The wisps of peony flowers are left in the night, which should be a refreshing sweet fragrance, but when these people smell it, it is clearly a life-threatening taste.

After a while, I don't know who led the way, dozens of people knelt together in the courtyard and said: "I am willing to swear allegiance to King Shou and never regret it!" ”

Gu Qinyuan, who was sitting on the side, seemed to have a boulder in his heart on the ground, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In this way, it can really be regarded as taking the army and Luoyang City.

Jun Tianlan didn't immediately call them up, but only raised his head indifferently and drank the wine in his glass.

The best peony wine, mellow and clear.

……

It was late at night.

Shen Miaoyan was dressed in a middle coat and pretended to sleep on the bed.

She felt like she was choked in her heart, and she was so uncomfortable that she couldn't sleep.

Just as he was sad, the door was pushed open, and the man's footsteps sounded, followed by the sound of squirming and undressing.

After a while, the man lifted the futon and lay in, and scooped her into his arms.

The sweet and cold ambergris wrapped her whole person, like a shackle around her.

"Haven't slept yet?" The man's voice was low, and when he spoke, he exhaled a mellow smell of wine.

Shen Miaoyan turned her back to him, opened her eyes and stared at the wall, but did not speak.

"Are you mad at me?" Jun Tianlan hugged her tighter.

Shen Miaoyan pushed him away with his elbow.

There was silence in the tent.

After a long time, the corners of Jun Tianlan's lips mockingly hooked, "Miaomiao, Jun Qianji, it wasn't me who ordered the reward. ”

The girl remained silent.

There was silence in the tent.

Most of the candles were lit.

Jun Tianlan tucked the quilt for her, "Sleep." ”

The next day, the sky was fine.

It was already noon when Shen Miaoyan got up, and the man next to him had long since disappeared, and he was probably busy cleaning up Luoyang City.

She had breakfast indifferently, but a female doctor came to the door, saying that she was ordered by King Shou to come to check the pulse.

The maid next to her smiled and said: "The county lord is really blessed, King Shou is so considerate, the woman next to him can't look forward to it." ”

The medicine woman also chimed in.

Shen Miaoyan remained silent, and waited for the medical woman to finish prescribing the fetal pill before she said lightly, "You're tired."

The people who were waiting in the room saw that the county lord and King Shou seemed to be at odds, so they all fell silent, not daring to praise King Shou casually.

After the doctor left, a more courageous maid persuaded softly: "County master, the slave and maid are talkative, the prince is golden and noble, and now he has made great achievements, and the future is unlimited." Although you are favored now, but there are so many variables in the future, who can guarantee that you will be loved for the rest of your life? ”

Shen Miaoyan raised her eyes to look at her.

She paused, and then said: "The slave and maid have the courage to say a lot, if the prince can win that position in the future, the three palaces and six courtyards will definitely be indispensable, you really can't be willful anymore." When the slave's little sister was cleaning up the banquet last night, she overheard a general quietly discussing, saying that she wanted to present a beautiful woman to His Royal Highness......"

Shen Miaoyan lowered her eyes and still didn't say a word.

The maid sighed inwardly, curtsied, and withdrew.

Shen Miaoyan sat quietly in the room for a long time, got up and walked towards the door.

She walked through the verandah and gently stroked her belly, which had been pregnant for more than three months, and her belly was already a little pregnant.

Before she knew it, she was out into the garden.

There is a large meadow in the garden, with several shelves of rattan balls erected on both sides, and a few half-old vine balls piled up in the corners.

She watched silently, and in a trance, she seemed to see Jun Qianji with a group of teenagers, excitedly kicking rattan balls on the grass.

Fresh clothes and angry horses, young and crazy.

Just as he was out of his mind, a deep male voice came from behind, "Are you thinking about him?" ”

She didn't look back, only said lightly: "I always feel that he shouldn't die in vain." He has things in him that we don't have, and he should take those things with him and live a pure and happy life. Jun Tianlan, he doesn't deserve to die. ”

"Life and death are fateful, and no one can force it." Jun Tianlan gently held her little hand, "You have a hard pregnancy, I'll take you back to rest." ”

Shen Miaoyan pulled out his hand without squinting, "You go back, I'll stay for a while." ”

Men have been fighting on the battlefield these days, and they finally captured Luoyang City, and they have been dealing with political affairs day and night, and their mental strength has already reached the limit.

He looked down at his empty hand, his expression was grim, "Shen Jia, my Jun Tianlan is your man!" What kind of thing is Jun Qian killing him, for him, you have a cold war with me for a few days, is it worth it?! ”

Shen Miaoyan's eyes shrank slightly, and she turned her head to look at him in disbelief.

She hadn't heard such mean words from him in years.

She took two steps back to the side, "He's your brother, what do you say he is?" ”

Jun Tianlan pinched his eyebrows with a headache, and reached out to pull her, "Go back with me." ”

"I'm not going back!" Shen Miaoyan stepped back again and again, "I watched him die in front of me with my own eyes, I can't get over that hurdle!" ”

Shen Miaoyan is a flame that illuminates the night for Jun Qianji.

But as far as Jun Qian's killing is concerned, why not?

In others, there are always things that they don't have but yearn for.

Jun Qianji's purity and enthusiasm are things that Shen Miaoyan only had in his childhood.

She liked his purity and passion, so when he died in her arms, she even felt that the one who died was herself.

Her liking for him has nothing to do with Fengyue, but more like siblings.

Jun Tianlan looked at her quietly.

She's always been a stubborn girl, he knows it.

He took two steps forward, trying to make his voice sound like a light coax, "People can't be resurrected after death, he has passed away, but there is still a life in your belly." Miaomiao, live well, so as not to waste his affection for you. ”

Shen Miaoyan clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, tears rolling in her eyes.

Jun Tianlan approached her slowly, raised his sleeve to wipe away her tears.

However, the girl finally pushed him away and ran away regardless of it.

The man stood in silence, and after a long time, he turned his head to look at the rattan balls, and the emotions flowing in his dark red eyes did not know whether it was sadness or jealousy.

After nightfall, Shen Miaoyan had dinner alone in the dormitory, and remembered the doctor's advice to her to go after dinner, so she carried a lantern and strolled along the verandah in a depressed mood.

Who knew that he had just turned a few corners, but he saw a sumptuous banquet set up in the pavilion not far away, and several generals were hugging Jun Tianlan and eagerly greeting something.

She subconsciously paused, and after a while, she saw a young girl with a graceful figure, veiled, walking into the gazebo.

The girl wore a light gauze wide-sleeved skirt, and the fragrance was overflowing when she walked, and her beautiful eyes seemed to reflect the stars, which was particularly beautiful and seductive.

Shen Miaoyan held on to the vermilion railing, and her amber eyes reflected the excitement not far away.

She thinks that power is really a good thing, she doesn't have to open her mouth, and someone will take the initiative to send anything to the door, even if it is a living beauty.

And the beauty walked into the pavilion with a tactful voice: "Greetings to His Royal Highness King Shou!" His Royal Highness Chitose Chitose Chitose! ”

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