If a lie can be exchanged for a lifetime of peace, then don't break it lightly

It's like pacing in Murong Yichuan's study while thinking about himself, all kinds of marriages for a few years have become so clear and clear at this moment, whether it is pain or joy, it has finally become the past, both the good and the bad should be put away calmly, and remember those beautiful ones, and bury the sadness deep in the bottom of your heart, it is best to never mention it. When they were just married for more than half a year, they were as cold as ice, and Yi Chuan stayed in the study every night, as if he knew, but because of that pride, she never took the initiative to get close, once in the study she had persuaded him to take a concubine, which completely broke Yi Chuan's heart, and they had been gentle and lingering in the study, so that the distance between each other was slowly approaching. Everything before the amnesia is something they don't want to touch, so why should they mention it again, so it's like burying the things that restore their memories deep in their hearts, so it's good for themselves and Yi Chuan's husband and wife, and even better for her and Zhongli Wenjun, only in this way will she and Wenjun not lose what they have. As if while thinking about it, he was rummaging through the bookshelves to find the books he needed, Murong Yichuan was a well-read person, almost half of the study room was occupied by books, and there were all kinds of subsets of scriptures and histories, up to 10,000 volumes, as if he was also a person who loved to read on weekdays, one of the things she admired about Murong Yichuan was reading, every day Yichuan would read for an hour, which was almost immovable, even if he brought books with him when he was fighting at the border pass, he would find time to read. As if carefully fiddling with the books on the bookshelf, looking for what she needs, each book Murong Yichuan regards it as his lifeblood, the books on it are all classified in one place, so it is not difficult to find them, and soon she found a few books she needs, and then she slowly came to Yichuan's bookcase, on which are the four treasures of the study, and there are many batches or for the review of the book and the secret protection sent from all over the country, among which there is an open book in the most conspicuous position, It's just that the paper on the page is yellow, it is a manuscript book, the handwriting is very fair, and vigorous and powerful, in curiosity as if scooping up a book to look at random, the cover is written "Taigong Art of War" four small characters, as if Fang suddenly opened up, although this book is shabby, but it is a difficult to find book, for the origin of this book as if listening to Yi Chuan, this is exactly the sloppy Taoist he met when he was in the Tieji Temple, this "Taigong Art of War" is according to the book written by Jiang Ziya, the prime minister who assisted King Wu of Zhou to lay down the country, The book is by no means just a book of the art of war of marching and fighting, but also about governing the country and leveling the world, according to Zhang Liang, one of the three heroes of the Han Dynasty at the beginning of that year, because of this book, he has the talent of the world, so as to follow the ancestor Liu Bang to give advice for him, so that Liu Bang will be invincible and invincible, level all directions, and unify the world. *.*feig.*/* It seems to slowly put the "Taigong Art of War" back in its place, scooping up a volume of manuscripts next to it, the handwriting is handsome and vigorous, elegant and resolute, every time I see this line of familiar handwriting, I will feel kind, I can't help but look at it a few more times, she casually flipped through a few pages to know that Yi Chuan was copying the "Taigong Art of War", as if he thought that he wanted to take the time to copy, it was really difficult for him. As if he could guess the other party's thoughts, Yi Chuan loved books as his life, and this "Taigong Art of War" was hard for him to obtain, and he had to read it every day for fear of damage, so he had to copy a copy again to read, and carefully close the original manuscript of the book. It's like this when you come across a book you like, and you are a book lover. It was as if she was scooping Yi Chuan's hand super high and comparing it with the original manuscript, but she knew that there was still about a third of it that was almost finished, and she immediately had an idea that she would help him copy the rest before Yi Chuan returned. Since you have decided to do this, you immediately handed over a few of your books to Chunhong, who was guarding outside the door, "You scoop these books back to my room first, and put them on the bookshelf, I will stay to help the prince copy the books, you don't have to follow, take care of Xue'er in the Funing Palace." It was as if he handed the book to Chunhong, and then instructed with a calm face. The princess should be careful, don't be too tired. Chunhong took the book, and turned around after the words fell.

It's as if returning to the study and closing the door, and then studying the ink himself, taking out the rice paper used for copying books from the drawer, slowly spreading it on the table, opening the "Taigong Art of War", finding Yichuan's copying place, holding the pen in his hand to read, and the tip of the pen flying on the white and soft paper, slowly, lines of words that refuse to be repaired are highlighted. Although she is also well-read, many times she and Murong Yichuan look at the books that are different in terms of dabbling, and they are not too interested in the books that govern the country and level the world, so when she copied the "Art of War", her thoughts were not in the book, but she was thinking about others, although the tip of the pen was flying, it was credible but not with it.

Seeing that it was past noon, as if he was still busy in the study, the door of the study was slowly pushed open, as if he heard the noise, he hurriedly raised his head, and Ping'er, dressed in purple, walked in slowly. This morning, Ping'er was sorting out the accounts in her room, and at noon she heard the little girl as if she was copying a book in the study, and she saw that it was almost time to eat, and she knew that she would get carried away when she was busy, so she hurriedly came over to urge her to eat.

"Seeing that you are too busy to eat, how touched you should be if you let the prince know." Ping'er walked up to Wanruo and snatched the pen from her hand, laughing and joking with her.

Wanruo's face instantly turned red, his eyes drooped, and he gently squeezed Ping'er's hand, pretending to be angry; "You just bully me, an honest man, and like to scoop me and make fun of me, so people will ignore you like this."

Ping'er inserted the brush into the pen holder on the side, she glanced at a few secret books on the table, and then asked quietly; "Has the princess seen this basic secret protection?"

It's like a way; "I'm not interested in any of this, I'm just concentrating on copying books, what's wrong?"

Ping'er relieved her heart at this time, she believed that what she said was true, "It's nothing, it's just that these secret books have just been sent, and the prince hasn't seen it yet." Ping'er doesn't need to explain too much, she seems to be very smart, and she knows King Fu very well, so she can naturally hear the overtones from these words, "I know his temperament, and I'm really not interested in this, I'm just helping him finish copying the book, and when I came, you were sorting out the accounts, and this will be over?" ”

Ping'er Road; "It's almost, by the way, it's noon, you better hurry back to Funing Hall for dinner."

It was as if he glanced at the beams of the house, then stretched his waist and said lazily; "It's noon so soon, I don't have the nature to eat at all now, I'm frying for a while." Then she reached out to scoop the pen, but the sad Ping'er hurriedly stopped her, "You will be presumptuous if the prince is not in the palace for the past two days, if you are not obedient, wait for the prince to come back and see that I will not sue you." ”

"Oh, good sister, don't you want to be like this, people listen to you, how about you wait for me to finish copying the last few lines before going to dinner?" It was like pulling Ping'er's sleeve and said coquettishly.

Ping'er pinched Wanruo's nose dotingly, "Okay, it's all up to you." ”

As if smiling and letting go of his hand, scooping the pen out of the pen holder, re-dipping the ink, and copying the last few lines, during which Ping'er has been standing aside and watching silently.