Inadvertently looking down, the hard-earned chest growth was gone... feeling as if my heart had died.
Dragon Sparrow also sighed, everyone was back to the starting point.
Seeing the little girl's expression, Tang Wanju laughed out loud: "What, you actually miss how you were just now?"
"That part wasn't great, but this part was..."
"This is a good thing; it proves you're just developing a bit late..." Tang Wanju implied: "As you grow older in the future, this part can also grow. Unlike so people, who no matter how much they grow, still remain the sa."
So people implied the current emperor. It's not appropriate to ntion loyal Han Xiang directly.
Ling Ruoyu bead: "Thank you, Aunt."
Tang Wanju sighed: "But the way you looked just now, I really thought I saw Ye Wuming. How did you suddenly get here from the Capital?"
"Shigong brought over. He and Aunt Sisi went to pay respects to soone..."
"I see... then why are you here?"
Ling Ruoyu's heart stirred. She looked around, noticing no one was around, then lowered her voice: "I actually ca specifically to find you, Aunt."
Tang Wanju was startled for a mont, then chuckled: "What do you want to find for?"
"If I say I want to matchmake my parents... would you be mad, Aunt?"
"Why would I be mad? That's a good thing..." Tang Wanju beca intrigued: "How do you plan to matchmake them?"
As expected, Sparrow's judgnt was right. Aunt Tang would only tie won to Shigong's bed.
"I plan to forge a love letter for my dad in Mom's handwriting... I should be able to imitate Mom's writing style. But how should I word the letter? We don't know..."
Tang Wanju held her forehead speechlessly, thinking you might have a legitimate thod to speak of. But for such a tactic, what's the use of saying it out loud... Ye Wuming observes the heavens; whose rookie fight is written down in her list. As her daughter, aren't you afraid half of your energy is being watched, and aren't you conspiring openly with these words? It doesn't matter what you write; Ye Wuming would turn the letter into ashes the next mont.
But upon further thought, this isn't a bad way to test, to see how they'd write.
As long as it's written to not embarrass Ye Wuming, if there's a relatively normal inquiry for marriage, what would Ye Wuming's response be?
Would she imdiately turn it into ashes, or would she hesitate?
It's indeed worth trying.
With that thought, Tang Wanju took out the graphite pen and notepad she always carried for quick sketches, and handed them to Ling Ruoyu, whispering: "Write it like this..."
Ye Wuming had already been listening intently, but at that mont, Zhao Changhe struck with his palm like a blade, slicing through the junction of heaven and earth.
Ye Wuming stared at the scene of Silent Annihilation on the mountain and was sowhat moved.
The Sword Emperor still had leftover Sword Intent, actually able to avoid her observation... this cause-and-effect is truly strange.
What made the heart tremble even more was that Zhao Changhe had actually found a slight key to peering into the Other Shore here. To know the Sword Emperor himself didn't have the level, but he used the grindstone of other stones to sharpen Zhao Changhe's blade.
This blasted man's talent is truly incredible. It's amazing that an old woman picked such a precise person from Earth...
Wait a minute, what did Tang Wanju teach Ruoyu to write?
When Ye Wuming looked again, Ling Ruoyu had already hidden a note inside the Galaxy Sword space, no longer visible.
Ye Wuming was so angry she almost spat blood, even learning the technique to carry items in sword space was taught by her mom, and now she's using it to hide a love letter? And more so a love letter written for a man on her behalf!
Just about to go over and pull on the child's ear to make her hand it over, she saw Ling Ruoyu happily running toward a figure in a red dress: "Master, Master! Yu'er missed you so much..."
Watching Ling Ruoyu throw herself into Yue Hongling's embrace like a fledgling returning to the nest, Ye Wuming bit her lip, finally deciding not to go out and embarrass herself.
Forget it... when this damned girl hands it to Zhao Changhe, it'll co out, then I'll just let it turn to ashes the mont it's out, no rush for now.
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