"Zimu, is that Concubine Yun your junior sister?" Xiao Dongchen asked. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Yes, my sister has been in Sanssouci Valley since she was thirteen years old. ”

"This king is very surprised today, it turns out that she is really the handsome young man that this king saw in the flower garden that year. Xiao Yang laughed.

"Oh, the fifth brother has seen her a long time ago?"

"I really didn't expect that she was actually a woman, and she was a different, courageous and knowledgeable woman!" Xiao Yang was amazed.

Suddenly, Hua Muhan hurriedly walked out of the side hall, his eyes shining, "Zimu, go to the Yunqi Courtyard immediately and call Chang Ting." ”

"Your Majesty, ...... now" Zi Mu frowned, it was already the middle of the night, and she must have fallen asleep.

"Hurry up, go back, go back. Hua Muhan's expression was a little strange.

"Yes. Zimu received the order and disappeared outside the main hall in an instant.

"You three, go and bring the contents out. Hua Muhan instructed Chenyan, Zhan Ling, and Qin Weilang, "Be careful." ”

The three of them looked at each other and walked towards the side hall.

"Zhao Fei. Hua Muhan immediately called out of the hall again.

"The subordinates are here. Zhao Fei strode in.

"Close the doors of the temple and make the lamps brighter. Hua Muhan spoke very quickly, as if he had encountered something very exciting.

Zhao Fei was inexplicable, but he didn't dare to ask more, so he obeyed the order.

"Your Majesty, ...... are you" Xiao Yang was puzzled.

"Tonight, I invite the fifth uncle and the ninth uncle to watch a masterpiece together. Hua Muhan hooked his lips and smiled, and looked at the three of them who carefully carried a roll of five or six meters long and walked out of the side hall.

"This is the gift that Chang Ting has prepared for half a year?" asked Zhan Ling.

"Don't ask anything now. Hua Muhan squatted down and personally pushed the roll of things spliced together with large and small cowhides.

When the long scroll unfolded on the ground a little bit, the eyes of everyone present were straight.

After a long time, Xiao Dongchen moved, slid off the chair, and sat on the ground, his voice was dry and hoarse, "Help the king to ...... over."

Zhao Fei and Qin Weilang suddenly came back to their senses, and hurriedly squatted down to help.

"Oh my God! she's not human!" sighed in distraction.

Hua Muhan shook off a sharp gaze, he shuddered greatly, and hurriedly explained, "Praise, slave, this is definitely praise!"

She ...... It took her half a year to draw the terrain and military map of Qingsang...... Xiao Dongchen's hand trembled and stroked the detailed map, his face full of unspeakable concealment, "Wizard, what a genius......"

"Your Majesty, this ...... This Yun Concubine Niangniang, is it really a thirteen-year-old Sanssouci Valley?...... her life experience" Xiao Yang was very surprised.

Hua Muhan nodded solemnly, "Her life experience is clear to me." ”

"Then how can she, a woman, understand so many things about marching and fighting? Over the years, has she been guided by a famous teacher? Or, the emperor, have you taught her?" Xiao Yang planned to get to the bottom of it.

Hua Muhan shook her head slowly, "She said that she is self-taught...... Yes, she also said that she is a prodigy......"

Qin Weilang's blood boiled when he saw it, and he pointed his finger to one place, "Master, look." ”

Xiao Dongchen shifted his eyes and clenched his tiger fists, "This is a sign of the garrison of the frontier fortress, and there is no place around it." ”

As soon as the door of the hall was pushed, Chang Ting rushed in in a daze, muttering and complaining, "I've said it all, I know it's wrong, can I use it in the middle of the night to drag people up and reprimand......

Hua Muhan took her into his arms and shook her gently, "Changting, wake up first." ”

Zimu closed the door of the temple, looked at the ground, and was immediately stunned.

Changting's eyelids were extremely heavy, and he lay down in Hua Muhan's arms, and whispered in a deep voice, "I wish you a happy birthday......

