Quick Transmigration: Reforming the Blackened Big BOSS

  Most people in the world like to be magnanimous, secretly replace the orphans of martyrs, grow up in the name of martyrs, and attack the country of nurturing. Isn't this the ungrateful and ungrateful generation?

  An Tingyin abruptly told Beitang Wuyu to be squeezed out from the crowd of people vying for the world.

  Beitang Wuyu went through this experience, no longer had the energy to fight for the world, and became a drunkard, and was later designed to die.

  Yan Qing is gray-haired, and the two brothers are still alive and have not separated. Sitting in the pavilion, making tea and chatting.

  A young man ran over at the door.

   "Third Master, there is an old woman outside the door who took a wooden sign and a portrait, saying it was for Lord Hou. When Lord Hou sees you, let's talk about seeing or not seeing this old woman."

  The boy gave the things to Yan Qing, and Yan Ming also leaned over.

   This wooden sign is very old, and the words on it are blurred.

   "This... This is the wooden sign I hung on the marriage tree back then."

  Yan Ming joked: "Where did the third brother get the romantic debt?"

  Yan Qing's hands trembled slightly, and he opened the painting: "Second brother, don't cancel me, I never get close to women, so why is there a romantic debt?"

  Yan Ming whispered: "Hey, it's still you back then. This old woman is really a good painter. She actually painted my third brother so vividly."

  Yan Qing immediately said to the boy: "Quick, quickly invite that old woman in."

  Yan Ming was not very happy: "If it is really that person, if you don't look for it earlier, if you don't look for it later, and want you to look for it when you are about to die alone, this person is not very good."

  Yan Qing looked around, and when the young man led the old woman in, his hopes disappeared.

  The old lady who came was the old Bai Qingqing.

  Bai Qingqing walked over tremblingly, and the servant had already moved the cushion.

  Yan Qing asked anxiously: "Is this thing Madam's?"

  Bai Qingqing shook her head: "It belongs to an old friend. I want to ask Lord Hou a word."

  Yan Qing stretched out his hand to signal: "Madam, please speak."

  Bai Qingqing: "Dare to ask Lord Hou, why haven't you married a wife and taken concubines for so many years?"

  Yan Ming looked at Bai Qingqing very displeased: "My third brother has never met a girl he likes. Why do you ask this, old lady?"

  Yan Qing glanced at Yan Ming: "As the second brother said, I have never met someone I like, so why did I get married?"

  Bai Qingqing plucked up her courage and said: "Today's matter, I am arbitrarily acting on my elder sister's opinion. I hope that my elder sister will not blame Lao Shen. I also ask Master Hou to stay away and tell a story to Master Hou."

  Yan Ming murmured in a low voice: "Is it necessary to hold back when telling a story?"

  Yan Qing looked at Yan Ming: "Second brother, if you don't have anything in your mouth, you can plug it with fruit."

   "Others, go down."

  Yan Qingfang asked: "May I ask who made this painting? Who is my wife and sister?"

  Bai Qingqing: "The painting is made by my elder sister Baitang, who passed away. I call her elder sister, and I am very tall."

  Yan Ming couldn't help but interjected: "Isn't the name Baitang the real name of Princess Ruyang from the previous dynasty?"

  Bai Qingqing smiled: "Yes, it's my sister's name, and it's also my old name. The story I'm going to tell you next is really unimaginable, please don't interrupt me."

  Yan Qing nodded in agreement, then looked at Yan Ming, who covered his mouth with his hand.

Bai Qingqing said: "Baitang, the fifth daughter of Emperor Wen of the Great Wei Dynasty, was born to the maidservant next to the concubine Xian. The concubine is jealous by nature. After the maidservant gave birth to a daughter, she tried to put the maidservant into the cold palace. The maidservant must not be seriously injured. The imperial physician died after treating her, leaving only her daughter Baitang to live in the cold palace, but when Baitang was six years old, it snowed heavily and it was extremely cold."