Chang Qianfo has the habit of reading a medical book before going to bed. It's just that I'm restless today, so I turned two pages and stopped. Leaning over to extinguish the bedside lamp, I saw a shadow on the wide ground covered with a felt blanket in front of the door swaying slightly.

The door opens a line.

Mu Dianke only wore a white shirt, hugged a large buckwheat core pillow, and squeezed in through the crack in the door. At the end, he took a look at the crack in the door and carefully closed the door, as if he was a thief.

Chang Qianfo smiled.

He was actually a little distressed.

Mu Dianke's stature is tall among the women, but she has always suffered from sin, she is so thin that she looks like a small person, holding a pillow, and covering half of her body tightly so that she can't see it.

A slap face appeared above the pillow, and the chin was pointed, pitiful and cute.

Chang Qianfo raised his leg and wanted to move to the big bed, but Mu Dian was in a hurry, and hurriedly stopped him: "Don't move!" You're going to hurt again when you move, I'll go inside. ”

She handed the buckwheat pillow to Chang Qianfo, and she hunched over and climbed over him, very careful not to let herself crush him.

The summer clothes are thin, and the full curved hip line and the excessively thin waist collapse under the tight fabric, which is in stark contrast.

The waterfall of soft green silk that was originally covering her back also spread out very restlessly, swaying around her ears, and scratching the itch in Chang Qianfo's palms and neck coolly.

Chang Qianfo's throat tightened, thinking of Mo Cangcang's complaints during the day, it was indeed too hot to say anything this day.

Mu Dian didn't realize it, and lay down and snuggled over.

"Do you want to read a book again?" She asked.

Chang Qianfo has suffering in his heart and can't speak: if he can still read books, he will really be a saint.

"I don't look at it." Chang Qianfo leaned forward slightly, extinguished the desk lamp and candle, deliberately turned his body away when he lay down, towards Mu Dianke, reached out and touched her head, and said in a doting voice, "Did you have a nightmare?" ”

Mu Dianke shook his head.

"Can't sleep." She said, squeezing around him again. Afraid that his hands and feet would hurt him again, he only put a slender arm on his waist, hugged him weakly, his face was slightly cold, and he stuck to his hot neck socket, "My mind is messy, and I always think about the past." It's much more reassuring to be next to you. ”

Most of the things in the past were unpleasant, and there was no lack of tragedy.

Chang Qianfo was distressed, and turned his face slightly sideways, rubbing back and forth against the top of Mu Dianke's skull. The big hand had a moment, and a moment, straightened out the green silk that she had spread out and spread, and kept stroking it on her waist.

"Well, I can't sleep either." His voice was soft, half discussing, half coaxing, "Then the two of us talking?" ”

"Okay." Mu Dianke moved his head and responded to him.

Actually, I don't know where to start.

Most of the people who came to invade in the middle of the night were unwilling to face it, and it was not humane.

The two snuggled up to each other in silence, hearing each other's heartbeats and breathing, and feeling the warmth of each other's bodies through the clothes.

With the moon outside the window and you by your side, it's good if so.

"I think... Jin Yanchen is gone. Mu Dianke suddenly spoke.

Chang Qianfo asked her to arch her body up to the fire, which would be uncomfortable, and suddenly heard her talk about Jin Yanchen, and there was a sour taste in her heart.

It's not really annoying.

The many years of entanglement between Heng and Mu Dian and Jin Yanchen can't be erased, and he is not a chicken belly, so he has to hold on to the past.

"Hmm," he replied, his voice hoarse and deep, indicating that he was listening. Thinking about it, he was still unhappy, so he raised his hand and pinched Mu Dianke's waist.

"I remember when he used to say that he wanted to be a hero and a good man...... I have been with him all the way I have been, and I know that his wish is genuine, and I know why he is what he is today. It's not to excuse him, it's just... It's a little sad. ”

Mu Dian is really sad, otherwise he wouldn't have said this to Chang Qianfo.

It's not just her sadness.

The last trace of kinmen's surviving bloodline finally chose to embark on a road of no return: abandoning the glory of his father and ancestors, and standing on the opposite side of Wulin and even all the people of the Southern Dynasty.

Those who once worked under Kinmen and once pinned a Qingming ideal on this surname will probably be sad, right?

"Before he took this path, he must have thought about what kind of price he would pay." Chang Qianfo said: "He made a decision, and he could accept whatever the result. ”

"But it's really hard for me to accept."

Mu Dian was a little choked: "The evildoer put on the robe of justice instead, and revenge has become wrong." So what have I been doing for more than ten years? It's like a big dream, waking up to find that everything is empty and you can't catch anything...... I don't know where to go. ”

Chang Qianfo hugged Mu Dianke tightly, bowed his head and kissed her forehead.

