After listening to Yang Ruilin's words, Le Ping felt cold.

She could hear the indifference in Yang Ruilin's voice, and this indifference with Yang Ruilin was stunned. For a long time, Yang Ruilin gave Le Ping the feeling of being like a dried flower in a purse, hanging it on her waist when you need it, or even putting it next to her pillow, it doesn't matter if you don't need it, she can take it with you, but now someone told her that the light yellow, lightly scented small flower bones are picked from the rhizome with spikes.

Sad about the fate of Beide Town, worried about the situation of Huo Qingniang and Aunt Lin, and a trace of self-doubt to participate, she has always known that she is too dependent on the people around her, and she habitually regards their pampering as normal.

It didn't matter, after all, Leping was still a sixteen-year-old, at least now she understood that she had to know what to do.

"It's really useless." After a long time, Le Ping replied.

Across the door, Yang Ruilin shook his head: "When you calm down, tell me what you have done these days, you have known each other for a few years, you can also be considered friends, you can talk to each other." ”

"Well, wait a minute."

Le Ping should come down, even though she didn't know how to talk about herself.

"You've changed a lot, Apple. I may not be aware of it, but I can feel your ......."

Yang Ruilin was talking, but Le Ping was a little in a trance.

She didn't know what she wanted, so she chose a place close to her brother Li Ransheng, probably because she wanted to see her brother, and she also thought that she would grow up and help if she could.

No matter what, she was also the daughter of the national teacher in her name.

Le Ping smiled and touched her face, only to find that her face was also cold.

*

Lefu.

Bai Xiuwen took a sip of white tea, swallowed the warm hot tea, and the slightly sweet taste seemed to be hesitant with He Yi's shadow.

White tea is what He Yi likes.

Sometimes Bai Xiuwen thinks about how to sit upright and talk elegantly, so that she can become a dignified and atmospheric lady of Yuefu like He Yi.

But she felt that she couldn't do it, and after she became Le Qusen's concubine, she read a lot of books and gradually became a little more enlightened.

The reason why Le Qusen cares so much about He Yi is because He Yi is dead.

Bai Xiuwen thinks so.

Many poets also miss something, all because they can't get it. Despite reading some books, her thoughts are still mixed with personal emotions.

Bai Xiuwen "snorted" and muttered, "Not satisfied." ”

Riots broke out in the neighboring countries in the north, and a small number of people fled and dragged their families to the country, and at the same time there were small-scale conflicts.

In Luoyang, Bai Xiuwen didn't feel scared or panicked.

If there is a real fight, the war will not spread here so quickly, and when the fight is here, it is estimated that they will be ready to run away.

"Catch Ming'er to be a new ......" Bai Xiuwen said something to the side while putting down the teacup, and suddenly remembered that she was the only one drinking tea now.

Her unconscionable son, Lebi, would not accompany her to tea.

The maid who was waiting on the side thought that Bai Xiuwen was going to give something, so she got closer, but saw Bai Xiuwen waving her hand and said, "Don't eat it, the dim sum is getting more and more difficult to chew." ”

After all, Bai Xiuwen wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, which was a little more cheesy.

The illness came like a mountain, and the emperor of the kingdom of Cao was lying on the dragon bed, looking good.

Earlier, the crown prince and the other princes thought that their father was faking illness...... As time passed, His Majesty the Emperor described it as withered, but his eyes were still closed to the sun and moon in the sky.

Yan Danren often visited the palace.

He hoped that his father would die, but he was a little unspeakable.

If he relied on swords and guns, and on soldiers, Yan Danren didn't feel that he would definitely lose to other brothers, so he didn't mind exchanging war for everything. But blood relatives, in the end, will ponder, Yan Dan people think that they do not have cold-blooded poles.

"The glory of the queen mother is all pinned on your two brothers." The queen, the biological mother of the Yan Danren, could not wait and was too excited, she often forgot her identity, ordered the palace ladies to retreat, and walked alone in the corridor, step by step, as if she had reached some unattainable extravagance.

She probably hates someone.

"Mother, your glory is only yours." Yan Danren turned his head to look at the corner and replied softly.

The mother and son didn't look at anyone, and each insisted on a word.

"The retainers retired."

The stern man saluted in a proper manner.

*

Le Ping never expected to meet Cheng San in the barracks.

The living Cheng San.

Cheng San was gray-headed, with one limp foot and two blank eyes. He inadvertently swept to Le Ping, who was wandering, his pupils shrunk, a dim light flashed, and then he was a little dazed, his lips sobbed, and he didn't know whether to shout or not.

After three steps and a doze, he slowly leaned forward until Le Ping turned her gaze to him as well.

Le Ping has become more delicate, her skin is whiter than before, and her clothes are much more exquisite, although she doesn't wear a skirt, and a few small objects are decorated on her head and belt, but she also has a kind of beautiful style.

And Cheng San is like a beggar in distress.

Le Ping didn't recognize Cheng San for a while, she just thought she was a soldier who was greedy for women, ignored it, and took two steps, but saw that the dirty beggar soldier was still following, so she was going to scold her.

"Owe?" Le Ping asked, her fierce style resembling that of the left and right.

"Eat...... Eat apples......" Cheng San was faintly depressed, and he didn't even dare to look directly at the aristocratic lady in front of him.

In the following time, Le Ping relied on the convenience of her brother Li Ransheng to take Cheng San to wash up, change into comfortable clothes, and have lunch.

During this time, Cheng San wanted to say something, but Le Ping just made a silent gesture and stuck everything in Beide Town in his throat.

She was too calm, even indifferent, and there was a dramatic difference from the subtle little fairy in Cheng San's memory.

But Cheng San still likes her.

He liked her in the most pure way.

After dressing up, Cheng San had the courage to face Le Ping.

Le Ping put one hand on her cheek and motioned for Cheng San to sit down.

Cheng San was slightly restrained and sat carefully on the edge of his chair.

Cheng San is not the babbling mud boy anymore.

"Cheng San, besides you, who else is alive in Beide Town?"

Her back was straight, and she looked nonchalantly out the window.

On the edge of the window, I don't know when a wild flower hangs, pale yellow withered flower bones.

Yang Ruilin is outside.

"Aunt Qing Niang is very injured...... Aunt Lin stayed in Beide Town...... There are a lot of villains in North Germany...... I don't know how they are doing...... big brother"

"Cheng San, drink some water." Le Ping poured him a cup of tea. Her hands were shaking, and a few drops of tea were splashing.

Yang Ruilin outside the window leaned against the wall and silently closed his eyes.

I don't know if this calming fragrance of flowers is still useful.

The window slammed shut, and the startled Yang Ruilin jumped.

Cheng San could be vaguely heard asking, "What's the matter...... Finish? ”

"It's a little noisy, close the window and be quiet." Leping replied.