That night, Jiang Yan lay on the soft big bed, tossing and turning. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He simply turned on the bed lamp, pillowed his arms, and looked out the window.

Even in the middle of the night, the heavy black curtains can't hide the flickering neon lights, which represent the cheerful colors of the city, day and night.

Jiang Yan got up, opened the curtains, leaned against the balcony, his ears were whistling by the sound of car motors and whistles, and his eyes were full of colors.

The time can be regarded as late autumn, but there is no difference between autumn and summer in Jiangcheng, and the most famous sentence is that Jiangcheng only has summer and winter, not spring and autumn.

However, in the middle of the night at this time, the light breeze was blowing on his body, and Jiang Yan, who was wearing a thin shirt, couldn't help but feel a chill.

The chill is chilling and the heart is cold.

Chen Hai's words were imprinted in his mind word for word, like an unstoppable echo in an empty large room, echoing all the time.

The right door?

What is unpredictable?

Shape up or ship out!

Chen Hai has been immersed in officialdom for decades, and every word he says seems to be full of deep meaning, but Jiang Yan can't fully understand it.

The conversation that leaned away from the table seemed to be a warning, and there was a faint hint of warning.

And when he came back, I don't know if it was Jiang Yan's illusion, but Chen Hai's words seemed to have some appreciation for him.

The last words of the separation were more like the pure teaching of the elders to the juniors, and there were even some expectations in the eyes that Jiang Yan did not dare to look at directly.

He took out his mobile phone, subconsciously flipped to Chen Hai's name, and once again checked the resume of this middle-aged man who had been smooth sailing in his career.

The resume is simple and clear, and every line of small print records Chen Hai's promotion, which is simple but not simple.

Jiang Yan looked directly at the end, the column that belonged to the relationship between the characters, although there was no shallow name, but in the wife, there was a name named Yang Quan.

There is no doubt that Yang Quan is Chen Hai's wife and a shallow mother.

Yang Quan's name was displayed in black, proving that there was no information about her, Jiang Yan put his finger on it, and even counted the points, even if he searched after copying, there was no result.

Maybe this is an ordinary housewife, an ordinary woman, and the only aura is probably Chen Hai's wife, so she is unknown.

Of course, there is also a possibility that the woman's identity and status are even higher than Chen Hai, and even the search engine is deliberately blocked.

In Jiang Yan's opinion, he thinks it is more likely to be the latter, a woman who can give birth to a daughter like Tilt Shallow will be simple, where is it ordinary?

Although in his heart, he prefers the former.

A Chen Hai made him toss and turn, unable to sleep, and even had a headache that wanted to explode, if there was another powerful woman......

That scene, Jiang Yan felt terrible just thinking about it.

It's just that Chen Hai entered the official career at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and he rose step by step along the way, and it seems that he got married at the age of twenty.

Yang Quan was able to marry him at that time, and she must not be an ordinary woman.

Chen Hai seems to have a bit of an obsession with the right door in his bones, maybe it also comes from this?

The more Jiang Yan thought about it, the more he felt that he had no clue, but he had one knot after another in his heart.

He sighed heavily, looked up, and looked into the distance.

His gaze flickered, and he stopped suddenly, but he saw a tall tower among the continuous black distant mountains.

The sky in the distance was as black as ink, and it was like a black curtain falling from the sky, and the tower stood in the middle of the black curtain, slowly releasing its radiant brilliance.

The tower has six or seven floors, the whole body is golden, at a glance, in the black canopy, like the kingdom of God.

Jiang Yan thought about it and quickly recognized the origin of the tower.

This tower seems to be the landmark building of Jiangcheng, throughout the ages, many literati and scholars have climbed the tower to inscribe poems, leaving a lot of eternal swan songs, leaving their own strong colors in the long river of history.

Although this tower has been famous for a long time, Jiang Yan has never been there, and at this time, looking at this tower with lights up and down the body, coupled with the rolling black mountains that do not know the distance, his heart has inexplicably settled down.

Just like he said to Chen Hai, after being reborn, he has already crossed countless mountains and rivers in order to get to where he is today.

No matter how steep and rugged this last mountain is, no matter how turbulent and terrifying this last river is, it will not scare him back, and it will not be difficult for him.

What's more, compared to overthrowing the Zeng family, for Zeng Jun's revenge, Chen Hai is just a hill on the way, at most there are some bumps and thorns, boldly move forward, and split it.

Thinking about this, Jiang Yan only felt that the whole person suddenly became enlightened, and with it, there was a deep sleep.

So he fell asleep in bed, and this night was also rare and sweet.

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The next day, Jiang Yan slowly opened his eyes.

Although he didn't have an alarm clock and slept late, he felt full of energy, as if he had endless strength.

It is said that human sleep is divided into deep sleep and light sleep, such as half-drunk and half-awake and dreaming, all of which belong to light sleep.

Scientifically speaking, light sleep is not sleep, and the whole person does not get rest, and sometimes, a nightmare in sleep is far more terrible than doing.

7,8 hours of light sleep, scientifically not even comparable to an hour of deep sleep.

It is rumored that the French emperor Napoleon slept only 4,5 hours a day, while the great inventor Albert Einstein slept only 3 hours a day.

In the past, Jiang Yan absolutely didn't believe it, but at this time, he faintly felt that it was a little possible.

Napoleon and Einstein are both world celebrities, and Jiang Yan naturally has no comparison, but in the virtual world of Mandate of Heaven, he is a well-deserved king.

Breakfast was a sandwich, fried egg and hot milk, and the sandwich was a piece of bread that Ehiko bought at the supermarket, with blueberry jam, butter and honey, which was convenient and convenient.

As for hot milk, it is simple and crude to pour the boxed milk into a cup and heat it directly in the microwave.

The only thing that is a little troublesome is fried eggs, especially the kind that is half-cooked and likes to eat half-baked, which is even more of a challenge for Jiang Yan.

Fry the eggs on both sides until they are golden brown and shiny, and the golden yolk flowing in the middle is faintly visible, which is very attractive.

Unceremoniously knocked on the door to wake up the tant, Jiang Yan quickly finished breakfast, returned to the room, put on his helmet, and logged into the game.

The whole person appeared in Silvermoon City, and as soon as he went online, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves in his ears, and the earthquake trembled, as if a torrent of steel was being mobilized.

Although the Silver Moon City was also a little chaotic and noisy in the past, it was still quiet and peaceful in its bones, but at this time, it seemed a little chaotic.

Hordes of NPC guards armed with guns and swords run to and from the shouts of some officers.

Some high-ranking knights on tall horses were mixed in, some carried golden spears, some waved various flags in their hands, and some held high various bright banners.

PS: There is one more chapter, probably around 3-4 o'clock.