Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

Qin Luoyan hesitated for a moment before nodding, "It's reported, all the people from Tianjige are dead.",Fu ZiMo brought Qin LuoYan to stay quietly in the inn for a few days. He didn't speak, and Qin LuoYan didn't ask. She only noticed that as the days went by, more and more carrier pigeons arrived in the courtyard. Those carrier pigeons flew in from all directions, carrying unintelligible words and handwriting. Fu ZiMo’s daily work was to constantly read letters and reply to them.,A lifetime, a pair of people. Not seeking imperial power or riches, but just one heart. To never be separated until old age.。