"Men should focus on national affairs, the border is not peaceful, the neighboring countries are ready to move, and Your Majesty has just ascended the throne." Song Yi bowed deeply, "If the country is strong, the family is strong, and Yi'er has no plans for children's personal affairs for the time being." Ask grandmother for forgiveness. ”

Stepping out of Fuyuan, a cold wind blew, and Song Yi was so cold that he shivered lightly.

Back at the hospital, the greeted her, "General, lunch has been put on the table for you." ”

"Don't eat it, take it." She didn't have a good rest since she tracked down the broad cardamom, Song Yi stepped into the bedroom and stretched, "Without my order, no one is allowed to come in and disturb my rest." ”

The looked at the tiredness on Song Yi's face, knowing that she had never had a good rest since she returned to Beijing, so she responded hello, put the food on the table back on the plate, and retreated.

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It's a dream.

The cold wind is cold, and on the peaks, one black and one white, two long figures with excellent demeanor stand on the top of the peak.

From where they looked, the mountains rose and fell, and there was no end to it. Hundreds of thousands of troops are marching out in a row.

The man in black stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the banner that was high in the wind, and said lightly, "Once you will succeed, the road to imperial power has always been a thorny and clogged road." Song Yi, I don't want to, let my hands be stained with innocent blood. ”

The breeze blew, lifting the sleeves of the man in white, and a very light voice overflowed from her mouth, "On this expedition, I will calm the frontier for you, sweep away all the people who threaten you, those you can't kill, I'll kill for you, the people you can't kill, I'll cut for you, you don't want your hands to be stained with blood, I'll pave the way for you." ”

"Good!" A calm and powerful voice came out of the mouth of the man in black, "Then I will promise you a prosperous and prosperous world, and there will be no hegemony in the world." ”

"Your Highness." The man in white looked at his cold side face, "What if one day you find out about the people around you and deceive you?" ”

"Bully, behead!"

In the dark, Song Yi Huo Ran opened her eyes, the familiar furnishings came into her eyes, her tight strings loosened in vain, and Huo Ran closed her eyes again.

With her elbows on her eyes, she was quiet for a moment, she lifted the quilt, strolled up and walked to the window, pushed open the window, looked up at the half-round crescent moon under the night sky, immersed in half a sound, and whispered, "Mu Xiuhan, I have pacified the country for you, fought for six years, and now you are a high master, are you going to cure me to death?" ”

There was nothing but the howling cold wind that answered her.

The old man has returned, and he is no longer the boy he used to be.

The Jinchuan medicine given by Mu Xiuhan worked, and Song Yi walked around the next day without any doubt with ordinary people.

The day passed quickly, and the night crept in again.

It is rumored that men and women who really love each other on the day of the Qiqiao Festival, stand on the Magpie Bridge and make a sincere wish, put a glass lamp, drift with the river, as long as the lamp is not extinguished, then, the two people who make a wish will be favored by God, and grow old together.

Song Yi came to the Queqiao, and tonight, there are still many men and women who come to the Queqiao to play.

She was dressed in white, and her appearance was more beautiful than a woman, which attracted many people to look sideways.

Song Yi hadn't seen Yun Luo, and was turning around to leave, a pair of tender white and delicate little hands blindfolded her eyes, "Guess who I am?" ”

Song Yi pushed her hand away with a fan, turned around, looked at the pretty and lovely face, took a step back, and said with both hands, "County Lord, there is a difference between men and women, please forgive me." ”

A very light chuckle overflowed from in front of her, "The delicate person is in his arms, but General Song is not messing up." ”