Pingxiang

"What's she doing here again?" Yi Qing muttered.

Xiao Bao replied subconsciously, "I won't see her."

Ever since he found out that Ping Wei Nian knew he wasn't dead, he felt guilty for hearing this name. At the same time, he could not help but hate Xue Ci even more for her death.

"Hmm? "Why not?" Yi Qing said, "Since I have nothing better to do, I might as well take a look."

When the servant went to pass on the message, Yi Qing smiled and asked Xiao Bao, "I have never asked you before, what kind of woman do you think Xiao Jinghan likes? If he is still alive, will he accept the Past Years? "

"He stinks of copper." Xiao Fen said coldly.

"That's what you think. "In fact, I think it's the same year as before. His looks aren't bad and he knows how to make money. He can practically support an army and he doesn't regret his love for Xiao Jinghan …"

"If that were useful, the Emperor would have accepted the Empress long ago."