"You're in good hands. She changed the subject, "Why don't you take the merit test?"

Her words made Lei Yao feel a layer of loneliness. "What can you do if you have fame?"

"At least I have a chance to realize my dreams. She saw that he was not in a good mood, and began to speak cautiously. "If you don't like the topic, I won't talk about it. ”

"It's not. He forced a smile, "It's just that a lot of things aren't as simple as they seem." How many people have lofty ambitions, but they have no chance to achieve them in their lifetime. ”

"Don't be pessimistic," she patted his sleeve comfortingly, "as long as it's a maxima, you can definitely wait for Bole." You have to cheer up. ”

"I know," her words were old-fashioned, but they sounded soft, and he smiled brightly, "Am I not working hard? ”

Presumably that defeat really had a great impact on him, although it is not clear what was going on in the court, but it was rumored that he was depressed. Otherwise, how could he spend a day in the open woods. What would he be like when he was alone? Will you be unwilling, melancholy, and confused in your heart? Will you be alone in a daze at the moon outside the window, frowning tightly, with a heavy loss in your heart, and feeling your powerlessness and weakness in the face of the manipulation of fate?

"Don't you really know me?" he stared into her eyes, "The sympathy in your eyes seems too much for a person who hasn't had time to gain fame yet." ”

"It's that you're too sensitive. "I just think that practicing every day needs a chance to test, and it's a pity that you haven't waited yet." ”

He smiled faintly, "Don't say it." Will you come back tomorrow?"

"It depends. She stood up, "You don't have to wait for me. ”

"Where?" he was a little embarrassed when his mind was seen through, "I come to practice every day." ”

"Okay, got it. Her voice became very soft and sweet, "You're here every day." ”

Lei Yao tossed and turned on the bed, thinking about her smile during the day, chewing on every word she said.

Since he met her, some of the pain seems to have gradually become lighter, he is no longer so entangled in that defeat, but more hope for the future, he hopes that he will be stronger, because she is so weak and needs to be cared for.

When he entered the palace the day before yesterday, his eldest brother's attitude towards himself had eased somewhat, and he also talked about what happened when he was a child. It's just that he still refuses to let go of the matter of sending himself on the expedition.

The eldest husband returned as a horse leather shroud. It's ironic to think about the ambitions you've made since childhood. Now that I can't even step into the battlefield again, what else can I talk about?

Mrs. Gu was surprised to find that Chao Yan's body was gradually getting better, and her pale face had a long-lost ruddyness. I used to stay in the house, but now I like to walk in the garden, and sometimes, I smile at the flowers and plants, and I have a thoughtful look.

"Here, wipe your sweat. She handed the veil to Lei Yao. He was so tall that he was only up to his chest, and he leaned down just in time to see the top of his head.

"Thank you. He took it, "You smell of it." ”

"Nonsense, I wash it clean, how can it smell. ”

"I mean the scent. He laughed at her, "Do you use rouge?"

"No, I don't. She pouted.

"Looks like I'm right," he said, pulling out a hairpin from his bosom, looking simple but elegant, "this, for you." ”

"It's beautiful. "The hairpin is simple, shiny throughout, no other decoration, it looks simple, but there is an indescribable feeling.

"I asked someone to bring it from far away. Lei Yao motioned for her to give him the hairpin, "I think you will like it." He carefully plugged her in, then looked and looked. Her hair is black and shiny, and the jade hairpin exudes a soft sheen in between, and the two complement each other perfectly.

"Why did you send me this?" she asked in a low voice, not looking at him.

"You can be whatever you want. He said softly, taking her hand and placing the handkerchief on hers. He could visibly feel her hands shaking, but he didn't want her to refuse. Her hands were so small that he could wrap them in the palm of his hand. His hands were warm, and the calluses that had been sharpened by holding the knife for many years were thick, and when he held her, the hot air currents made her face hot.

"Hold the hand of the son and grow old with the son. His words were low and clear, and she tilted her head slightly, his eyes gentle as if they were about to drip water. She smiled shyly, her eyes watering.