Time runs with teeth and claws, and time escapes from death and life. In the busy training and apprenticeship, a few days passed in a flash.

The apprentice was very perceptive and perceptive in people's hearts, and he trained the three men I had assigned to him one after another with astonishing speed, so that I could not help but sigh. If it is really blue, it is better than blue.

I've been struggling with myself these days, and it's just an excuse to be busy and can't get out, and I'm still afraid to see him, so I have to keep running away.

However, there was a voice in the bottom of my heart that kept shouting: "Go and see him, even from a distance." For a period of time, it became more and more intense, I really couldn't bear it, so I had a day of leisure to find a hidden place to sit in the restaurant opposite Luanqi Pavilion, and poured the wine glass one by one, although my eyes seemed to have been falling on the busy market not far away, in fact, I swept towards the door of the inn as if I was nothing, secretly looking forward to capturing the shadow of the day and night dream. However, by chance, from the sunrise to the twilight, the wine continued to drink glass after glass, but I still failed to do so, so I had to sigh silently, get up and check out and leave. I thought about it again, this is the saying "fate is inseparable".

I haven't been to that area since that day, getting up early and staying up late to recharge my energy, waiting for the moment when the war will start.

……

Luanqi Palace, in an Accord, behind a bamboo screen carved with a dragon and phoenix, someone leans on the green wood recliner and rests, and the clear and lazy sunlight in the afternoon jumps on his face and smooth and jade sleeve robe, as if the moment crushed the layers of decay behind the time, pouring out the beauty of the next life.

Someone outside the pavilion had his footsteps moving, disturbing Fang Cai's quiet and leisurely. The door was pushed open, and a man in a black cloak approached the man in front of the window.

"Lord, this is an invitation from the beggars, inviting you to return to the battlefield in five days." As he spoke, he took out a delicately bound copy from his pocket and put it on the table.

The man's face was unmoved, and he didn't even retract his gaze from the bustling street outside the window. Yingrun's hand touched the teacup in front of him, took a sip, and then slowly replied, "You go down." ”

"Lord, do you want to contact the right governor?"

He paused his hand and said lightly, "No need." ”

"Yes." The cloaked man bowed and quickly retreated.

The market was still bustling with people and bustle, but he seemed to be immersed in the isolation of the world, and even the tea was no longer touched.

In the middle of the night, a barely audible sigh escaped from his lips and teeth, and dissipated in an instant, making people wonder if there was a hallucination.

"You don't want to tell me after all."