The Lady in the General's Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts Chapter 124

Obviously she had never seen this Princess Anle before, but she always felt that she stretched out her hand to pinch her face very skillfully, as if she had done it thousands of times.

An Le hooked the corners of her lips, and her eyes moved down slightly, and her eyes fell on the black jade hanging around her waist, and her eyes became even more strange.

"This... He gave it to you so soon?" She stared at the piece of black jade, her voice was a little low, as if she was muttering to herself.

She has come back.

She was born again.

On the first day of rebirth, I met Ah Fu.

An Le's nose was a little sore, and the hands under the sleeves of the green shirt were tightly clenched, leaving a few crescent moon marks on the palms.

In her previous life, she was spoiled lawlessly by her parents, and had been going smoothly, getting whatever she wanted, until later, she fell in love with a man.

At that time, Ah Fu told her that that man was not a good person and would definitely betray her in the future, but she didn't believe it, and insisted on marrying him, and then alienated her parents and Ah Fu under his instigation.

But Ah Fu still persisted in visiting her, and went to see her again and again, until she was dismissed and the whole family suffered a catastrophe. Ah Fu took out the emperor's order and managed to save her life.

But even though he saved his life, he was tortured on the way to exile and died on the way.

When she closed her eyes, it was her baby's first seven days.

"What?" Jiang Fu's clear voice came from beside her, she looked at her with clean and bright black eyes, and asked, "The princess knows this?"

An Le's eyes are a little bit astringent, Ah Fu, is that you?

Is it you who gave me this chance to start over again?

Her face was a little pale, she looked at Jiang Fu in front of her who was dressed in green and had a tender face, and said, "Well, I recognize it."

Jiang Fu opened his eyes wide, the princess actually recognized this piece of black jade?

It seems that she guessed right, this piece of jade is really precious.

She lowered her eyes and picked up the piece of black jade, looked at it seriously and said, "Isn't it very precious..."

An Le laughed, it was natural, the treasure of the Suzaku royal family, after the war, it was transferred to Xie Cheng, and Xie Cheng gave it to her again, not to mention his heart, but the jade itself, which is also invaluable.

"Well, it's very valuable. Who gave it to you, Xie Cheng?" An Le lay down again, resting her head on her arms, tilting her head and looking at Jiang Fu, as if asking for gossip.

At this time in her previous life, she and Ah Fu were still unfamiliar.

She vaguely remembered that when she was in the women's courtyard, the rumors in Yandu all said that Xie Cheng looked down on this bought wife.

Jiang Fu frowned and looked at the piece of jade in his hand, his small face bulging slightly.

Looks like it must be expensive.

Otherwise, how could others guess that it was sent by the general.

An Le narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at her bulging face, wanting to poke her.

However, he still held back.

She leaned there and continued to ask: "How are you doing in Xie's house, are you still used to it?"

Although he knew that Ah Fu must be doing well in Xie's house, he still couldn't help asking.

I want to know how she is, how she is recently, whether she is happy, whether she is in good health, whether everything is fine.

When people meet friends they haven't seen for a long time, it is inevitable that they will want to ask some questions.

"...Well, it's all good." Jiang Fu put down the piece of black jade in his hand, tilted his head and glanced at her beautiful face lying on her stomach, feeling more and more strange, but still nodded lightly, and answered honestly. "Everyone treats me very well."

She didn't know why she had to add such a sentence.

But I always feel at ease. Although I look bad-tempered, I must be easy to get along with.

Chapter end

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