"How? Does it breathe smoothly when you put it on? Is the frenulum hidden behind the head tight? Will it be uncomfortable? ”

He wears a mask, but he is not handsome, but a little more mysterious.

Seeing his daze and cute appearance, she covered her mouth and snickered. "Forgetfulness?"

"Huh?" Forget?

He couldn't believe that she had just called his name, and that call was pleasant to the ear, and he vaguely heard some true feelings.

He was overwhelmed, but he was pleasantly surprised. "Can I call you by name?"

"Jingyu? Or is it a whisper? ”

"Yu'er? Can I call you Yu'er? With such an affectionate title, will the lover around her agree?

He was afraid, he was afraid that they would know his purpose, he was inferior, they were all so good, powerful and powerful, and he only had an empty shell of the Marquis of Anguo and a title with no real power.

"I'll call you Jingyu." In the future, one day he will stand beside her in the bright light, put his arms around her, and call her affectionately.

"Hmm." She replied softly, lowered her head and continued to sew the mask. Just now, he was shy and happy for a while, frowned for a while, and his expression changed several times, probably because he was struggling in his heart.

It's hard for him to stay in Ganye Temple for ten years, get used to the temple's cultivation life, come back for only a month, no relatives and friends around, must be very lonely!

"Forget nothing, come and sit more when you have time, except for a few fiancés, I don't have any relatives and friends in Kyoto."

"Huh?" I couldn't believe that she would say these words to herself, and she was stunned for three seconds, looking at her big watery eyes, clear and smart, as if they would suck people into her whirlpool, and her own thoughts were also seen through by her.

"Good!" At this moment, he doesn't want to escape, no matter what difficulties he encounters, he should face it head-on and not panic and not retreat in case of trouble.

"Little master, General Shen's letter has arrived." Wei Ming came in with a letter and glanced at Forget Wu with an expressionless face.

didn't expect him to leave for a while, and this forgetfulness came to Le'an Mansion again.

Hum! Bald donkey!

Wei Ming will never admit that he is jealous of his beauty, the little master is not the kind of person who only likes the beauty of the skin and does not care about the merits of his character, well, he believes in the little master.

"This is the third letter, when will Brother Shen come back." An Jingyu was a little disappointed and lonely, I really don't know how long I can last, thousands of miles apart, can their relationship really change a point across thousands of miles? She didn't dare to guarantee it, because she was slowly adjusting to life without him.

Sure enough, habit is the scariest thing!

In the past, I could adapt to him by my side, care about myself, and love myself.

Now I can also adjust to the fact that he is not by my side......

The envelope in her hand was crumpled, and her eyes were so sad that her eyes were shining with tears, but she persisted in not falling. "I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well, so I'll go back without you!"

She gave the order to evict the customer, and regardless of her reaction, she trotted away with an envelope in one hand and a skirt in the other.

"Jingyu—" He stood up to keep her, or more to comfort her.

General Shen that Wei Ming said just now, he knew that person was a lover she loved, and he went to the northwest border pass a few months ago and went to the battlefield to kill the enemy, she must miss it very much!

I can't help but show my true feelings in front of him! If only she could miss him like that.

"Childe, go back!" Mu Sheng packed up a few sewn masks and persuaded the daze to leave quickly.

He didn't understand how Gongzi liked to come to Le'an Mansion, although the county lord of Le'an was talented, but there were rumors about her outside, and her reputation was not good.

Forgetting to retract his nostalgic gaze, he reluctantly followed Mu Sheng out of Le'an Mansion and went up to the carriage warmed by the charcoal fire.

"Drive—" The sound of the coachman driving sounded outside the carriage, and then the wheels of the carriage turned, and the sound of grinding on the snow made a gurgling sound.

"Mu Sheng, do you have anyone you like?"

In the carriage, an ethereal and pleasant sound sounded.

"Huh? I...... No no. Childe you? Mu Sheng, who was busy adding charcoal, almost dropped the charcoal he picked up outside the stove when he heard Childe's question.

"If a woman misses her lover thousands of miles away and is sad and depressed, how can you make her happy?"

Forgetting to lean on the corner of the car, it is quite decadent. He looked out the window, and all he could see was the cold wind howling and the snowflakes flying......

Le'an Mansion –

"Little master, don't be sad." Yan Huan chased into the room and saw her lying on the bed, crying.

"I ...... Woowoo...... Huan, I'm so scared...... I'm afraid he doesn't like me anymore, if he meets another woman there...... I'm so scared of me...... Woowoo...... I'm afraid I'll forget about him......"

She lifted her little face full of tears, and Yan Huan took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears.

"Don't think nonsense, no, General Shen is very trustworthy, besides, you are the only woman he loves, he will remember you. Maybe he'll be back in a little while, relax. ”

"I know...... But I'm just sad right now......"

