Last night, Ling Chuxia thought about it all night. Combined with his own words, the "Stronghold Leader" in the mouth of the dull guy should undoubtedly be Fu Yiran. As for why it is called the Stronghold Leader. Probably a nickname. The important thing is that he said, "the mother of the Stronghold Leader died long ago.". Queen Chengping's mother died long ago. Who is that in the historical records? Who is the "Bo Shi" who wants a correct identity until he dies? If there is a deviation in history, it will not be so bad. Does the Queen's own mother dare to tamper with it? Fortunately, there is one person who should know all the truth. As long as we get to Yunjing and find her, the truth will come out. But quickly, the man will probably not survive this year. Seeing what she said, Qi Yibei also wavered a little. Think carefully, this "strange woman" in addition to know their identity, but also has been predicted to wait for them here, if not with ulterior motives to prepare everything in advance, how can it be right, but if she had premeditated, she said as early as a month ago that the queen would pass here. To live in her shop-this departure is Fu Yiran's whim, it is impossible for someone to find out the route in advance and make an ambush early. Did she really have the foresight? What she said about the future is not nonsense? This is ridiculous. Qi Yibei still wanted to refuse her, but as soon as he saw Fu's leisurely look, he changed his mind. Niang is very important to Fu Yiran. No matter this woman has what purpose, have him and Mo Weitian to follow beside, should not lose,secondary containment pallet, simply see what trick she wants to play in the end. Tell me everything you know, and I'll let you follow. "I'm sure you won't break your word." Ling early summer overjoyed, "rest assured, I will never hide, you do not have to worry, I will not bring you any trouble, as long as I follow you, record a period of your life,plastic pallet containers, I will disappear." Qi Yibei looked at Fu Yiran, Fu Yiran nodded to him, and looked at Mo Weitian, Mo Weitian shrugged his shoulders with lack of interest, "I'll go with you.". Saves this crazy bitch from playing games. Ling early summer mood is good, not with Mo Weitian general knowledge, she is also strange, such a ruffian character of the man, how can become a stubborn prime minister in the history books. Then shall we be on our way? Ling took the lead to go out in early summer. She was afraid that she would be left behind. Looking at her back, Fu Yiran's mood is very complicated. From small to large, there is no news about her mother, her father did not say, may know the mountain elder brother and bone elder brother also refused to reveal a word, Fu Yiran wishful thinking that her mother died, plastic pallet bins ,collapsible pallet box, should be dead, otherwise how willing to leave her, leave so love her father, so many years no news? But in the deepest part of her heart, perhaps there had been a moment of hope that her mother was still alive, for various reasons, suffering, unable to meet them. Although Ling early summer appears not quite normal and too enthusiastic, but some words from her mouth or successfully touched the expectation switch of Fu Yiran's heart. Leisurely? Qi Yibei called out softly, and Fu leisurely came to his senses. He smiled at him easily. "What's wrong?" Qi Yibei hesitated for a moment. After all, he endured the anxiety in his heart and shook his head with a smile. "It's all right. Let's go on our way." The Taoist procession to Yunjing has grown. Two new members were added, and there were two more carriages. Qi Yibei and Niu Daxia each drove one. Qi Yibei and Mo Weitian rode alone. Fu Yiran and Ling Chuxia sat in the co-driver's seat, enjoying the scenery along the way. Abandoned is very angry! Why can't he ride? Why did Qi Yibei arrange Fu Yiran to sit beside Niu Daxia, and he had to catch an empty car behind him? Of course, this is Qi Yibei's deliberate arrangement, he does not drive, so he can not put his wife to a boy with intentions. Fu Yiran appeared to be very silent all the way, which made Qi Yibei a little surprised, he thought Fu Yiran would be eager to ask about her mother. Fu Yiran has been struggling. Several times she almost blurted out, but they all held back, this kind of thing, should be asked slowly. At the very least, first inquire about the origin of Ling early summer, or judge whether what she said is true or false. Ling early summer is do not know Fu Yiran's idea, she thinks that all as the emperor is to have a quiet scheming, a little deeper is a very normal thing. Get to know each other again. Ling stretched out his right hand in early summer. My name is Ling early summer. Fu Yiran stared at her hand, suddenly stretched out his left hand, three fingers in the thumb together, and the ring little finger bent up. The wrist turns over lightly, the little finger bounces, "in the next Fu leisurely." Ling early summer's hands empty there, gawking at Fu Yiran, this.. The ancient etiquette of the State of Chu? ？ So he followed suit, gathered three fingers together, turned his wrist over, and flicked his little finger. Fu Yiran immediately looked surprised. You On which line to set up the cabinet? ？” Ling blinked dryly in early summer. Cabinet? Is it furniture? Fu Yiran was stunned and stretched out his right hand and asked her, "What do you mean?" "Just..". Say hello 1.shake hands. Show politeness.. Fu Yiran was speechless and laughed twice. Be careful in the future. If you stretch out your hand casually, you will be in trouble. Ling early summer hurriedly consult. Fu Yiran also has nothing to avoid, stretched out his right hand, five fingers together. That is to say, all corners of the country are in my hands. "Huh?" Ling early summer repeated the action of Fu Yiran just now, "what about this?" "That is to say, only one of the five mountains and three mountains is occupied." This is the gesture used by bandits on the road to greet each other, so as not to hurt their own people by mistake. The gesture varies according to their status in Jianghu. Like a man who dares to stretch out a palm, that is definitely a big thief. As for Fu Yiran's little finger,drum spill pallet, it was self-deprecating, saying that he was just a small head. Ling became interested in early summer. She quickly took out a small book from her grotesque backpack. Take out another one.. Pen ？ Fu Yiran leaned over and saw Ling writing down what she had just said one stroke at a time. Fu Yiran grabbed her hand and looked at it. There was no soft tip at one end of the pen-shaped object in her hand, but a small tip was sticking out and scratched on the paper. It's blue. binpallet.com