But in the end, there is still a difference, Shang Xuesleeve quietly looked out of the window, in winter, the quilt that helped her block the cold wind that seeped in through the window cracks, and also blocked the sun, completed the mission of the curtain, and was removed by her. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

When the weather is warm, she even dismantles everything she can wash.

She will eat every meal on time, and she will follow her original habits, hang her voice, practice, and even take out her plays over and over again to sing.

She suddenly thought of the allusion to "drying books" that Master Yue told her, people slept in the sun with their stomachs spread, saying that they were drying books, what about her, this is also a show, right?

But from time to time, she would involuntarily touch her belly.

It was empty, there was nothing.

Whenever this happens, Shang Xuesleeve will have a breathless disgust in his heart, not disgusted with others, but with himself.

She should have accompanied the child, otherwise she should have been worse off than dead, and she would be sad every day.

Shang Xuesleeve sometimes thinks that everyone says that Beauty Township is a hero's grave, and for her, even Zeyu is also her grave - look, didn't she just bury their child?

In the future, she may bury herself.

But she still lived in this cold palace, with a calm face, living as usual, and singing—but she couldn't help singing, which was the only thing she had now.

Or that she had already died on that snowy day, and now she is only alive when she is singing.

If someone enters the door of the cold palace now, and then walks into the courtyard, you can see a slender and thin figure, with messy green hair, and a rough cloth belt tied up.

She may walk slowly in the yard, but this walk is fast and slow; It is also possible to see her looking at the sky and thinking, muttering softly to herself.

After nightfall, you can see her sitting upright in the middle of the house, her posture is straight, even the shadow that falls on the ground is straight, and her hands may be constantly moving on the kang.

If you look closely, her slender and slender fingers are actually writing on the kang beside her.

Every word is what she thinks, how should every scene and every character be dressed up, and what kind of head should be used? What kind of clothes to wear? What kind of helmet to wear?

How to act? What kind of expression is more in place? With each beat of the drum, where should these characters stand? How many steps should I walk to get to the right place? What should be the echo of the body movements between the characters?

How should they sing? Sing with what kind of emotion? How long is the best time to delay a cavity?

What should the martial arts field look like? What kind of work should be paired with additional instrumental music, what line should not be used, or what kind of scene and character's mood should be matched?

Shang Xue's sleeves were far more detailed and more thoughtful than before, and even the dragon set was taken into account.

Every day and night in the cold palace that drives people crazy, her mind seems to be playing one Ming drama after another, where so many characters live, and in the brightly lit stage in her imagination, one by one appears and is brilliant.

Shang Xuesleeve had to be silent for several days from beginning to end of such a scene, and she was naturally tired, but more than tired, it was a pity - she had crossed so many words on the kang, but there was no way to spread it.

She knew that someone had been listening outside, and it would be nice if she could change some pen and paper and write it down for someone to take outside...... But she also knew that this was wishful thinking, and now the guards of this cold palace have been replaced by two eunuchs who are both deaf and dumb, and no one else is allowed to approach the cold palace.

Shang Xuesleeve didn't write all of these, she sometimes unconsciously wrote a name, she couldn't help but open her mouth to say that name, but finally closed her mouth.

It's been so long, from the end of that spring, to the beginning of spring now, the seasons have changed, and the year is about to pass, and he has never appeared in front of him again.

He must have forgotten himself.

And she, such an unforgettable everything, filled her heart with bloody wounds that have not healed so far, how can she forget?

But she didn't dare to think about it, so she only deliberately let all her time be filled with two things - the sin against that child, and the Ming drama.

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It wasn't until Zhenhai General Chen Kuanhai issued a letter of plea from the surface that was sincere on the surface, but inside he accused the emperor of "flying all the birds and hiding the good bow", that Lian Zeyu ordered someone to send out the edict that had been prepared long ago.

At the same time, these "ten deadly sins" were also distributed to all prefectures and counties, including "the giant beetle of the country", "the name Zhenhai, but in fact it colluded with the Japanese and caused the waves of injustice", "the people of Dongjun were fat and the people raised this giant robe", and "there was no country and no home, and they were disloyal and unjust".

"Zhenhai" No. 1, naturally, has been deprived.

Because Lian Zeyu wants to move the East China Sea not in a day or two, he has arranged for people to collect all kinds of human and physical evidence before the war in Xijun, in addition to this "ten deadly sins" explicit notice, it also lists hundreds of illegal things, large and small, which is staggering!

Even Zeyu's army pressed the border on the land, and countless warships were also transferred from Huodu at the mouth of the Daheng River, so they had to try their best to ensure that this battle was quickly resolved, and the trouble was solved quickly, and the people's livelihood could not be dragged out so that the people's livelihood withered.

The trade route of the Great Hengjiang River has just been opened, and the East China Sea is really a cornucopia, and he doesn't want to break this cornucopia.

The battle situation was indeed as he expected, until Chen Kuanhai was captured, and the 1,000 bandits he colluded with who were hiding on the surrounding islands were all wiped out, and it was only a dozen days, which was not in vain as many as the previous months of layout and waiting.

The next step is to do a good job in the restructuring, and the most important thing is the opening of ports and the appointment and dismissal of officials...... He still doesn't think there are enough people.

He thought of Li Yu, his brows furrowed slightly, and his face showed a little invisible disgust, but now Huo Du couldn't leave him.

He sat lightly on the chair, a pen in his hand, but he didn't know what to write, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and the accompanying father-in-law lowered his head and held a rosewood box, which was sealed with lacquer, but he also knew that this box was extremely important, so he didn't even dare to sweep his eyes, and put it directly on the table in front of the emperor, and said softly: "Your Majesty, this is the secret report that arrived today." ”

"Let's go down." Lian Zeyu leaned over and dragged the box in front of him, and when he saw the shape on the box, his hand paused, this was a secret report from the northwest.

The boxes of the Thirteen Mansions are different, and the keys are also different, he went to seal the lacquer and opened the box, but his heart was full of mixed feelings.

He had used this method to find Shang Xuesleeve everywhere, and now, this is the second time that he has used this secret way to do private things.

The worm does not grow old

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