An Jingyu's face was pear-bearing and rainy, so pitiful, which made Yan Huan feel distressed. She lay on his stomach and cried, he lifted her little face, slowly approached, kissed her forehead, then eyes, then face, licking her tears.

"Little master, I'm sad for you and I'm sad, don't cry for me and everyone, okay? Cry again, I'll let Wei Ming come in and eat your tears. ”

"No~ That's embarrassing...... Huan ...... I don't cry anymore...... Okay? ”

She pursed her lips and looked aggrieved. Thinking of the tears on his face just now, he felt so embarrassed that she blushed with shame.

"Huan......" She hugged his slender waist and looked up and smiled at him.

"Yu'er, you have to believe him, he can overcome the difficulties of the past few years, and he will definitely be victorious this time!"

"But...... I'm worried about him, now that there is an epidemic, he is in danger at the border, what if something happens? An Jingyu left Yan Huan's embrace, looked for the letter on the bed, and was crumpled and thrown in the corner. When she took it apart, it was still a familiar word.

My lovely words:

How happy I am that my thoughts about you can reach you smoothly with this letter, so that we can be reunited thousands of miles apart.

This letter is our third letter, we have been apart for almost four months, I miss you so much, day and night, you must miss me too! But I hope you don't miss you like I do, it's too bitter, you should enjoy it, I'm sure they'll take care of you.

Because they love you as much as I do!

Everything is going well at the border, don't miss me!

Wait for me to triumph!

Dress you in a wedding dress!

……

"Brother Shen......" Tears fell again, her nasal cavity was sour, she couldn't control the emotions gushing out of her heart, she needed to vent it.

Shen Lifeng went to the border and never came back once for a few months, and Xiao Yi also went to the southern epidemic area, she only prayed that they would come back safely, and she didn't dare to think about anything else.

"Write back to him!" Yan Huan silently wiped her tears.

"Hmm.

Yan Huan used high-quality ink strips to grind black ink in the inkstone, and his movements were gentle and elegant, without a drop splashing out.

An Jingyu sat at the desk, holding a thin brush with slender jade fingers, dipped in ink, and gently wrote the first word on the white and smooth rice paper.

In addition to writing two sentences of her longing for Shen Lifeng, the full sheet of paper also wrote the real situation of the epidemic in the south and the specific matters of how to fight the epidemic, so that he could pay attention to rest, don't be tired of himself, and admonish him to stay in the green mountains and not be afraid of no firewood.

……

After late at night, Zhongli Huasen finally returned to Le'an Mansion before An Jingyu went to bed, and she served him to change his clothes for a rare time, uncrowned his hair, and used an ivory comb to gently comb his silky black hair.

"Why is your face so ugly? Is it cold? From the reflection in the glass mirror, she saw that his face was gloomy and sad.

"Sorry to worry you." He came back from his thoughts and saw that she was staring at herself in the mirror, and her face was indeed a little ugly.

He turned around and patted the back of her hand gently. "It's okay, I'm not cold. It is today's Manchu Dynasty civil and military forces that forced my imperial brother to write an edict. ”

"Huh? How can that be? What does this natural disaster have to do with the emperor? complained about everything, and the imperial court also actively responded to the disaster after the disaster. ”

An Jingyu was extremely angry, and felt that the Manchu ministers asked the emperor to write an edict of guilt as a manifestation of superstition, incompetence, and ignorance.

It is probably because they believe that natural disasters come from man-made disasters, that the emperor's policies have been wrong, or that there are problems with personal morality, words and deeds, which make the gods angry, and God is furious, and warns the imperial court, or punishes the ruler.

So the ministers presented a recital to the emperor, suggesting that the emperor follow the trend, make a review, reflect on it, comfort the people, and calm public opinion.

At this time, the emperor will issue an edict to review the people of the whole country. However, it is not enough to just make gestures, but also to take practical actions, such as granting amnesty to the world, stopping the construction of buildings and halls, reducing taxes, and dealing with a few officials with a bad reputation and great public anger.

"This is the fourth time, the first three times I have written, if I still write this time, I'm afraid it will ......" Zhongli Huasen didn't expect that this year's Zhongli Congress would be full of disasters, but no matter how difficult it was, he didn't think about launching her to take the blame.

That's right! Today, many ministers have proposed to sacrifice people to the heavens, so that the heavens can calm their anger and withdraw the heavenly punishment of Zhong Liguo.

Of course, he didn't want others to insult her so much, so at that time, he was about to draw his sword to face each other, or the imperial brother coughed suddenly and pulled him back, so he didn't let the hall see blood and leave a handle for the bad guys.

"Zhongli, if you don't be ruthless, you can't stand! You must take the opportunity to eradicate the scourge that threatens the court. An Jingyu thought of those ministers bullying Emperor Kang Zheng like this, and she was annoyed, he was her eldest brother.

