Dayan is Zong Zhengwu's father's family, mention it here, the milk doll should understand.

"Yes." He Zhongshu responded, and saw Qianwan walking towards the barracks, his back was slender and straight, with a sense of loneliness, He Zhongshu sighed, his eyes moistened, "Why bother...... After all, it's just a mediocrity. ”

General's Palace.

When he came back from the barracks, he reclined on the collapse to rest, Qianwan held a pot of tea in one hand, flipped through the military book in his hand, and secretly sighed that this mortal is still different from the gods, paying attention to deceit rather than strength crushing, no wonder mortals are about 100 years old.

What a wasted brain.

"General, Murong Gongzi is here." The butler knocked on the door, followed by a man.

"Come in." Qianwan put the military book on the low table and looked at the visitor, "I originally wanted to ask the housekeeper to look for you, but I didn't expect you to come." ”

Murong Lan smiled, "You leave tomorrow morning, I naturally want to come and see." ”

Qianwan nodded, this Murong Lan ran to the General's Mansion from time to time, and every time he brought some snacks, he had already gotten used to it, "Today, what did you bring to me?" ”

"Dragon whisker crisp, for the housekeeper, make a lot, you can stay on the road to eat." Murong Lan paused, and handed over a purse, the embroidery was delicate and vivid, but it was a flower that I didn't know for a thousand nights, "I saw that you didn't have a purse, so I simply embroidered one, and it was good to take it on the road, and thank you for taking care of me for the past two years." ”

"It's vivid, then I'll take it."

"General...... Murong Lan's apricot eyes were rippling, but he was extremely fast, "Can I ask again." ”

"What?" Qianwan shook the teapot in her hand and asked.

"If the general comes back from the battle, would he be ...... Would you like to marry me? Murong Lan clenched his sleeves, his body tensed, he looked at the woman opposite without blinking, his whole heart was hanging, he had never been so nervous, as if he was stepping on the mouth of a cliff.

Qianwan was stunned, why did this Murong Lan still think about this?

She also thought that Zong Zhengwu was coming back soon, and it was estimated that Murong Lan would not have to run to the general's mansion to wait for news.

Slowly shook his head, "I don't want to." ”

"Why?" Murong Lan's voice trembled, a little incredulous.

"I ......" Qianwan's thin lips pursed slightly, and the candlelight lined her cold face, which seemed a little unreal, "I don't want to delay you." ”

Murong Lan suddenly laughed, his expression was gloomy, and his eyes were slightly red, "Murong, I know." ”

With that, he ran out of the door.

Qianwan watched him run away with a little blindfolding, the purse in his hand was delicate and small, and the housekeeper came in with a small plate of dragon whiskers, and said suspiciously, "Eh? Didn't Murong Gongzi just say that he would come over first, why did he leave so quickly? ”

Qianwan put down the teapot and saw the dragon whisker crisp, her eyes lit up, "Take it, I'll taste it." ”

The butler immediately lifted it over, accidentally caught a glimpse of the purse, and teased, "General, but which lover gave you a token?" ”

"What?"

The housekeeper pointed to the purse with an expression of "no need to explain that everyone understands", "This purse is embroidered with heron grass, general, this son is infatuated with you enough." ”

Heron grass, I also miss you in my dreams.

Qianwan picked up the purse and glanced at it, suddenly sneered, and put it on the table, "This, let's put it in the study first." ”

Regardless of whether this Murong Lan is sincere or fake now, what he once missed, discarded, and disdained will never be recovered.

She...... It's not Liu Qianwan.