Of course, Shen Qianmo would not tell He Liancheng that the symbols that she wrote casually on the paper that were very strange in his eyes were actually in English.

She can't get rid of the habit of scribbling when thinking about problems, but this is in Hefu, and she needs to be careful and cautious, so she deliberately chose to use English to make notes.

She believed that no one here would understand this.

He Liancheng's courtyard is located in the east of Hefu, he went to Tianshan alone to learn art after the death of his father He Yuanshan, and only learned to go down the mountain last year, and then he was named the general of the protector of the country, and began to fight on the battlefield, so he did not live in the house for much time, and did not accept wives and concubines, and the huge courtyard seemed empty and cold.

There is a pine tree planted in the courtyard, straight and straight, evergreen in all seasons, adding a bit of greenery to the desolate and desolate courtyard of the cold winter, and the wind blows everywhere, stirring up pine waves. The name of the courtyard "Tingsong Garden" must have been named for this.

He Liancheng's tall figure like a green pine stood quietly in front of the study window, habitually casting his eyes on the beautiful silhouette of the opposite east wing sitting by the window. The morning light shone obliquely through the window on his handsome face, making his whole person seem to be plated with a layer of light gold, and his eyes that were as deep as a cold pool seemed to become extremely soft.

These days, standing in front of the study window for a while every day seems to have become a habit that he can't break. After studying art in the Tianshan Mountains for six years, he thought that he had already practiced in his heart as cold and ruthless as the ice of the Tianshan Mountains, but every time the shadow on the opposite side came into view, he felt that an empty and cold corner of his heart was filled and warmed.

This woman was messing with the bottles and cans again, and she didn't expect that she was still a person who was obsessed with medicine.

Xu was attracted by the smell of the herbs she was tinkering with, and outside the window, several non-returning birds flew down from the top of the green pines and stopped on her windowsill, watching and singing.

She turned her head, grabbed a few pills that had just been prepared, scattered them on the windowsill, watched the birds peck at the pills, chirped at her a few times, and then flapped her wings and flew towards the sky.

She looked up in the direction of the bird of no return, her eyebrows slightly curved, and a shallow smile on her face.

The smile was soft and extremely shallow, but it touched He Liancheng's cold and hard heartstrings for no reason, making him feel that the warmth in his heart was spreading wantonly.

He didn't know that such thoughts were dangerous. He and her, on different sides, were destined to be hostile. But so what, he didn't want to give up at all, but wanted to sink into the depths like this. He was going to keep her by his side forever, so that he could see her gentle and indifferent face every day.

This may be due to the predatory factor in the nature of Beidi men, for what he fancies, he will be desperate to keep it for himself, and will never let go easily.

What do you fancy for yourself? So, is he taking a fancy to this woman now?

Thinking of this, he was shocked, and his dark brown pupils instantly shrank. His hands were clenched into fists, and his eyes were tangled for a long time before he resolutely brushed his sleeves and turned away.

At the moment, he felt that he needed to calm down.

Shen Qianmo still maintained a sideways posture of looking out the window into the distance, her face was pale but calm. She knew that He Liancheng had been spying on her, so it was no wonder that it was not normal for a hostage to suddenly ask you to change his living environment and threaten his life.

However, she really couldn't think of any other way to save the baby in her womb.

She subconsciously put her hands on her abdomen, although this little life has not yet taken shape, she knows that he is growing healthier day by day.

Of course, she understands that staying in the He Mansion is not a long-term solution. Counting the days, she has been pregnant for nearly two months, and no matter how careful she is, sooner or later she will be exposed.

Ah Heng, I hope you can understand my hard work and find my whereabouts as soon as possible.

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Northwest, Jingzhou, Taishoufu study.

Since that day, Meng Yuanheng gave an order, 100,000 elite soldiers of the Meng family army and 30,000 Feiyun cavalry rushed to Zhengyang Pass with lightning speed. Only this time, the Meng family army did not fight with the Beidi army, but turned into a battle with Dasheng's soldiers and horses.

When the news reached Shengjing, the court was shocked. Meng Tianjue issued several holy decrees in succession, reprimanding Meng Yuanheng for his own selfish desires, disregarding the society and the people in the world, rebelling, treason and rebellion, resulting in the misery of the lives and the misery of the people. All of a sudden, the people of the world turned against Xuanwangfu and the Meng Jiajun, and some literati and writers even rendered the Xuan princess who fell off the cliff and died as a disaster for the country and the people, and on this basis, countless poems and scripts with lingering love and hatred have evolved.

