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A few days have passed, Fang Qing lives peacefully with cardamom every day, in addition to conditioning her body, eating hard, and making herself as fat as possible, Fang Qing avoids Zhao Zhi as much as possible.

Zhao Zhi and the fourth housekeeper seemed to have forgotten her, in the past few days, the two of them lived in a simple place, often closed in the house for a day, cardamom went in several times to deliver food, and the two of them also looked solemn and sad.

Even the iron-blooded thirteen young people were a lot quieter, either eating and sleeping every day, or practicing and sharpening their knives, but Xue Zilong would come to check the safety of Fang Qing and Cardamom and tell them not to be discharged from the hospital.

Fang Qing also tried her best to stay at home, not for anything else, but she was afraid to see Zhao Zhi's eyes, full of a kind of helplessness and sadness that she was familiar with, the more silent Zhao Zhi became, the more uneasy Fang Qing's heart became.

After noon, the weather was excellent, Fang Qing felt that if she was bored in the house any longer, she would become a resentful woman in the boudoir, so she simply made a pot of tea with Cardamom and the two of them, sat on the sunny stone table in the center of the courtyard, and quietly tasted tea.

The afternoon sun was still a little dazzling, Fang Qing raised her eyes to look at the weeping willow tree in the yard, fluttering freely in the gentle spring breeze, and was happy to find that there were new tender branches growing on it, and she didn't feel some joy in her heart.

"It's still a little cold, I'll go up and get you a cloak." Cardamom brought a cup of tea to Fang Qing, although nominally, Cardamom is Fang Qing's personal maid, but these days they have been getting along day and night, and the relationship between the two has long been as close as sisters.

Fang Qing nodded, only to see Cardamom's emaciated body like a butterfly, swaying and running.

Fang Qing only felt a little depressed in her heart, stretched out a pair of plain hands to hold the branches in the palm of her hand, the tender green sprouts were like a shy girl slowly blooming her graceful figure, Fang Qing was happy, and then sentimental, "Year after year, you are gone, you are here again, what is your rebirth today?" ”

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"Let's meet in this life...... a cold voice came from behind.

Fang Qing shuddered coldly, and panicked in her heart, "The meeting in this life? ”

Hesitating, turning around, I saw Zhao Zhi retreat from the black robe for a few days, standing in the afternoon sun in a moon-white plain clothes, a resolute and cold face was so dazzling, the slight velvet on the face, the clarity in the eyes, the calmness between the corners of the mouth, yesterday he was still a casual look, but today he stood in front of him like a gentle jade tree, as if ...... Such as...... It's like the Shao Zi of the past......

For a while, Fang Qing actually felt that the person in front of him could be Shao Zitian in his previous life......

Suddenly, Fang Qing couldn't help but shed tears.

Zhao Zhi's horizontal eyebrows furrowed, his face was full of distress, a pair of thick hands gently brushed over Fang Qing's tender face, carefully wiping a few wipes of tears, a pair of deep eyes were indeed heavy.

Fang Qing blinked, her eyelashes as light as a blue bird were wet in Zhao Zhi's hands, pursed her lips, and coughed lightly, "Your hands are so rough, they make my face hurt." ”

Zhao Zhi's hand stopped on Fang Qing's face, sighed helplessly, and sneered, "It's rough, at the age of ten, I learned horseback archery in the army with my father's expeditionary army, followed Fourth Uncle Zhao to fight in the south and north at the age of fifteen, and led the army to fight at the age of seventeen, and never defeated." I never thought I would be where I am today...... I never thought that my iron army would now be unarmored by a token......"

Zhao Zhi said this lightly, but there was no trace of grief and anger between his eyebrows, as if the matter he said had nothing to do with him.

Fang Qing ...... I, Zhao Zhi, was born in the royal family and grew up in Luo Qi. Except for the thirteen young men of the Iron Army who were born and died with me, I Zhao Zhi have no friends and no relatives...... If one day, I mean, if I Zhao Zhi dies in battle, can you send my body back to Purple Cloud City......"