Everyone looked strange and couldn't laugh or cry.

Hua Muhan was very moved, and she couldn't bear to wake her up, picked her up horizontally, and walked towards the side hall.

Everyone was silent, and they were engrossed in looking at the map.

After Hua Muhan entered the hall, he put Changting on the bed, carefully covered her with a quilt, kissed her cheek gently, and then walked out softly.

"She's so tired tonight. Hua Muhan smiled faintly, which can be regarded as an explanation.

"Your Majesty, this is a treasure, and the above has instructions for the marching and deployment of all parties, and it must not be seen by anyone who cares. Xiao Dongchen said.

Hua Muhan nodded heavily, "No wonder she has repeatedly emphasized that no second person other than me is allowed to see it." ”

"How did she grow up in this brain? Some time ago, she just retired from Nanyue's 100,000 army in a few words, and today she gave you such a big gift, I really love it to the depths!" Zhan Ling sighed, full of envy.

Hua Muhan was very unhappy when he heard this, but his expression was still faint.

"This king has heard about this, but he didn't expect that she did it. Xiao Yang was incredulous.

"It's a pity!" Xiao Dongchen sighed, full of regret, "If she is a man, this king will be able to go to see the ancestors and ancestors with peace of mind......"

Hua Muhan's expression was grim and speechless.

It was getting late, and he was reluctant to wake up Master Baili, and Xiao Dongchen was sick again, so several people really sighed and retreated.

(The deserted city is in the ancient crossing, and the sunset is full of autumn mountains.) Coming back and retreating. The water of the clear river is leisurely, and the water falls out of the sand island. The back pond stone is deep, and the green shore is dense. Knotted grass near the water stone, light and lonely and leisurely. There are few cicadas in the long rain, and the leaves in the empty mountains are deep. The dangerous building takes the moon, and the far temple listens to the bell Xun. Yesterday, I got the letter of Jiang monk, and I hope to come here to rest. Chaimen is lonely and fragrant, and the fireworks of the mountain family are sunny in spring and rain. The flowers in the garden are cloudy, and the warblers on the trees are crying. The water fragrant pond is black and sensen, and the mandarin ducks and ducks are like poultry. The front village is deep in the ridges, and there is no invasion in the east and west. The silkworm girl washes the cocoon in front of the stream, and the shepherd boy plays the flute and bathes. Shan Weng stayed with me and stayed overnight, smiling at the ripe melon beans on the western slope. The Three Gorges is 700 miles, but the Wuxia Gorge is long. The heavy rocks are not extreme, and the mountains are stacked. The cliff is dangerous, and the berry moss is rotten. See clearly at night, no wind and waves. Faithful to me, rafting will not hurt! I can wade into the pillars, I can float in Luliang. Where is the beauty now? Ganoderma lucidum is in vain. The mountain sky and night apes roared, and the recruits were in tears. The frost grass and the insects are cut, and the pedestrians in the south and north of the village are absolutely untouched. Looking at the field before going out alone, the moonlight buckwheat flowers are like snow. Qiu Ju has a good color, and she is dewed and beautiful. Forget this worry, far away from my world. Although it is alone, the cup is self-pouring. The day into the flock, the birds tend to the forest. Xiao Ao Dongxuan, talk about recovering this life. The spring mountain is warm and windy, the curtains of the pavilion are dry, and the willow swing is in the courtyard. Singing warblers and dancing swallows, small bridges and flowing water fly red and fly lightly without false wind, and fall lightly without committing to the ground. Dancing in the clear sky, inspiring people to think infinitely. The flowers are fragrant and the red smoke is fantastic, the grass is green and wilting, and the gold shop is low in the embroidery curtain. Ziyan's pair of delicate words are broken, Cuiping has peaks in the twelfth night, and the dream soul dissipates and the drunk boudoir is empty. ）

(To be continued.) )