The night is quiet.

At this moment, whether it is in Dachu City or Shuiyue City, this night, there are some people who are destined to be unable to sleep.

In the city of Great Chu, in Fuwan.

Although Qi Tiantao and Mu Yuelun share the same bed, they have their own hearts.

Qi Tianle couldn't bear it and didn't go to dinner, just drank some water and went to bed early hungry and went to sleep. In her sleep, she smacked her mouth from time to time, as if she was tasting something delicious in her dreams.

At about the same time, in the army of Shuiyue City in the Dragon Yan Kingdom.

There was an oil lamp in Mu Sharon's bedroom, and he propped his elbow on the table with one hand on his forehead, squinting his eyes, as if he was not sleeping, and what was being thought in his head. A tall figure stood motionless next to him, it was Hua Lang.

During this period of time, for some reason, King Chen has always been sleeping badly recently, looking at the current situation, Hua Lang knows that King Chen is only afraid that he will not be able to sleep again tonight, and he is a little unbearable in his heart, this time they have delayed too much time in Dachu, King Chen should be worried about the eldest princess, and this is also a piece of his heart.

At this time, although Mu Qingyang was lying on the bed, she couldn't fall asleep, she was tossing and turning on the bed like a pancake, and she couldn't sleep all night.

Through the screen, Mu Bing, who was sleeping on the wooden couch, was as careful as dust, and he noticed that Mu Qingyang had something on his mind early in the morning.

"Young Master, are you sleeping, are you thinking about something?" Mu Bing simply propped up his upper body and asked in the direction of the screen.

"Uh... I didn't think about anything, I made a noise to you, I just drank too much strong tea during the day, and I couldn't sleep a little, it's okay, you can sleep quickly. Mu Qingyang pretended to be calm and found a reason, wanting to hide her inner uneasiness, but in fact, it was already a different scene in her heart.

Tomorrow is the last day of the three-day limit that King Chen's "bastard" said, just these few days, don't look at Mu Qingyang as if she has nothing to do, but she still uses some brains, but the time is urgent, and she hasn't thought of a suitable plan yet.

Mu Qingyang was lying on the bed, with some whimsical fantasies, if only she had a gun in her hand now, it would be good if she had a cannon, not to mention capturing a country, it would be the current ......

Mu Qingyang just thought about it for a moment, and she immediately dispelled this thought. Although in modern times, she used to understand the composition of fireworks out of curiosity. Thinking about the composition of gunpowder, the principle of making zuò should have a slight similarity with it.

But in the end, she is not very proficient, to be precise, it is still too troublesome, she is too lazy to do it, but in the final analysis, the most scruple in her heart is that the power of the gunpowder is amazing, if she is really drummed up and successful, if it is used on the battlefield in the future, I am afraid that there will be countless deaths and injuries, and the consequences will be severe and unimaginable.

No matter what time it is, Mu Qingyang is a pacifist. Everywhere, it is best to have world peace and no war. But what can we do now to allow everyone to coexist peacefully without having to fight?!

It's just that how to face that "bastard" of King Chen tomorrow! How to hand in the papers! A qiē possibility, or all kinds of impossibilities, in Mu Qingyang's mind again and again appeared scene after scene, she just thought about it and fell asleep in a daze......