It stands to reason that they have a day's time to discuss what other reliable methods can be come up with. However, some problems do not mean that if you are given enough time, you will definitely be able to figure out a solution. Of course, it may also be that it is not long enough.

Bai Ya hadn't had a good rest for a long time, he just leaned back, and as soon as he touched the pillow, the whole person was "unconscious". Liu Shenghan couldn't wake him up, so he complained: He is still the same virtue as before.

"These days, Bai Shaoxia has really worked a lot. Later, if I have time, I will tell you slowly. In the past dozens of days, how has Miss Jun been doing in Wuguo? ”

"Whew, that's it......"

The two girls chatted casually. It didn't take long for Aoyan to start yawning as well. Besides, it is a little unreasonable to ask people to stay energetic the next day. They don't do this less, but they can't do it all the time. Liu Shenghan felt that it was just that, so he persuaded Aoyan to rest for a while. She went back to her room, closed her eyes and squinted.

Aoyan had a brief dream.

She held the familiar Mo knife and stood on the familiar battlefield. She still looks like a child...... Is it a memory? She couldn't remember. After all, as a child, she was always hovering on the edge of the battlefield. Jun Aoyan suddenly realized that in the short time she lived with her father, she had almost never dreamed again.

She shouldn't be involved in the war...... At least at this age in the dream, it shouldn't.

But here she was, always filled with the cacophony of shrill human voices, weapons, and the neighing of horses. These voices never stop for a moment, and they are always accompanied by the smoke of gunfire. Where there is war, the sky is always black, and thick smoke will fill every corner of the battlefield, squeezing out the hidden, clean things in a person's heart and lungs. People on the battlefield have no humanity – even if they are driven to the battlefield by something called humanity.

People always have to get rid of a lot of ...... And in the behavior of different purposes and such a consistent process, he picks up some things that belong to him and do not belong to himself. Aoyan can see herself, see her small figure, and she follows her like a ghost behind her, her eyes always staying on her childhood self. Xiao Aoyan in the dream felt a headache, she held the knife, and shuttled between the sword light and sword shadows at a loss.

Every step she took was light, so light that she could only leave thin footprints on the muddy sand. The damp soil was squeezed out with a pale layer of red blood, which slowly seeped back into the squeezed earth. Whose territory is this? The soldiers must have known, deeply aware. But Aoyan didn't know anything. Whether it's when she's young or now.

She only felt the blood burning in her veins.

The sound of the trumpets was harsh, the howl of the charge was inexplicable, and the beating of the drums of war only provoked a burst of distraction. These things...... These morale-boosting things seemed so redundant to her ears.

She only cared about the killing itself, and always did.

"I" is different. It's not normal to be different.

She lied to Yoo Shenghan, and she realized. But he was too skilled in saying those words, so he didn't show a flaw. Only she clearly remembers that the joy of reunion after a long absence was quickly worn out by time, and the style of the older generation, which focused on education, once again occupied her ears. She knew that if she wanted to find her father and make him safe, even if there was blood in her veins that was completely different from her own, the long-term eagerness, anxiety, restlessness, and anticipation before this were all real. It's just that after that, the tireless preaching is also true.

They quarreled, though only once. The rest of the time is enough to stay out of the subject—these are special times, and the more heroic and good you fight, the greater the hope of survival. If it weren't for these things supporting her, she wouldn't even live and wouldn't have come to the front of Jun Chaojiu. How did he come up with that set of arguments again? The old thing is really stubborn.

She was a little disappointed. She wanted to prove something—to prove that this eagerness for battle is always beneficial.

But her father actually preferred that she didn't have this eagerness, that she didn't get this benefit, that she didn't need to come to herself.

It's not that Jun Chaojiu really told her, but she is not stupid and can feel it. Father and daughter sang about wine all night, and she could really drink the old stuff into a daze. Ao Yan also remembered that he was not awake at that time, but when he woke up the next day, his mind was full of his old father's drunken nonsense. is not excited, nor is she complaining, but the inexplicable worry and sorrow are lingering in her heart, lingering, and lingering. She was sure that it was definitely not an auditory hallucination from her own drinking.

She's not normal—but her father wants her to be normal. What is normal? Is it in front of the gate of the country of Wuguo, and then turn around and retreat in the face of the tall guards? Was it when he stepped on the chaotic maze of the Nine Heavens Kingdom at the first step, did he immediately dismiss the idea of looking for relatives? Or when he was entrusted with a heavy task by the imperial court...... No, it was that it would not be played to the court in the first place, that it was that it was retreating when it heard those long-lasting gossips, and that it was a quiet and fulfilling life of boring and boring...... In remorse?

In remorse?

This is what a normal person looks like?

Is it the appearance of Jun Chaojiu who wants her to be?

At that time, she couldn't remember how she picked up the heavy Mo knife and how she split the armored and heavily armed war horse in two. I don't know if I can do it now. It should be ok...... The power of impulse alone was not enough to sustain her long-term enthusiasm. Or is this impulse always buried in the depths of one's soul?

