Inside the meditation room, smoke curls up, and a large character "Jing" clings to the wall.

"Uncle, I'll find out the truth!"

"Thank you, be careful."

Zen lingered on the man, and when he saw him before, he was already haggard, but at this moment, he lost all interest, and he was unwilling to mix anything.

Perhaps, in his heart, he only blindly believes that Shen Jing can't find out the truth, after all, it's not about a soldier, it's about the imperial power, it's about the whole world, where is it so easy?

Shen Jing arched his hand at the man, said goodbye and walked out.

Outside the meditation room, on the bluestone-paved steps, two figures turned their backs to him.

He recognized He Yan's figure at a glance, as if it was deeply engraved in his heart, and could not be forgotten, but became more and more profound, as if it had been depicted countless times.

He sat behind them, on the steps a few steps higher than them, one foot propped up on his hand, and the other foot swayed forward casually. He didn't listen to what they said, he just closed his eyes and thought quietly.

In his ears was the sound of their conversation, and gradually only her moving voice scratched his heart.

The breeze was slow, and he gradually relaxed, and the troubles in his mind were suppressed for a while, and he had time to breathe.

"That's your first acquaintance?" He Yan asked Jun Lian beside her softly, her eyes full of love and pity.

"Well, I'm lucky." The two pear vortices of her face, shallow. A pair of apricot eyes are full of pleasure, but they are also full of love.

He Yan saw the look on her face, but she also knew the reason for her character, "No, you are worthy, you are worth being good to you." ”

"You're the second person I'm willing to open up to." She seemed embarrassed, and whispered the next sentence, but her voice became lower and lower, "He Yan, thank you." ”

"I guess he must be a very good person."

She saw the small light in her eyes, but for the first time she knew that love didn't seem to be as she imagined, but she had a little yearning.

Little by little, her heartstrings were plucked, and little by little, a door was born in the wall of her heart, and it only took one more step for that person to come close to her heart, and it was only him.

"Okay."

"He gave me dignity and he was the first person to be so nice to me since I can remember. Although he always pretends to be nothing, I know that he is very good to me. ”

In the study, a young man sat at a yellow wooden desk, and beside her stood a girl, even if she was standing, she was shorter than the person who was sitting.

It was the advantage of height, which had brought her endless oppression, but she was cramped and uneasy under tension, her hands had nowhere to go, and some were ignorant.

"Do you know what these words are?" The boy pointed to the three big characters, and his gaze fixed on the girl.

She shook her head, "I don't know. ”

"Gentleman's words." He read the three words out of his mouth with great seriousness, tapped his fingers on them, and then turned to look at her, "This is my name." ”

"Do you remember?"

Her face was very tangled, a pair of small hands under the table, one hand in the palm of the other, as if trying to remember these three words in her heart.

He didn't let go of her actions, an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, the expression on his face remained unchanged, he stood up, took her hand and brought it to him, "I'll teach you." ”

There was a flash of joy in her eyes, and she was easily caught by the teenager.

He laid out a piece of paper again, took the hanging brush, took her hand, wrapped it in his big hand, and gently led her to dip it in ink, and then went to the paper.

One stroke at a time, the girl only felt the temperature close to his ears, she felt like a shrimp, just peeling off that layer of clothing, almost avoidable.

Her heart was pounding, and it seemed so abrupt in the quiet of the room that only she could hear.

Under his eyes were his slender fingers, his big broad palm imprisoning her small hand, and the palm of his hand oozed fine sweat. He pointed forward, her entire back was in his arms, and there seemed to be hot sweat behind her back, and the whole person was so hot that her forehead seemed to be oozing sweat.

"Are you hot?"

"Nope." She shook her head, complaining in her heart that it was a good thing he had done, but she couldn't speak.

But he laughed out loud, not exposing it, not tearing it down, just looking at her ears like this.

"Do you remember? My name. ”

"Remember, then you have to remember, forget that I won't teach you."

"I want to see my name."

"Okay."

He held her hand and wrote two words next to his name, but they occupied the size of three words, which seemed to be large, but it was not abrupt, but it matched those three words very well.

"How did you write that big?"

"Because it's chubby, it's cute."

She pursed her mouth and muttered in a low voice, her eyes were unhappy, and her body moved forward a few points without moving.

"Do you want pastry? A-mercy. ”

"Uh-uh-uh..." She wondered if she had eaten too much, and he hated being fat.

