Shen Luan went out to Mobei, and the eunuchs accompanied him to supervise the battle, leaving three battalions of troops to protect His Majesty's safety.

The news of the court spread very quickly, and as soon as the dynasty was dispersed, Mu Qianyan knew about these things, and he learned about it from Pei Shankou.

"The eunuchs supervised the battle, leaving three battalions,"

The brush in Mu Qianyan's hand snapped and fell on the clean rice paper, and the ink stained the finished part.

She didn't care about these at all, and her tone didn't hide her panic and doubts.

The eunuch's power extends into the barracks, and it will not take a year and a half, according to Yu Panen's ability, I am afraid that in less than a month, there will definitely be incidents in the army.

It is difficult to train an army well, but it is very simple to make a difference.

It is very dangerous to go to Mobei this time, the last battle of Daye has consumed too much strength, how can you leave a team in the palace this time?

What are his plans?

Although he broke off the relationship with Shen Luan himself, he didn't want him to have any accidents in the end.

"If you have nothing to do with it, it's time to let it go, a thousand deaths."

Seeing Mu Qianyan's absent-minded appearance, Pei Shan helped her pick up the pen that stained the rice paper, carefully erased the ink that had been stained on the barrel and put it aside, and sharpened the ink for her.

"There's a lot involved in this, and we don't need to worry about it."

Mu Qianyan was still indifferent, and she suddenly felt very panicked.

Shen Luan is not an impulsive person, delegating power must have some plan.

But he is also a careless character, can he really protect himself when the time comes?

But it seems that this matter is really not her turn to take care of, what is she and what can she do?

But a small historian can only do,

She was stunned and rubbed the pages she had written, these are not serious history books, Wang Wenyun still doesn't allow her to do some, these are just some simple classification and accumulation.

SHEN Luan,

She shook her head, subconsciously wanting to shake these things out, took another brush, closed her eyes, and tried to calm herself.

In a moment, she opened her eyes, tore off the dirty page, and started the next page again, as if nothing had happened.

"Let go completely, and then let go."

Pei Shan hooked his lips in a good mood, and a different expression appeared on his gentle face.

It was night, except for Mu Qianyan, no one in the Taishi Academy had the habit of fighting at night.

It was pitch black, with only the faint candlelight coming from the window in the southwest corner.

Mu Qianyan rubbed his eyes, his eyelids had already drooped halfway, but the pen in his hand never stopped.

She stayed up all night tonight, and almost finished the things that Wang Wenyun gave her recently, but she still didn't want to sleep.

The sky was pitch black, there was no trace of the moon, it was dark and oppressive, and a few twinkling stars seemed so insignificant, as if they could be swallowed up by the night at any moment.

She retracted her head and pinched her brow with a headache, why didn't she feel sleepy at all tonight.

She licked her chapped lips and got up to get the teapot.

Lifting the lid of the teapot, the cold air emitted by the cold water inside came to the surface, she frowned, the weather was cold, and she wanted to drink something warm.

She walked out with a teapot, and before she drank cold water casually, it would be good to hold it in her mouth and warm it for a while, but today she was a little eager to want hot water.

The simple stove room in the Taishi Courtyard was near the gate, and she couldn't say whether she was in a hurry or slow, she walked all the way there, just wanting to boil some boiling water to drink.

But the stove had already been turned off at night, and life was not easy, especially for her.

She knew about it, and she didn't think she would be able to start a fire.

But she still came, facing the empty kitchen, Mu Qianyan felt powerless.

Why did she want to come to the kitchen?

She stood by the fireplace, stunned in thought.

It's because she wants to go out and go out to find Shen Luan.

Individual?

She didn't know either.

"Shen, Luan."

She slowly pronounced out this name that she hadn't called for a long time, even when she was in the Hou Mansion before, she was also called Hou Ye.

She just wanted to call it and hear it.

It's been a few days since the day he was injured.

Before saying goodbye to him, Mu Qianyan thought very clearly in his heart, since then there will be no relationship, it will be good for both parties.

In the past few days, she has indeed never seen Shen Luan in her mind.

But since she heard those words, it was like a freshly scabbed wound that had begun to itch a little, and she had been absent-minded.

The index finger against the oily place in front of the stove drew a circle, and the cold touch made her shiver instantly.

Shen Luan will be fine, right?

She poked her fingers hard at the grease stains on the stove, a little upset and restless.

She wanted to go to Shen Luan and tell him to take care, but now she no longer has a suitable identity.

It was done very well that day, and there was no room for loopback.

The cold candlelight of the winter night reflected on the empty yellowed walls, magnifying the shadow of her bowed head and reflecting it on the window.

