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Yun Xiang's words successfully sealed everyone's mouth.

Even those who have not experienced gamblers firsthand, as long as they have a little common sense, know that quitting gambling is a very difficult thing.

And Yun thinks that there is nothing wrong with it. Su Cheng is a person who makes mistakes, and those who make mistakes should be punished.

If someone can help make up for the hole, they can get away with it, that is unforgivable.

Since 20 million can do so many meaningful things, why should we help an unresponsible gambler?

Yun Xiangxiang’s philanthropy has always done a good job. She hasn’t debuted for a long time, but the amount donated has exceeded 90% of the entertainment industry, and the remaining 10% are all performing careers. Most of her predecessors.

Even if she donated the fundraising donations for her birthday, her own name far exceeded 20 million.

Although the storm has subsided, there are still professional blacks, shouting at the cloud to think about how loved ones don't help, and spend money to do charity, even if you spend money to buy yourself a reputation.

But such remarks can't make waves, and Yun would be too lazy to think about it.

When she arrived in Gusu and saw the ancestral house of the Song family, she realized that the Song house in the imperial capital was really nothing.

This Zhaiziyun thinks about walking. It takes a long time to complete the walk. It has excellent memory. If you only walk once, you may still get lost in the courtyard.

The house was built by the lake, one brick at a time, one step at a time.

Pavilions, towers and pavilions are elegant and beautiful; the Champs Elysees is beautiful.

It is really more realistic and atmospheric than the scene set of the costume drama that Yun thinks about.

"It's so beautiful here!" Yun thinks of living here, and waking up every day to see such a pleasing courtyard, the mood will be excellent all day long.

"There is a hot spring in the backyard. Go for a dip." Song Mian personally took Yun Xiang to the backyard.

The hot spring is behind the house, surrounded by trees and surrounded by blooming flowers, which surrounds the entire hot spring pool.

The turquoise spring water is like a gorgeous piece of jasper in the mist.

Yun thought about soaking in the hot spring comfortably, and was exhausted. When he entered the room, he could fall on the bed, covered with exquisitely embroidered brocade quilts, and looked at the sachet hanging on the green gauze tent.

When I woke up, it was already setting sun, and the light of the evening was shrouded, and the courtyard was dyed another color.

Yun thinks of the fragrant ball in his hand, sitting in the attic, with one hand holding his chin and watching the sky fading in the glow of the light.

Even Song Mian didn't even notice behind her.

"What are you thinking about?" Song Mian brought Yun Xiang's whole person into his arms from behind.

"When thinking about such a good place, there is no one to live on weekdays, so it's a waste." Yun thinks to be honest, she feels a bit pitiful.

"Song Jia's twigs will die, this will be the case." Song Mian actually doesn't like Huizu's house.

This is an ancient tradition, and it used to be a family that lived together, although it is inevitable that it is stumbling and lively.

Now living here is too deserted, and my heart will become empty like an empty house after a long stay.

"If you think it's a pity, we can have a few more children." Song Mian's lips curled, "When the time comes, I will send one in each place, let them pick different industries, like careers to work hard, I will educate them, They will definitely make their brothers and brothers respectful and love each other."

"Thinking beautifully is not your pregnancy and giving birth. You can say it easily." This time Yun thought about it.

In fact, she also likes children very much, and she doesn't like loneliness. Let the children take the chance to see how many God is willing to give her.

Song Mian whispered a short laugh, kissed her pretty face, and grabbed her wrist: "Go, go to dinner."

As Song Mian said, Yun thought he was really hungry.

Zu Zhai welcomed its new hostess for the first time, and Song Mian certainly used food to entertain her.

But two people can't eat much, a roast goose breast, a chicken pith shoot, a golden and silver clipped flower cut, two vegetarian dishes, a soup.

The amount of each dish is not much. Yun thinks that the favorite is the gold and silver flowers cut the dish.

It is said to be an ancient recipe derived from the Tang Dynasty. It is made with crab meat and crab meat. This kind of fried cake is yellow and white.

A total of four small ones were made, and three of them were eaten by Yun Xiang.

Looking at Yun, who was still inexhaustible, Song Mian shook his head with a smile: "I'll do it for you again in another day.

Yun thinks that she can only lip smack.

After dinner, Song Mian accompanied Yun Xiang to think about eating in the jade-like courtyard of Qionglou. When they walked to a four-corner pavilion standing on the lake, Song Mian brought her in. Very Soon a small fire was delivered.

Yun thinks that Song Mian wanted to make tea for her, but finally made her a dessert after dinner, called "Tang Zuanmei".

It is to pick the plum blossom bud after October, dip it with honey, put it in a honey pot and keep it sealed, and wait for it to be taken out in the summer and autumn.

Pour a bowl of boiling water, put the flower buds in the bowl, the plum blossoms bloom in the water in an instant, and the fragrance is extremely beautiful.

It tastes sweet and sweet. Yun thinks that most girls will like it.

There is a delusion of leaping for thousands of years to enjoy such a classic and beautiful cuisine in such a place where the beams are carved.

With enough food and drink, Yun thought about the process of offering Song Mi's ancestors in detail.

There are not many steps, just need to pay attention to the details, Song Mian said very carefully, and Yun Xiang remembered it very seriously.

Until early in the morning, Song Mian sent Yun to think about returning to the house.

The day of the ancestor sacrifice is not in these two days. Yun thought about it and ran to Song Mian the next day and asked, "Let's take a picture of an ancient wedding dress here."

The scenery here is really beautiful.

Cloud thinks like it very much, even if you go abroad for framing, even if you think about it in China, cloud is destined to be impossible to shoot the location.

Unless you are looking for a deserted and uninhabited place, you will have to go to a village that was semi-closed to the outside world like the last lotus.

Whenever you meet someone, don't think about it quietly and take a wedding photo in a beautiful mood.

"Okay, I'll ask someone to send me a dress." Song Mian naturally followed Yun's opinion.

Yun thought about it and asked if he could take a picture here, afraid of any rules in the ancestral home.

"You don't have to be cautious, there are no taboos here for you, because it belongs to you too." Song Mian can see that Yun thinks that she can't let go and is not comfortable enough, so she said to her softly.

Yun thought and smiled and nodded.

Song Mian went to prepare for the wedding photo shoot. Yun Xiangxiang received a call from He Wei: "I selected a new script for you and joined the crew after this year. This movie is simple, you can't take an accident, you don't need a hundred days, no Delay your wedding."

He Wei could only admire He Wei's speed.