When I am hungry and thirsty, you are the nectar that nourishes me

When I collapsed, you were the driving force that sustained me all. Great literature

When grieving, you are my best spiritual comfort.

As the sun set, Murong Yichuan returned to his residence with a somewhat tired body, he had stayed in the big rise for more than three hours since he saw the letter, and he had analyzed his heart thoroughly for more than three hours, and the silence of these three hours also strengthened his determination to usurp the throne in a certain dynasty, this determination had been before, but he still swayed from side to side, and always felt that it was a little unkind and unjust to compete with his brother or nephew, but now he is no wonder of any benevolence. If he still can't make up his mind, maybe one day he will play completely, then he must unswervingly fight against the emperor from now on, and from now on, he can't be soft on the emperor, but that ambition to be a country has swelled Murong Yichuan's whole heart. Great literature

Murong Yichuan is still a little lost, he knows that his brotherhood with the emperor is really coming to an end, and this appearance may always completely collapse, and when the flames of war ignite in the palace one day, it will be when their brother's kindness is broken.

The news of Lin Sanping's return to the barracks has long been reported to Wanruo, in fact, it was not reported to her, but Lin Sanping, who returned when she was with Chu Qianqian, went to say hello to Chu Qianqian, her sister-in-law, and asked briefly about the situation there, and then sat down in her heart, as if she was really happy about this matter, the first war is finally over, then they can return to Beijing, and the second Chu Qianqian can finally reunite with Zhou Dawei and his wife. Although she seems to know that Zhou Dawei is not only Chu Qianqian, Chu Qianqian is also Zhou Dawei's most trusted person. Great literature

When Murong Yichuan returned to his residence, he hadn't seen Wanruo return, he knew that Wanruo had gone to Chu Qianqian, but he still asked the girl next to him about Wanruo's whereabouts with a straight face, and the little girl also replied tremblingly that the princess had gone to Mrs. Zhou.

Murong Yichuan sat on the chair with his eyes wandering around, and at this time the door opened, as if he walked in with a brisk step, King Fu saw that he had entered the room, so he hurriedly stood up from the chair, and came to Wanruo with an arrow step and hugged her in his arms; "Why did you come back, do you know I'm worried about you." Murong Yichuan hugged him tightly, as if this was the last hug.

It was as if facing this Murong Yichuan's sudden affection, he was a little overwhelmed, I don't know what was wrong with him, he made it look like he was reunited after a long absence, and it was as if he was about to part.

"I'm going to Sister Qianqian, what's wrong with you, don't hug me so tightly." Like a soft judo, facing Wanruo's watery tenderness, Murong Yichuan felt as if this was his only comfort, at the moment his heart was scarred, and only this gorgeous woman could give himself such comfort, and only when he hugged her his heart was full, his whole body was full of strength, and he felt that he was the most down-to-earth and warm, and he really didn't think about what would happen if he lost himself one day, I really didn't dare to think about it.

The more Murong Yichuan thought about it, the more frightened he became, but the tighter he hugged it, as if he wanted her to stick to his body like this; "Don't leave me, don't," Murong Yichuan's words were a little desperate, a little lost, and then like a desperate person grasping the last straw.

It was as if he was holding him and was a little out of breath; "Okay, why do you say these unlucky things, how can I leave you, you are about to let go of me, you are not afraid of pressing our children if you hold me so tightly." As if she was delicate, as soon as she said that the child Murong Yichuan's heart swelled again, and his body seemed to have added a little more strength, but he slowly let go of Wanruo, and his hand was placed on Wanruo's slightly raised lower abdomen.

"What's wrong with you? I just came back from Sister Qianqian, and I also met General Lin, the war on the South Vietnamese side is over, I am really happy, we can go back to Beijing. Speaking of returning to Beijing, there was joy flying out between the eyebrows.

Murong Yichuan saw that he was eager to return to Beijing, of course he knew her thoughts, there was a daughter in the capital, that was her concern, but he didn't want to go back, but how should he face the emperor after returning to Beijing? Thinking of his future relationship with the emperor, a faint cloud of sadness rose on Murong Yichuan's face, and his heart seemed to be stuck with a small bayonet.