"No, no, jasmine is sharper, and it doesn't look like osmanthus, it's probably a peony that has captivated the country and the city, right?"

"You're right." She pursed her lips and sent it over......

Yan Xuanfeng doesn't love Bai Qian, it's just that the old love is like a trauma, a faint pain on the wall of his heart, he can't eliminate all this and forget it in his mind. The remnants of this memory, every time I dream back at midnight, I will remind myself that there is indeed such a person, who once existed.

Every bit of their together, he looked at it like a jewel, they were together, every thing that happened, every situation, he rejoiced. However, after all, they could not go the same way, and they embarked on the opposite path.

Nostalgia is like a jar of wine, as time passes, not only does it not become less flavorful, but it will become more and more intense, and his mood is so sad because of one person.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and his lips touched it, a slightly cold touch, but it was so distinct, white and shallow emotional, and he snorted slightly, looking cowardly. He pressed Bai Qian's arm and took off his coat with one hand.

"Okay, don't be here, the emperor is ...... here" Bai Qian's face turned red, although he was still embarrassed, but he refused all the plot trends that would happen next, he looked at Bai Qian in confusion, and sighed for a long time.

"Yes, I'm confused."

"Recently, all the flowers have bloomed, so the concubine will accompany you to see the flowers around." Bai Qianmao recommended himself, he nodded, holding Bai Qian's cold soft wattle, the two entered the garden, this year's rain is enough, and the sunshine is so abundant, so the flowering period is relatively long, and the corridor in front of him is full of beautiful flowers.

That piece of purple and red, falling in the eyes, there is no general taste in the heart, Bai Qian and Yan Xuanfeng did not say a word, the two of them crossed a sea of fragrant flowers, and continued to walk forward, layers of beautiful flowers, so fascinating, continue to walk, but everything is gone.

I have to say that this feeling is still what he likes and what he can accept.

Borderland.

Yan Xuanfeng won the battle, but he didn't have the slightest idea of happiness, Wen Ziyu approached Emperor Yan Feng and threw a pot of wine over, "Lord Wang, you are happy, don't be so depressed, after all, we won the battle, what are you doing with a sad face?"

"Hmm." Emperor Yan grabbed the wine jug, slurped and drank it, and after a while, the remaining half pot of wine was heavily placed on the table next to him.

"The bright moon is beautiful tonight." Yan Xuanfeng said while stretching out his hand and pointing to the moon, Wen Ziyu looked at Yan Difeng's hand, and could see the beautiful moon shuttling between the sea of clouds, it was the first quarter moon, like a bow.

"It's really beautiful, like a picture." Wen Ziyu said.

"What about Shen Shu, why don't you see it?" Suddenly remembering Shi Shenshu, Wen Ziyu said: "He's still busy, things like stragglers, and even though we won, after all, both sides have lost troops and lost generals, speaking of which, this period of time is enough for Shi Shenshu to be busy." ”

"You should help him a lot." He said, Wen Ziyu nodded again and again. "I just came over there, and now I'm just busy sneaking over to see you."

"Okay." Emperor Yan nodded, and his gaze finally moved from the bright moon, "You say, is this king particularly unproductive?" This kind of thing is absolutely impossible for Emperor Yan to ask in his life, but in fact, Emperor Yan asked it.

also emphasized, the most important thing, Emperor Yan's eyes, always staring at Wen Ziyu, the urgency to ask for answers, is self-evident, Wen Ziyu paused, "How is it possible, you are such a powerful person, you are too inferior, you don't need to condemn yourself, really." ”

"Really?"

"Really." Wen Ziyu said: "Don't be sad, don't be sad, we still have many, many enemies, many things, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge." Wen Ziyu said.

Recently, he has taken a full view of Emperor Yan's every move, Emperor Yan has not been happy since Asano-sang left, he didn't smile much in the first place, and after Asano-sang left, the smile completely disappeared from that face.

What's more, he has been sleeping for 800 miles recently, his face is already old, and the color of wind and frost on his cheeks makes people feel sad at first glance.

"Okay, don't be so sentimental, Weichen still has something to do, so he will retire." Before Wen Ziyu left, he gently bumped the wine jug of Emperor Tianyan with his own wine jug, and then left like an immortal.

"Thank you, Ziyu." He said, thank you Wen Ziyu and Shi Shenshu for never giving up on him, thank you Wen Ziyu and Shi Shenshu for still helping him as always, standing next to him, explaining to himself, and helping him in various ways.

In fact, in the prosperous era, they have been living a drunken life in the imperial capital, but he led them here to suffer, he looked at the cold moon in the sky, and was full of sorrow for a while, and grabbed him, he could only use wine to drown his sorrows, but the effect was not good.

Shi Shenshu is relatively busy, their victory, means that the next need to deploy, and need to fight the rest of the ethnic minorities, Bai Qian let them here, is to hope that they can sweep the past along the way, and defeat every disobedient ethnic group.

Let them be intimidated by the power of China, but as for the emperor, he sat upright and scolded Fang Xuan. There is no need to do anything, and now, their victory is only small, in fact, as far as Shi Shenshu thinks, this victory is better than defeat.

To this game, they suffered a defeat and went back early, Dijing should be a different matter, and there was a different kind of execution for them, but what if they won? It is understandable that it will become a sword in the hands of Bai Qian and Yan Xuanfeng in the future.

They will command them to do a lot of unfavorable things, and they have no excuse to refuse, no reason to obstruct, when he thinks of this, he shudders, the panic that floats in his heart, makes Shi Shenshu, who seems calm on the surface, produce an unprecedented anxiety.

And this kind of anxiety is something he can't say to anyone, Wen Ziyu retreated from the front, and saw that Shi Shenshu was still making a book, and he had a bad taste, so he wanted to take away the brush in Shi Shenshu's hand.

"You are a big old man, but it is a serious thing to write, stroke by stroke, stroke by stroke, it is really beautiful." Wen Ziyu definitely has no contemptuous heart, let alone ridicule.

"What about making a book, it's also a joke time?" Shi Shenshu took the brush back, soaked it in ink, and gave it to Wen Ziyu. Wen Ziyu nodded, exchanged seats with Shi Shenshu, held the bamboo slip, and copied the information on that side, everything had been sorted out, and he said while transcribing: "It seems that in the future, we will have no daylight." ”

"It's good that you know, why do you want to say it?"

"Victory in the moment, or in the long run, is not a good thing." Wen Ziyu sighed as she spoke.

"I copied you, and now I can only take one step at a time." Shi Shenshu said that Wen Ziyu nodded again and again, making a book is a relatively complicated process, and what is recorded on it is the area they have recovered now and the number of soldiers they have lost.

How many generals died, how many adjutant generals, and how many soldiers. In addition to this, it is also necessary to record how many opponents they killed, these data are all counted, although it is more difficult and cumbersome, but when it comes to it, it does not make any mistakes.

This is sent to the imperial capital for Yan Xuanfeng's purpose, they need new baggage and supplies, they need fresh blood, and they need commendation.