The promotion of the eighty lucky concubine

Chapter 123 The Finale
"The An family has dragged Ningshuang for so long, it's time for her to pay back." Mrs. Yang rubbed her hands, "I've found out, if you go to the palace to be a beautiful girl, if you're lucky, you can even become a concubine!"

"Mother!" An Shan disobeyed Pozi Yang for the first time, "Girl Ningshuang is still young, this matter cannot be hasty!"

The reason why Mrs. Yang doesn't like the elders is not because of the decisions she made, there are always a lot of rebuttals.

"Grandmother, Father is right!"

Look, An Ciyuan, who didn't live up to expectations, came out to jump again,
Other people's children as old as him have already gone out to obtain fame, but he is good, thinking about going to the battlefield every day.

Can the battlefield be used by ordinary people?

In case he doesn't come back alive, there will be times when that little girl Du Shi will cry.

Now that the An family has no house, having a daughter can guarantee prosperity and wealth, a bunch of idiots, they always can't figure it out.

Since Mrs. Yang has promised the rich man's family, she will definitely settle the matter of An Yunyao.

"Okay." Mrs. Yang rolled her eyes, "I was just joking, look at how nervous you are."

An Yunyao didn't believe Mrs. Yang's words.

The night fell.

Mrs. Yang already has a plan in mind.

Since the old family's house has been burned, the problem of living must have supported the problem.

"Mother, why don't we go to the temple to stay for a while?" It was a festival day, but it was a pity that this happened to our family, but fortunately, no one had anything to do, so it was already the best.

There are temples in the village that have been abandoned for many years.

An Shan thinks that tidying up should free up some time, and he can go back to the house after the repairs are completed.

It just so happens that old houses can also be renovated.

Du Shi has no opinion!

The one who has an opinion is Mrs. Yang!
"Da Lang. If you want to go to the temple, you can go by yourself, I can't do it!" Mrs. Yang said that she was too old to go to the place where there was wind and rain, "I will go to the third child's house to rest. "

"Daddy." An Yunyao smiled, and followed Pozi Yang's words, "Since grandma is not in good health, we might as well escort her to third uncle together."

An Yunzhe understood what An Yunyao was thinking.

In fact, An Yunyao didn't need to say it, An Yunzhe was also thinking about the tricks that this grandmother put on every day, he had already seen clearly.

"I also think what my sister said is reasonable." An Yunzhe said, "It just so happens that Dad came back from hunting today, so Grandma would also like to eat wild game to nourish herself."

When Mrs. Yang heard her eldest grandson's taunts, her eyes flickered darkly. The two little troubles born by the little bastard's hooves were purely used to anger her.

An Songbai covered his bruised face, "Grandma, did you say you wanted to eat some wild game when you ate at our house last time? It's just uncle."

"Since Bai'er said so, and she doesn't mind vacating the room for us to live in, then let's go!"

The group of people was mighty, and Du Shi kept a certain distance from Mrs. Yang with lingering fear.

An Laosan was influenced by Mrs. Yang on weekdays, and his attitude towards his elder brother was also very cold.

Seeing the eldest brother walk in with his family, he thought that the Shangyuan Festival came to collect debts, especially his son's bruised nose and swollen face, must be done by An Yunzhe.

"Ciyuan." An Laosan made a big fuss, his voice yelled, and the neighbors pricked up their ears to listen.

I came back from the Lantern Festival before, and I met this excitement, not to mention adding a touch of color to their festival.

"How can you treat your brother like this?"

On weekdays, there are many black elders in An's family, and today this one has seized the opportunity again.

An Yunzhe was not annoyed, and said, "What is Uncle San talking about? How should I treat Songbai?"

"You!" Old San An was furious, the obvious truth came out of An Yunzhe's mouth, but it had a different meaning.

There was some booing among the neighbors, and one of them said: "My third son, Ciyuan asked you, how do you treat the pines and cypresses? Could it be that your son-in-law made a mistake again, and you want Ciyuan to fix it?"

The third son An cast his eyes on An Shan: "Big brother says every day that our An family regards virtue as a model, and the result is that he indulges his son to treat my children like this?"

"Third Uncle." An Yunyao's voice was crisp and clear in the night: "Third Brother said something stupid today, and Big Brother is helping you, what's wrong?"

This question made An Lao San unable to find any words to refute. After all, An Yunzhe was the eldest grandson of An's family.

"Shuang'er." An Shan squirmed his dry lips, "Don't offend your third uncle, after all, he has no way to teach, which is why he caused such a burden on us."

Three years after Mr. An passed his forties, he was still uncertain about many ideas.

Mrs. Yang was hated by the old family and couldn't get in the conversation, so she gave the old three a look.

There are more and more onlookers.

The third child An immediately changed, tears streaming down, "Big brother, what did you say, how can you say it is a burden. Your family is in trouble, and it is normal for a brother to help you out."

Mrs. Yang said at this time: "Boss, don't stand there as a door god, let's all go in!"

If you keep on chatting like this, you won't even eat dinner tonight!
Mrs. Yang hasn't had meat for a long time, and she is very satisfied.

When it was time to allocate the house, Mrs. Yang suddenly had a kind heart: "Shuang girl lives in my room. The fireplace is warm in winter, and the girl's house can't be cold."

An Yunyao didn't believe her kindness, maybe the old godmother was thinking of harming her, so she had better be careful in everything.

The next day.

An Yunyao found herself in a different environment.

The prosperity around her made An Yunyao feel a little uneasy.

Last night, I was clearly on guard against Mrs. Yang, but I still missed that she would smoke outside the door.

"Are you awake?" Situ Zheng put on his white clothes and asked softly, "Is there any discomfort in your body?"

An Yunyao was slightly stunned. She didn't know whether she was facing Situ Zheng before time travel, or Si Tu Zheng after the second time travel.

"Yao'er." Situ Zheng held her in his arms, "I'm the bastard, I shouldn't have forgotten you."

Erha is her and his child.

An Yunyao quietly listened to Situ Zheng talk about all the things these days, including that Mrs. Yang originally planned to sell her to a brothel with An Laosan, but Situ Zheng arrived in time to save her.

"What about Erha?"

"He's fine." Situ Zheng waved his hand, and the screen showed a scene in the 80s, "I asked the national teacher, Ziwei Star will have abnormalities in about ten days, and then we can get together with them."

"Nothing happened to me and Liu Piaopiao." Listening to Situ Zheng's explanation, An Yunyao said, "Situ Qing is for the future, An Yunzhe is for your sister-in-law, so—"

Explanation is feeble.

Now that things have happened, An Yunyao no longer has nothing to ask for.

"Yao'er." Situ Zheng pressed An Yunyao's shoulders, "I missed Erha's birth day, so don't let me miss his growth again?"

"Ah."

One should always have a chance.

Ten days later, An Yunyao and Situ Zheng embarked on the journey of the 80s again.

Erha also changed his name to Situ Yao, a homonym for Yao.

An Yunyao took the course again, and Situ Zheng dismissed the director of the hospital, and accompanied An Yunyao in the medical clinic in Chahua Town to promote medical skills.

Many years later, the unknown unofficial history recorded the fairy life of the Nine Princes and the Princess Xianyun Yehe during the Qin Dynasty, enviing future generations.

It is also said that their ideas and concepts are different from those at that time, and may have been brought from the future.

However, there is no need to pay attention to thousands of people and thousands of words.

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