In fact, my father didn't want to let himself go with Bai Ya and them...... She knows. But soldiers, Jianghu people, pay attention to the same word. Jun Chaojiu doesn't want her to be an ordinary person who can hide in peace without any burden in order to protect herself. Of course Ao Yan is not, it is better to say that the general does not want his daughter to become this kind of person. But loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness are things that are tied together, how can he teach himself to separate them?

The self in the dream is so young.

Mo knife is so heavy.

The flames of war are fueled by blood, pulling out a red-hot curtain. Figures shuttled back and forth among them, some rushing forward, others falling. She didn't know anything, she just knew that it was a dream, and that the dream would eventually wake up.

She felt hot......

The noisy voices did not let go of themselves even in a half-dream, half-awake, and the heat wave brought by the flames was suspiciously real. Jun Aoyan opened his eyes in a daze, got up from the bed board and looked outside the house, and found that it was still a gray, smoke-filled sky.

She was in good spirits.

She immediately rolled out of bed, hurriedly hooked up her shoes, grabbed a knife and rushed out the door. Liu Shenghan was not in the room, she casually pushed open Bai Ya's door and found that he was not there. It was hot here, and she didn't run two steps before she sweated, as if she was back in summer. As soon as she rushed downstairs, she found countless guards and palace maids hurriedly carrying buckets of water, noisily running in one direction. The scene was chaotic, and she looked anxiously in the direction they were running. It wasn't far from me, and the smoke was billowing from it.

- It is the queen mother's bedroom.

A clumsy little maid carried a heavy bucket of water, most of the water had been spilled, and the slippery ground made her fall in the mud. She wiped her face and cried to her feet. Jun Aoyan picked her up like a chick.

"What's wrong?! What happened? ”

"It's on fire!" She snorted and shouted, "The Queen Mother's bedroom is on fire...... Woo, the Queen Mother, the Queen Mother is still inside, everyone has to put out the fire. Woo woo, the national teacher, the national teacher hasn't ...... yet"

"Where is Your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty was stopped, and she was going to rush in...... Woowoo woo ......"

The reality was much more stressful than the dream, should she be glad that the turn was less abrupt? She didn't know. Ao Yan let go of her hand, and the little palace maid picked up the bucket, turned back and fetched water again. She ran all the way over, feeling the hot air make the metal in her hands start to burn, I wonder if it was an illusion.

Jun Aoyan ran to the vicinity of the dormitory and saw Bai Ya's figure in the bustling crowd. He probably just woke up and rushed over there. Liu Shenghan was at the front, she probed her brain a little anxiously, but it was not easy to get close. She was stopped outside by the guards, and next to her was His Majesty Qiu Weiyu, who was still crying.

She must see her mother. It's really hard for her, she's clearly still young. Aoyan's gaze immediately turned back to Bai Ya, and found that he had stepped sideways on the palace wall, flying over the heads of the crowd with skillful light skills. Like a nimble black swallow, he swept over the heads of the guards, broke through the billowing black smoke, and got into the queen mother's bedroom. He was so fast, with wings, that people didn't even see what it was, and flashed into the dangerous forbidden place.

"Chills!" She shouted.

Liu Shenghan, who was originally coaxing His Majesty, immediately turned around and took two steps in her direction. Jun Aoyan squeezed in front of her along the crowd and pulled her to the other side of the slightly sparse crowd.

"It was just ...... Old white? He—He just rushed in? ”

"It should be...... It's too fast, I don't see it clearly. Liu Shenghan frowned. The firelight illuminated her normally bloodless face a warm red.

Jun Aoyan looked at the location of the fire, and his brows were also furrowed.

"How could it suddenly catch fire......

"Perhaps, it was the negligence of the palace maid. Coal was splashed onto the wood. ”

"But, look at this fire—" Ao Yan was rarely so calm, "it didn't burn directly from the Queen Mother's room. ”

As she spoke, she suddenly saw a black shadow burst out of the window. People were stunned at first, and then immediately flocked to it. Bai Ya succeeded, and he risked his life to save the sleeping Queen Mother from the fire. As soon as he put the Queen Mother down, there was another mess there, and some people hurriedly surrounded him, and so did His Majesty. They gathered around the Queen Mother, ready to carry her elsewhere. Bai Ya turned around, took advantage of the chaos to squeeze out of the crowd, and turned in the direction of the two girls who were about to walk towards him.

With ash on his face, he strode up and slapped away the fire that had ignited in one of his arms.

Liu Shenghan just stepped forward, but he viciously lifted it away.

Bai Ya pushed hard against her left shoulder, her center of gravity was unstable, and she fell backwards. In astonishment, Jun Aoyan immediately held on to Sheng Han, looking inexplicable. She looked at Bai Ya incredulously and exclaimed:

"Are you crazy?!"

Bai Ya spat and ignored her, his eyes staring at Liu Shenghan.

"You set the fire?"

Liu Shenghan grinned slowly, like a cold fire spreading around his lips.