lt;Zhu Ying Jiang Hu

"Alas, I lived for eight years in this mighty Ming Dynasty, yet death still caught up to me!",Only a young girl with red lips and white teeth, who was once beautiful but now appeared utterly destitute, could be seen hiding in the corner of the cell. She clutched her legs tightly, tears welling up in her eyes, resembling a wounded little rabbit. Upon seeing Zhu Yingsu awaken, she disregarded her own sadness and rushed forward to examine the wound on Zhu Yingsu's head!,A dish of greens, a bowl of tofu, a portion of braised offal, and two servings of brown rice. Zhu Ying passed over a serving of rice and urged, "Wan'er, eat first, I'm here! Trust me!"。