Outside the window, the man in the dark clothes stood straight, his thick eyebrows tightly twisted.

If you go goodbye, you won't see her for a long time.

I ran out in the middle of the night and didn't know how I could stand it with a piece of clothing.

If you don't have discipline, you really don't know how to take care of yourself.

He pinched his robe, but his feet stood still.

He knew that he didn't have the identity to put a dress on her.

The court is dangerous, he is also dangerous, the people around him are in danger, how dare he, how willing to take her in.

Fortunately, she was smart and cut off her thoughts at the time.

Shen Luan took out a small thing in the shape of a long tube and put it on the windowsill.

He pursed his lips, his pretty eyes shining in the dark night.

I don't know when I will see her again.

I'm afraid I'll never see you again.

Shen Luan's long fingers bent and tapped the wall outside the kitchen with his knuckles.

The muffled sound coming from outside immediately made Mu Qianyan notice, her heart suddenly trembled, and even she couldn't believe the thoughts in her head.

She stared fixedly at the window that magnified her shadow, her hands clenched unconsciously, the familiar aura so strong that it made her heart pound.

"Shen Luan,"

Her voice was not as quiet as usual, and there was surprise and anxiety.

"Shen Luan!"

She ran out of the door without hesitation this time, she wanted to ask Shen Luan what he wanted to do, whether he was sure of his safety, and how he ...... I hate myself for being so resolute at the beginning.

But there was silence outside the door, only the cold wind of the night howled, which made her stiff, along with the heart that had just beaten happily.

Shen Luan was not there.

Shen Luan was not there.

She stood quietly in the dark, letting the cold wind pierce her somewhat numb heart, tears streaming down without warning, and rather uncontrollable.

From the moment the warm tears flowed from her eyes, they turned into drops of cold beads, piercing her face with ice slag.

She didn't know how she should react, what kind of expression she should have, and she only had two words in her heart.

I lost him with my own hands, because of fragility and cowardice.

If she had another chance, would she be shaken?

The cold wind was fierce, blowing small objects on the windowsill and falling to the ground.

There was a crisp sound that alarmed someone in tears.

The ground was pitch black, and Mu Qianyan bent down to look for the source of the sound.

The habit of staying up late for a long time has caused her eyesight to not be very good, even during the day, she has to squint to find something when she is far away, let alone in this night when she can't see her fingers.

She stretched out her hand to the ground, rubbing it little by little, but she didn't touch anything for a long time, and the night was heavy, but her fingers were white.

She touched it a few times and then took two breaths of hot air, and so on and so on, and she didn't find anything for half a day.

A sucker.

Shen Luan's original sad mood made her cry and laugh a little, what can be seen, it is probably something that takes a long time.

The tip of her foot gently kicked a stone from the ground and threw it in the darkness towards a place not far from her hand.

The small stone had only a slight eastward direction, so as not to frighten her, and it also directed her hand to feel that way.

Mu Qianyan touched the small stone and squatted on the ground without moving.

She knew that Shen Luan was behind her.

He really came to see himself.

Is there anything he wants to say? Want to tell yourself about his plans? Still annoyed that she decided last time and refused to come out to speak.

Mu Qianyan suddenly felt a little weak and didn't dare to look back.

What if she couldn't hold back when she saw that figure, she was afraid that she would say something like last time.

She had mixed feelings in her heart, and her fingers groped beside the small stone, and successfully found the cold little thing.

She picked it up and rubbed it in the dark.

What did Shen Luan give?

Hard, small, with holes, whistles?

She knew that Shen Luan hadn't left, and that familiar aura had always been behind her.

The winter night was cold, but she didn't want to leave here.

She didn't want anything, put aside her previous worries for the time being, and just wanted to cherish this hard-won moment.

Shen Luan didn't move, his deep eyes didn't leave the small shadow for a moment, it was a figure that haunted him, and he didn't know how to be a good figure.

Her hair is not as good as when she was in the house before, a little frizzy, and her little hands are messy, no shape, but in his opinion, there is a cute energy, I don't know if the little brain melon is tired these days, whether he has eaten something delicious.

Shen Luan has countless things to say, countless things to give her, and countless problems to say to her.

If you have a chance, if you are really lucky,

His expression moved slightly, hoping that God would have mercy.

If he does not have mercy, let him bear all the evil alone.

He didn't know what his mood was, but he knew that he had wasted all his strength to suppress the urge to clothe her.

He finally saw Mu Qianyan get up, the little whistle was tightly held in her hand, and her fingertips were frozen white.

Without looking back, she walked straight back to her room.

The moment she stepped through the door, she felt the gaze that had been following her leave.

Stretching out her hand, she carefully examined the delicate little object in her hand.

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