Song Zhong carried the sarcophagus and went to an unknown place.
In front of the Ma Mansion, Qi Yun stood by the carriage and watched Liu Mingzhi farewell with an expression full of reluctance. Perhaps only two people who have experienced life and death know what cherishing is. Of course, what Liu Mingzhi cherishes is brotherhood. What is Qi Yun?
Only you know yourself.
"Brother Qi, you go first. I will return to Jinling after handling the transportation business in Yangzhou. I will definitely pay you a visit then."
Qi Yun pursed her lips and smiled: "Brother Liu!"
"Ah? What's going on?"
"My sister asked me to tell you that she has prepared her wedding dress." After saying that, she got into the carriage and drove away.
Liu Mingzhi scratched his chin and looked at Liu Zhi'an aside: "Old man, what does he mean? Wedding dress?"
Liu Zhi'an smiled mysteriously and clutched the letter in his hand tightly. He knew it was a blessing in disguise, but he could hope to have a grandson.
Looking at Liu Zhi'an who entered Ma's Mansion as if he had picked up a million pieces of silver, Liu Mingzhi still muttered: "Wedding dress, damn, I'm only nineteen."
Chapter completed!