lanterns and threw them all to the ground.

    Pedestrians on the road saw it and gathered together to point and point.

    The Marquis of Anping who died in battle came back to life. No matter what the people thought, at least everyone in the Prince’s Palace and the Marquis’ Palace was smiling.

    A long road leading to the Prince’s Mansion was covered with frost and snow.

    A girl walked through the broken snow. Wearing a curtain hat and silver fur, she almost blended into the world.

    She came to the door of the county prince’s palace, but did not get close. Instead, she picked up the half-thrown white curtain.

    “You can’t take that!”

    A sharp-eyed person saw her movements, quickly threw down the lantern in his hand, walked forward and said:

    This is the order from the master inside

    Before she finished speaking, the girl gently placed the white curtain in his hand.

    Through a layer of hazy gauze, her face couldn’t be seen clearly, only her eyebrows were bent and she was smiling.

    “Send congratulations to your master for me.”

    Her voice was clear and clear, like pearls falling on a jade plate, and I was stunned for a moment.

    Before he could react, she had turned around and walked further and further away.

    Only a string of crisp ringtones are left.

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