However, the man who was in the whirlpool of this storm sat calmly in the study of the Taishou Mansion in Jingzhou, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was lazily listening to Wen Renyuan's report on the battle situation at Zhengyang Pass, and his slender fingers caressed the little fox lying quietly beside him.

The little snow-white fox, with its big blue eyes half-open, let out a few whining and whispering at the man, and then closed its eyes to nourish itself.

In fact, when Shen Qianmo was there, the little girl's attitude towards Meng Yuanheng was not friendly, and Meng Yuanheng was often eager to pinch to death this little fox who always occupied Shen Qianmo's arms and disturbed him and Mo'er's closeness. But now, because Xu misses the same person, the relationship between these two guys has become unprecedentedly tacit.

"Lord Qi, there are more than 48,600 Dasheng defenders in Zhengyang Pass, of which 13,900 were killed in battle, and the remaining 34,700 Dasheng defenders have all been expelled." Wen Renyuan's voice was majestic, and his resolute face was full of seriousness.

The man was still dressed in a black brocade robe, his white hair was simply tied up, and he was smoothly draped over his shoulders, his indifferent and cold facial features were more profound and three-dimensional, and his eyes were calm and waveless, and when he heard Wen Renyuan's report on the casualties of the battle, he did not move at all, without the slightest sympathy and pity.

Yun Fei looked at Meng Yuanheng like this and sighed secretly. He suddenly found that since Shen Qianmo disappeared, he had been sighing frequently.

In less than ten days, Dasheng's important barrier in the northwest - Zhengyang Pass, as well as five prefectures and counties in the pass, and eighteen cities, have all been controlled by the Meng army.

The combat effectiveness of the Meng Jiajun and Feiyun Cavalry can be seen. Of course, this is also inseparable from the credit of the man in front of him.

It has been nearly two months since Shen Qianmo fell off the cliff, and the secret guards of Xuanwangfu have not given up looking for it in the past few days, but there is still no news. Hope is getting slimmer, but none of them want to face it.

And the performance of the black-clothed and white-haired man in front of them made them more and more worried. Since the Meng family army attacked Zhengyang Pass, this man has rushed to the front in almost every battle, killing fiercely, invincible, one person and one horse seem to be able to withstand thousands of troops and horses, so that later Dasheng's army saw his black-clothed and white-haired figure, they were so frightened that they trembled and surrendered directly.

But for the surrender of troops, his order was only one word categorically: "Kill." ”

Alas, the title of the white-haired demon lord must have come from this.

It's just that the sword on the battlefield has no eyes, and the iron hooves are chaotic, no matter how strong your martial arts are, it is impossible to be alone. Thinking of the new and old wounds on that guy's body, Yun Feijian's brows furrowed even tighter.

This is completely a way to play without love.

Could it be that he wanted to die on the battlefield like this and follow Qianmo?

But if he left like this, what would Meng Jiajun do? What about the Flying Cloud Rider? They occupied Jingzhou and captured Zhengyang Pass, which can be said to occupy the most favorable terrain in the northwest, but since then they have completely turned against Dasheng and drawn a clear line.

The name of the rebels has been confirmed, what should these hundreds of thousands of troops do in the future?

Yun Fei was just worried that Meng Yuanheng hadn't thought about the future of the Meng family army at all, and was simply relying on killing to vent his grief and pain of losing his beloved.

The departure of that gentle and indifferent woman is afraid that it has become a pain in his heart that can never be erased.

Unconsciously sighed again, he glanced at Xie Mingyu, who was sitting next to him and had just arrived in Jingzhou City a few days ago, and asked out loud: "Lord Wang, Zhengyang Pass has been captured, what should we do next?" ”

Meng Yuanheng maintained a posture of leaning back in the chair with his eyes half-closed, and a few strands of silver hung down his thin cheeks, making his increasingly clear face looming. After a long moment of silence, a low, magnetic voice sounded faintly.

"Pass the order, the Meng family army will temporarily rest in Zhengyang Pass during the year, and there is no need to do anything, and attack Beidi in the spring of next year."