Waiting for him to put the pastry in front of her eyes, she hesitated, wanted to eat it, but couldn't.

"I don't want it."

"Eat, you're not fat, it's delicious." He rolled his eyes, and said, "If you don't eat it, you will be eaten by Yue'er later." ”

So, the little girl took a piece of pastry and put it in her mouth, which was so good, it was still the mouth-watering taste of the year.

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"Brother Ziyan, you must be careful and take care. Mercy is waiting for you to come back. The woman's eyes were red, the corners of her mouth barely supported a smile, and the pear vortices on both sides of her cheeks were shallow.

The beauty cried so much that the pear blossoms brought rain, she was not a beauty, but she cried cutely and lovingly.

His eyes darkened, and his fingers went to her eyes, gently wiping away tears for her, and then rubbing her red eyes. Her big tears flowed like pearls that had fallen off, and his heart was tangled.

"Alright, my mercy, don't cry. I don't feel at ease with you. He hugged her back into his arms, and comforted her with his own warmth, which was a young wounded heart, what an inferior girl.

When she was a teenager, she would embroider purses for him, sew robes for him, and cared for him. He has no mother since he was a child, and his father is a rough man, and he also lets him grow up, and some are just more spoiled by his sister.

That's why I was jealous before, but in the end, my sister got better, so I helped for the first time and met the woman in front of me.

He didn't know if it was fate or what, but meeting her and helping her was the most right thing he had ever done.

"I'm fine, you can go with confidence." She turned away and looked at him again.

He knew that she didn't want to be seen as she was crying, but he just hugged her behind her, his head resting on her neck.

She was silently in tears, maybe a kind of snuggling, a person who had been with her for a long time, was about to go to the battlefield, and her inner emotions were complicated.

I am happy that he can realize his ambitions, but I am sad that I will not be able to see him for a long time, and I am afraid that he will be in danger.

"Don't cry."

His words were full of tiredness, this girl with low self-esteem, he was not at ease.

He had been by her side for countless days and nights, listening to her whispering in her sleep, listening to her crying in her sleep, and he had to gently pat her on the shoulder.

Later, he used to be with her, and several times he secretly climbed into her bed, just because she called her brother with wet eyes, and she was afraid.

He always remembers it in his heart, and sleeps with her in his arms at night. After being with her for a long time, the nightmare in her heart was dissipating little by little, and she gradually began to distance herself from him.

Little by little, she avoided him, and he could see it, and he ignored her, like a silent quarrel between lovers.

That night, he was drunk and his head was not clear, but he was drunk and spit out the truth. He was dissatisfied with her performance towards him, and even did something to break into the boudoir at night.

The crack in the door opened a little, and before she could react, he pushed her against the door, and kissed her deeply. The kiss was domineering, taking her breath straight away, causing her face to turn red and she couldn't breathe.

He seemed to notice that she was having trouble breathing, so he pecked softly and gently. The tip of her nose was a man's unique smell, and he knocked so quickly that the light in the room didn't burn. She knew the person in front of her, her mouth was full of wine, and she was drunk in the end.

In the darkness, no one knew that her cheeks were flushed, and her hands were uncontrollably wrapped around the man's waist.

The man seemed to be greatly encouraged, and the kiss deepened a little.

He let go of the woman, but in the darkness it was as if he saw her face as red as a March peach blossom, as long as he thought about it, the heat on his body hit, the Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the pupils staring at her deepened in the night.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, she leaned against him, and she couldn't stand steadily. He kissed her again, one hand against the back of her head and the other around her waist.

She lifted her feet off the ground, causing her to scream, only to be swallowed up by him. She had to support his chest weakly with her hands, and her feet wrapped around his waist like vines, just to keep them from falling.

His lips and hands kept moving, and he carried her to the bed.

The room was quiet, except for their messy breathing. At some point, their clothes fell off imperceptibly, and their stripped robes were scattered under the beds.

The curtain hung low, the moonlight entered the room, the girl's pale skin danced with a pink halo, the man's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a drop of sweat fell to the snow white under him. His eyes touched the unsteady shaking mouth, and he lowered his head to kiss lightly, and a low smile overflowed from his mouth.

After a while, there were only two overlapping figures on the bed, as if they were one.

The two bodies, one large and one small, hugged each other, sleeping extremely sweetly, as if nothing had happened, except for the woman's fair skin covered with different shades of bruises and red marks, which made people full of imagination.

Jun Lian remembered that he said, when I return from the war, I will marry you!