After three days, Su Jinyin's score could not be changed. She hummed the tune in her mind several times herself, and tried it with veterans who had played war drums in the past, and was sure that there was no room for modification of this tune in terms of melody or operation.

Su Jinyin put the score on King Qing's bookcase, and the pile of books on the bookcase made people a little unable to take their eyes off.

She also put on the book that King Qing had personally transcribed many books for his wife.

Put it on the top and it will be seen by the people who come in to clean it, right?

Su Jinyin inserted the book in the middle.

When marching and fighting, the general's room should not be accessible to anyone.

Su Jinyin had another thought, and wanted to take out the book again.

But in this pile of books, several books have the same appearance, so that people can't tell them apart.

Su Jinyin felt that her heart was beating faster and faster.

She wanted to see these books, and she didn't know what King Qing wrote in them. Is there something on his mind that he hasn't spoken?

But her reason told her not to look, not to stay.

Because you can't stay, there's no need to go and see it.

The more you watch, the more nostalgia you have in your heart, and the more reluctance you get.

Zhi Wei's voice came from the door: "Dao Chief, have you put it away?"

"Not yet, wait a minute. Su Jinyin replied. As she spoke, she finally picked up the books like that.

Just take a look.

One last look. Su Jinyin opened one of them and found that it was indeed the same handwriting inside.

She was shocked in her heart.

How much did he write?

In this pile of books alone, there are more than a dozen books with the same appearance that Su Jinyin just took out casually.

Su Jinyin carefully looked at what was written in the thin characters.

It turned out that it wasn't related to her.

Su Jinyin flipped through a few pages and was sure that it was all about tactics.

She originally thought that King Qing was a person who was only keen on actual combat, and she must not care much about Wen Xuan's pen work.

The words on the thin sheet are so strong that one can't help but imagine what he looked like when he wrote.

It should be while looking at the sand table or the layout diagram, and then pick up the pen and write at the same time. When he writes, there should be no ink-polishing people around him. The ink is a little dry.

Su Jinyin poured some water into the inkstone on the table, and then picked up an ink ingot and slowly circled it in the inkstone.

She sharpened the ink with one hand, and opened the other sheets with the other hand to look at them.

This one, although it is not a tactic, but it is also related to the battle. I'm talking about the analysis of enemy countries.

From the emperor of the enemy country to the generals who participated in this battle, and the tactics of several engagements, there are detailed records.

Su Jinyin opened the third book. This one is written about your own side.

There are written about the strengths and weaknesses of each of the following people, and the pros and cons of several battles.

Su Jinyin threw these words and saw a Qingwang who was not exactly the same as his impression.

She had seen his arbitrary appearance, but she had not seen the seriousness of his pre-arbitrary appearance.

She had felt his arrogance and pride, but she didn't know what kind of hard work had been precipitated before.

What these Bozi show is a different King Qing.

But what is covered in these thin books is another King Qing she knows.

Although not every bit and every detail is the same as what she thinks, his meticulousness has been shown in the treatment of her.

His introspection and correction are reflected in his relationship with her.

He himself loves bitterness, and really has no interest in sweetness. But because he noticed her sweetness, he searched everywhere for the recipes for these desserts.

He was even more confident and proud, but he also looked back and wondered why she rejected him and why she wasn't with him. He said that she would rather choose an identity than his sincerity. But in the end, he was willing to give her his heart and identity.

A tear fell on the thin sheet, and gradually melted away the ink on it.

Su Jinyin reacted, she hurriedly rubbed the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, and then closed all the thin children.

From three days ago to today, three days later, she was even more frightened and aware than when King Qing recognized herself.

What is afraid is the throbbing in my heart, but what I know is my own mind.

Maybe it's because after he was rescued by himself, he didn't repay the favor in a much-publicized way, maybe it was his intentional or unintentional help several times, or maybe his smile was clean and pure, in short, she fell in love with someone again.

After being wounded so thoroughly, he covered his chest, which was still in pain, and suppressed the blood that was oozing, but he didn't stop the throbbing heart.

She was obviously so scared and so frightened, but she still wanted to take a step forward, wanted to try to hug and trust again, and wanted to hold her heart and care again.

What should I do?

Su Jinyin looked at the ink that had been polished into a thick color, and his face was full of struggle.

Enough is enough, enough is enough, enough is enough. The voice in my heart scolded loudly in my ears, but that heart was a little uncontrollable.

How she wanted to stay by his side like this, to sharpen the ink for him when he wrote, to be in his ......

"It's our Tao who is in it. Zhi Wei's nervous voice interrupted Su Jinyin's emotions.

She immediately raised her sleeves to wipe her face cleaner, and then restored King Qing's book to its original state.

The door to the study was pushed open by someone outside.

It's the lieutenant who stayed.

The adjutant general turned sideways and said respectfully to the people behind him: "Second Highness, this is the prince's study." This Daochang Li is the prince's honored guest. ”

Su Jinyin saluted the nobleman in front of him. She breathed a sigh of relief, it was not the third prince Qin Ziyan who came.

That's good, that's good.

The second prince, Qin Zichu, looked at the Taoist in front of him and returned the salute, and then said: "I want to borrow the emperor's study, I don't know if it is convenient for the Taoist to ...... here" After being injured so thoroughly, he covered his chest that was still in pain, and suppressed the blood that was oozing, but he did not stop the throbbing heart.

She was obviously so scared and so frightened, but she still wanted to take a step forward, wanted to try to hug and trust again, and wanted to hold her heart and care again.

What should I do?

Su Jinyin looked at the ink that had been polished into a thick color, and his face was full of struggle.

Enough is enough, enough is enough, enough is enough. The voice in my heart scolded loudly in my ears, but that heart was a little uncontrollable.

How she wanted to stay by his side like this, to sharpen the ink for him when he wrote, to be in his ......

"It's our Tao who is in it. Zhi Wei's nervous voice interrupted Su Jinyin's emotions.

She immediately raised her sleeves to wipe her face cleaner, and then restored King Qing's book to its original state.

The door to the study was pushed open by someone outside.

It's the lieutenant who stayed.

The adjutant general turned sideways and said respectfully to the people behind him: "Second Highness, this is the prince's study." This Daochang Li is the prince's honored guest. ”

Su Jinyin saluted the nobleman in front of him. She breathed a sigh of relief, it was not the third prince Qin Ziyan who came.

That's good, that's good.

The second prince, Qin Zichu, looked at the Taoist in front of him and returned the salute, and then said, "I want to borrow the emperor's study, I don't know if it is convenient for the Taoist chief......