"Nonsense! Why do you curse yourself and live well...... There is hope, to live...... More than anything else. Fang Qing didn't know why, when she heard Zhao Zhi's words, her heart ached, and she became excited.

"What? Are you nervous about me? Zhao Zhi suddenly flashed a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and instantly dimmed again, no longer like a casual scoundrel on weekdays, but like a soldier before the war.

"I ...... I...... Who is nervous about you, I just think, you are so heavy, if you are sent back to Ziyun City, I don't know how much silver taels it will cost and how big a carriage will be. Although Fang Qing was apprehensive in her heart, she did have a look of extreme disgust on her face.

Zhao Zhi didn't say a word, just looked at Fang Qing stupidly, looked at the broken hair on Fang Qing's forehead fluttering in the spring breeze, looked at Fang Qing's clear eyes like a stream, in addition to the shyness of a girl, there was also a rare wisdom, and looked at Fang Qing's skin like snow, like the snow in the Tianshan Mountains, cold without a trace of human breath.

The catkins are flying, the breeze is warm, and Zhao Zhi can only say silently in his heart, wait for me to return.

Zhao Zhi stretched out his calloused hands and gently brushed them between Fang Qing's foreheads, stretching her slightly wrinkled forehead, with a doting face, a warm face, a thousand words of silence between the corners of his mouth, and the joy between his eyebrows, red with rich reluctance.

Fang Qing was just about to have a seizure, but he didn't expect Zhao Zhi's deep eyes to sink, he turned around without hesitation, and left in stride like a meteor, returning to his room.

Fang Qing, who was left in a daze, looked at the back of Zhao Zhi who resolutely left, and was so dignified and free and easy in his steps.

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On spring nights, there will always be some fragrance of flowers and strong moonlight, Fang Qing lies on the bed, tossing and turning, and always can't sleep well. During the day, Zhao Zhi's cold eyes were vaguely filled with something decisive, which made Fang Qing feel very uneasy.

His heart ...... There must be something, definitely! The more Fang Qing thought about it, the more annoyed she became, and Zhao Zhi's silent face lingered in front of her.

"Cardamom ......" Fang Qing simply sat up with a grunt and woke up Cardamom who was sleeping on the edge of the bed.

"What's the matter, sister." Cardamom leaned over and yawned to sit up.

"When you went to deliver food to the fourth prince during the day, what were he and the four housekeepers doing in the house?"

"It's like reading a book, or playing chess with the thirteen young people......" Cardamom replied, but her eyes were always closed, and her head was dangling.

"Reading books and playing chess? What books do you read? What kind of chess was played? ”

"Sister, in the middle of the night, spare the cardamom, I don't know how to read." Cardamom pouted and fell to her stomach.

"Then you can describe to me, what the book looks like, what the chess looks like... Ay...... Don't sleep ...... yet."

"The book is very long and big, and there are paintings, which look like a courtyard...... A chess piece is a chess piece...... A small red flag was tied to the chessboard where the sand was sitting......"

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"A yard-like book? Isn't that a map...... The little red chess piece is in the sand...... Isn't that a sand table for combat?! Fang Qing thought secretly in her heart, feeling more and more that something was wrong, and there was a burst of coldness in her heart, only to feel goosebumps on her arms.

Suddenly, Zhao Zhi's words suddenly came to his ears.

"If one day, I mean, if I Zhao Zhi dies in battle, can you send my body back to Purple Cloud City......

Could it be ...... Could it be ......

He wants to attack with the iron-blooded thirteen young men?!!!!!!! Fight to the death?!

Fang Qing's heart suddenly tightened, and her heart was about to beat out of her throat! Beads of sweat the size of beans seeped out of his forehead for a while.

In the subtle wind outside the window, the sound of broken footsteps suddenly came in, although it was very light, but it was also real.

"It's a trough cake!"

Fang Qing didn't care so much, barefoot, wearing underwear, and rushed out of the door like crazy.

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