However, under his leadership, Changting made more disciples in the valley during this period. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Moreover, because of her hearty and generous personality, it wasn't long before those disciples talked to her about everything.

Moreover, she also figured out one of the main reasons why An Lan was always wandering outside - he was too popular with female disciples.

Dusty had predicted that she would be An Lan's second, which was quickly confirmed. With her beautiful face, although she is still young, her femininity has begun to stand out, and every time she goes out of the Junziyuan Garden, she either comes back with a lot of food, or her face is sore by some big sisters.

She had been secretly inquiring about what she wanted to know, but the results were all the same disappointing to her......

An Lan was unexpectedly reliable this time, and actually lived in the valley for nearly a autumn, until he saw that Changting was not short of people to accompany him, so he left the valley again.

During the time that An Lan was there, Ren Rufeng and Yan Zimu were nowhere to be seen, but as soon as An Lan left, Yan Zimu came back, and Changting even thought that this was the collusion of her two senior brothers, afraid that she would be too lonely to stay alone in Junziyuan.

As soon as Yan Zimu returned, her life changed dramatically.

Every morning, he will arrange Changting's schedule for the day, which is extremely strict. However, Changting likes to be controlled by him very much, and even enjoys his control very much.

Yan Zimu also secretly praised the self-discipline of this little junior brother, but rarely praised her in front of her.

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Autumn goes to winter, and Hua Muhan is back.

After Yan Zimu left, she moved to the flower garden.

She had already practiced the basic swordsmanship booklet very solidly, and she pestered the dust and smoke to find her a more advanced secret, but the dust and smoke went back and forth, and finally found her a very shallow one.

Although the real purpose of her coming to Sanssouci Valley was not to learn martial arts, she was still very angry in her heart, but she didn't want to be embarrassed by the little backer because of this, so she had to endure it.

Every once in a while, Sun Quan would leave the flower garden and come back after ten days and a half months, she secretly thought that he should go back to the home of Kaiyang Hua Muhan.

She really wanted to ask Hua Muhan about the situation at home, but she felt that people didn't take the initiative to say that it would be too abrupt and impolite to ask by herself, so she let go of this idea.

Later, Ren Rufeng came back, and he stayed in the valley for a month this time, and summoned Changting back from the falling flower garden.

She also hoped that her master would teach her some advanced martial arts, but she didn't think about it, not to mention that her hopes were dashed, and she was completely reduced to a hard worker.

In the month of Layue, she heard that the valley master's birthday was approaching, so she was full of anxiety that he would be able to get out, but until the end of the year, there was no movement from the Sanssouci Garden.

In disappointment, Hua Muhan and Ren Rufeng left one after another, and even Yan Zimu and An Lan disappeared.

She knows that as long as there is a family, they will go home for the New Year.

When she thought about it, all she could do was smile helplessly, in this strange world, there are two major festivals that are the same as in Chinese history - Spring Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival.

It is said that every festive season is more than a family, which is not wrong at all.

She and the disciples of the Sword Pavilion gathered together to celebrate the New Year, although the atmosphere was very lively, but in her heart, she still had a lot of deep thoughts, and she was sad......

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Time is like passing water, and in the blink of an eye, Changting has been in Sanssouci Valley for a year.

The autumn breeze is rising, and the falling flower beds are withering again.

At night, she had already fallen asleep outside, and Hua Muhan walked out.

Looking at the familiar and unique sleeping position, he pursed his lips and smiled, and brushed her sleeping hole with internal force.

On the stone steps outside the door, dust and smoke were already waiting there.

As soon as he came out of the room, two black shadows fell silently and fell to one knee.

"Your Highness, this is the Vice-Commander's Flying Pigeon Mission. One of the men in black offered a small bamboo tube in both hands.

Hua Muhan opened it and looked at it twice, and waved his sleeves lightly with a faint expression, "You guys stand down." ”

Two black shadows disappeared silently into the night.

"Master......" Dust and Smoke cast an inquiring look at Hua Muhan.

Hua Muhan reflexively went back to the room, stretched out his hand to push open the window, and sat down on the chair next to him, "A few days ago, the courtiers participated in the history of Ma Yu, saying that his only son robbed people and concubines and caused death. ”

Chenyan frowned, "How could such a thing be stabbed in front of the emperor?"

An autumn wind swept in the scattered flowers, Hua Muhan subconsciously glanced at the small wooden bed, stretched out his hand to close the window, and his tone was still flat, "The son of Ma Yushi, he has always been friendly with Prime Minister Xia's youngest son, and he was the one who really hurt people's lives." ”

"Which minister is so bold as to dare to find Xia Xiang......'s business?"

Hua Muhan's eyes were deep, and he hooked his lips and chuckled, "It's because I can't find out that there is a master behind it, which makes people even more suspicious, which shows the high level of that person's means." ”

"Then the master may guess who it is?"

Hua Muhan smiled and remained silent.

"Is this good or bad?"

"There are many forces in the DPRK and China that check and balance each other, and they are all preventing one of them from becoming bigger. This kind of thing is not good, but it is not bad. ”

After Chenyan lowered his head and pondered for a while, he took a small half step forward, "Master, it's time for us to leave and go back, His Royal Highness has written several times." ”

Hua Muhan's eyes drooped slightly, and the afterglow of the corner of his eyes fell on the small bed, and after a long time, he said, "Stay a few more days." ”

There was a look of confusion in Chenyan's eyes, for so many years, it was the first time he had seen him like this, he hesitated again and again, and gave up persuasion, "The master rested earlier." ”

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The next day, the autumn rain fell from morning to evening, and there was no intention of stopping.

Hua Muhan stayed in the room all day to teach Chang Ting to write, and when he saw Chang Ting stretching his waist from time to time, he couldn't help frowning and asked, "Didn't you sleep well last night, why do you look so tired?"

Changting pinched his little fist and beat her small waist, lazily lying on the desk, muttering with a sad face: "I don't know what's going on today, my back hurts, and I'm very tired and ......."

Such a feeling, it seems, is not unfamiliar......

But......

She was too tired to use her brain.

It was the first time Hua Muhan had seen her like this, and he reached out to touch her forehead, "Let Chenyan take you to see the doctor." ”

Chang Ting sat up straight, a pair of small hands swaying, and it was difficult to hide the panic in his eyes, "No, no, I'm just a little tired, I don't need to see a doctor!"

She didn't take the pill, if she went to the doctor, as soon as she took the pulse, it would be all over.

Hua Muhan stared at her overreaction, and there was doubt in her eyes.

Chang Ting sat down busily, picked up the pen and wrote seriously, "I still have to study hard." ”

Hua Muhan glanced at her disappreciatively, took a book in his hand, and lay on the bed.