She naturally wants to protect him, and this matter was not caused by his mistake in the first place, there are natural disasters every year, this year is not a flood, next year is an insect plague, and whoever is the emperor is like this, the only difference is how to provide disaster relief after the disaster, some may be greedy for pleasure, ignore the government and politics, ignore the life and death of the Li people, and have no country and no home in their hearts.

And some will do their best to rescue the people, and even go to the battlefield, go to the disaster area, live and eat with the common people, without the pampering of the superiors, without domineering, superior to others.

She believes that Emperor Kang Zheng is by no means the kind of selfish emperor, he has been sick all the year round, coughing and vomiting blood, enduring the torture of illness, and still sticking to his heart, even if he can't be an emperor through the ages, he will not be a sinner tyrant who harms the court and the people.

"Ruthless?" He thought about it and repeated the word "ruthless".

"yes, I see. Yu'er, you have to believe us, no matter what you say or do outside, don't listen to it, you are the best in our hearts. Thinking that tomorrow Kyoto will be full of wind and rain because of the sacrifice to the sky, and she will also know that Zhongli Huasen couldn't help but feel sad.

Obviously, she is so good, so kind, so kind, but the outside world targets her everywhere.

They don't know how many priceless treasures she has contributed to benefit the country and the people, but she can leave her name for thousands of years, be respected and loved by generations of people, and even learn from her spirit of selfless contribution and great ideas for the country and the people.

But he can't tell the world at this time that he doesn't have enough ability to protect her, once the secret is made public, I don't know how many people and how many countries will compete for her, or even kill her, I would rather everyone not get it, and let her contribute to Zhong Liguo and benefit the people.

He trusts her 100% that she is the goddess in Xiao Yi's mouth, the goddess who benefits the people, and she is by no means a plague god and demon girl!

If the group of old ministers insisted on sacrificing her to heaven tomorrow, he would cut off their heads one by one to see if they dared to make noise to worship the sky.

But fortunately, Xiao Yi gave him something precious before leaving, which was a magic weapon to protect her, but once she took it out to prove that she was a goddess, it would be equivalent to letting other countries know about it, and maybe they would also covet her name as a goddess and run to fight for her.

"Well, I know, I will take care of my emotions, I won't think cranky, I don't listen to what others say, I only listen to you, I only have you, I can only trust you."

An Jingyu thought that he had figured out how to deal with the old ministers who were against him tomorrow, but she didn't know that he was thinking about those old ministers making a fuss about taking her to the sky, otherwise she would have to jump up and go to the house to get a meat chopping knife to go to the house of those old ministers, and perform a wonderful scene of cutting watermelons with a big knife.

Yes! You said that Zhongli doesn't have watermelons, it doesn't matter, it's okay to have winter melons.

……

Early the next morning, An Jingyu woke up a little, reached out and touched the bed next to her, and found that it was cold after leaving the bed.

She felt sorry for Zhongli Huasen's cold winter and getting up before dawn, going to the annoying early dynasty, being an official is not so comfortable, the world only sees their glamorous side, but they don't know the sadness behind it, and they have to work more than ten times harder than ordinary people.

She wanted to continue to sleep in the cage, but she heard a noise outside, and it was getting louder and louder, and the noise hurt her ears.

"Ah Huan—"

She called, but there was no response, and she began to feel anxious, and the next second reminded her of the days when she just left the Red Mansion, and there were many people making noise outside the mansion, but that was when people were just curious about her, the newly baked county lord of Le'an, but what was going on today?

She listened patiently and carefully, and vaguely heard the words of the plague god, the banshee, and the sacrifice to the sky.

made her heart chuckle, and a sentence instantly appeared in her mind, "I am the banshee in their mouths, and they want to sacrifice me to the sky."

"Ah Huan! Huan—"

She screamed, saw that no one answered her, and despite her lack of coat and shoes, she rushed out of bed, stepped on the cold floor, and ran towards the door.

"Little Lord!" Yan Huan just opened the door, and standing at the door, he saw her looking depressed, thinly dressed, without shoes, shivering with cold, which made him both frightened and distressed.

"Why are you so stupid? I didn't wear clothes and shoes on the ground on a cold day, and there was a charcoal fire in the house, no matter how warm it was, it wasn't a summer heat, so I was careful to catch a cold. Please, little lord, take care of yourselves, and don't let us worry. ”

Yan Huan was so angry that he wanted to scold her and beat her, but when he saw her crying and pitiful appearance, he was reluctant to teach her a lesson.

He quickly put her on his shoulder, although rude but efficient, and gently put her on the bed as quickly as possible, and then wrapped her in a silk quilt, which was impermeable to the wind, like wrapping a rice dumpling.

"Woooooooooo......oo Are they going to sacrifice me to heaven? Huan, I'm so scared, I'm so scared......"