Rebirth Of The General’s Granddaughter

“You!” Wang Yiping almost leaned back and calmed down for half a day before pressing out his smile. "Nothing, Mother is just angry you should not be close to that old woman, don't be fooled by her appearance, she is very bad. Besides, she's not your own grandmother, your own grandmother, my aunt, and in the future, you come to the British government, just to see my aunt. ”

You want me to meet your slutty aunt, the lady from the palace, what do you take me for?

Purple's heart was furious, but she said, "Mother, isn't it? My aunt told me that only the Grandfather and the British Duchess deserved to receive my visit, that is, the lady in the British government. I should only meet with a half courtesy, aunt or something, only the lowly half slave half master, they should give me a courtesy, not me to see them. But you said that again. Oops! I don't even know who to listen to. Ask Grandpa when I get back. ”

“No need.” Wang Yiping hastily stopped, almost biting his teeth and smiling: “Perhaps I was wrong. You don't have to ask your grandfather. The general is busy with military affairs. Don't bother him all the time. ”

“Oh." Purple Ghost was respectful, but she kept laughing. When I went to the British government next time, I would tell your mother what you said today.

Returning to the general's office, the old general was afraid that Wang Yiping would become a difficult purple ghost. He immediately called her into the study and asked her carefully.

Tell the old general, “Grandpa, I'm fine, really, I'm not afraid of her right now, she doesn't have martial arts, she can't beat me, at most, I can say two words, just say it, I'm not angry, in turn, she's half angry, she can't take advantage of me. ”

The old general was relieved to see her happy face.

After lunch, Purple Phantom entered Baihua Garden with water pity, closed the door and started making final preparations for tonight's performance.

The costume she had already painted according to the sari left by her mother and left to poetry and water.

Her bespoke Indian instrument magic single in the musical industry had already arrived, she had played her mother's vinyl and poetry against the magic single many times, and although it was not very tacit, it was also a score of 78.

The bad news is the poor Indian dance, less Indian dance rhyme, a little more dusty.

It's no wonder, after all, that the ears were so wet there for so long.

But maybe my father, the scumbag, likes her tune.

The evening breeze was like a beautiful fan, so light, so soft; and a round of icy vegetarian moon rested calmly in the deep heavens, pouring out her light, so hazy, so tempting.

At last the night arrived, in the garden of the General's Palace, the dandelions floated and the lights glowed.

Purple ghosts carry people, stamped a variety of lanterns, knotted many plates, hung on the laurel trees of the garden, under the grape frame, decorated the entire garden like a dream, like a poem.

In Mid-Autumn, the Great Yan Nation will hold a cold-weather and festive month ceremony. It's a big scent case, with lunch cakes, watermelons, apples, dates, plums, grapes and other sacrifices. Of these, lunch cakes and watermelons are absolutely essential, and watermelons have to be cut into lotus flowers. Under the moon, place the statue of the moon in the direction of the moon, the red candle burns high, the whole family worships the moon in turn, and the housewife cuts the mooncake.