"If you can't figure it out, let it go first." He patiently comforted, "There are many times in this life that people are powerless, and because of powerlessness, they will breed chagrin, remorse, and pain. But people always have to move forward, so they have to not dwell on it and not look back. When you've gone far enough and look back, you'll find that most of them are long gone—the ones that have bothered you so much, the years have already given the answer. ”

Mu Dianke suddenly smiled.

Chang Qianfo couldn't help asking, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"I laugh at someone, sometimes naïve like a child. But when he told me the truth, he became an old man again. ”

"Disgusted with me?" Chang Qianfo said with a laugh, and pinched her waist dissatisfiedly.

"Not really." Mu Dianke turned around to hide, and arched into his arms again, "I like the old man too, and the old child also likes it." In short, it's you, anything. ”

Chang Qianfo likes to listen to her voice the most, and the unique cold and hard texture in her voice is diluted, soft and sticky, just like pouring honey into her ears, and her heart is sweet.

He lowered his head and bit the tip of her nose: "Little ponyf." Like me, thinking about other men in my arms? I still thought I couldn't sleep, so I came to me. ”

Mu Dianke was very obedient at this time: "How can there be, I only want you." "Put your little face up, stick it like sticky candy, grind your ears and temples, and don't forget to peck on the pretended tense lips.

"Why are you angry again? …… Not what you think...... How could I be so stupid to tell you with a weak heart, well-"

Actually, it's still stupid.

Otherwise, why is he always being treated as a guest by the anti-master, and being tossed and sour, only to realize that he has been fooled again.

But, who told her to be willing?

***

Next, there are frequent major events in Beijing, all of which are natural and expected.

Mu Dianke also understands that under the current general trend, no matter what she does, it is tantamount to using her mantis arm as a car, and she can't shake Mu Cangping's plan.

There was no more news from Jin Yanchen.

Even Xu Younan, who has always been the most annoying her, didn't deliver a letter.

Mu Dian thought that they should have left for Qingzhou now, and from then on she had no news from Luoyang, and their lives and deaths were irrelevant.

She was recuperating in Zaijing Hospital, drinking a large bowl of bitter medicine every day and taking care of Chang Qianfo, who was more seriously injured.

After the flood, there were signs of an epidemic, Mo Yichan became more and more busy, and he couldn't find time to pay attention to these things in Beijing, and Mo Yuan also went out of the city, that is, Mo Cangcang came over several times a day, bringing news of the ups and downs outside.

Han Jujun was besieged in the west of the city.

Han Jujun was besieged in the south of the city.

……

No matter how many times it was blocked, it was Han Jujun who successfully escaped.

Among them, of course, the credit of martial arts people who disguised themselves in ordinary people is indispensable.

These people also did not know where to get the news, but they knew everything about the actions of the Praetorian Guard. When it came time to arrest people, the streets were full of pedestrians, cars and horses, and the Praetorian Guards were so busy that sometimes they couldn't even see the shadow of a suspect.

On the contrary, he mistakenly arrested many good people.

After many times, the Praetorian Guard, which was originally quite prestigious in the hearts of the people in the capital, not only aroused the anger of the people, but also became the laughing stock of the whole city.

These Jianghu people are like loaches that don't leave their hands, they shrink up after the chaos, and let the Praetorian Guards search people all over the city and streets, and they can't find their traces.

Thinking about it this way, the infiltration of the rivers and lakes into the capital is very terrifying.

When there was a turmoil in Jiankang City, the Dao Pavilion Lord Nan Pengye and his party arrived outside the city.

The next day, Li Mubai came north to cross the river.

On the same day, Qin Chuan led the disciples of the Qingcang faction to join the three major factions of Qiantang at the city gate.

These powerful grandmasters in the rivers and lakes all chose not to enter Beijing, and camped in the valleys or dense forests outside the city.

Jianghu people are accustomed to eating and sleeping in the open, and they climb over mountains and mountains like walking on flat ground. Even if Liu Yuan mobilized the Yongding Army outside the city to encircle and suppress them, they would have a big deal to drill into the mountains and forests, and they would come out of anywhere at will. It is impossible for the Yongding army to encircle the mountain, and once the troops are dispersed, ordinary soldiers are no match for these masters of the rivers and lakes at all.

The imperial court couldn't drive them away, but they could sneak into the imperial city quietly within an hour and enter the palace with Mu Cangping.

Liu Yuan was really a little panicked at this time.

In the eyes of Liu Yuan, the Son of Heaven, Han Jujun, a down-and-out guest who was released from death row and later fell into the grass and rivers and lakes, is an existence like an ant, and there is no difference between killing and not killing.

The Empress Dowager did not forgive, so he obeyed his grandmother's wishes, and there was no need to fight for trivial matters, and he had a reputation of unfilial piety in the world.

Who would have thought that such a small person who he couldn't look down on at all could set off such a big storm and make half of the people in the rivers and lakes come to Beijing to "petition" him.

- Rather, rebellion.