Huo Lian opened his eyes reluctantly, his vision was still dim, and a figure was cast on the curtain, swaying with the night light.

It was Liang Siwan who turned her head when she heard the movement.

She sat on the edge of the bed with her hair scattered and dressed in her bed, holding a handful of flower cards scattered under the bed, leaning over to look at it.

The night light dimmed, and I saw Huo Lian's open eyes.

Surprise and curiosity appeared on her face, "Are you having a nightmare?"

Nightmare? Huo Lian was silent for a moment, for him, the facial features of the flesh and blood mold lake were also common, and it was not a nightmare.

"It's just a dream." He said.

Liang Siwan threw down the cards in her hand, leaned over and looked at him, her eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles: "Is this the second or third time?" You're finally starting to have nightmares and can't sleep anymore."

He laughed and pointed to the flower cards scattered on the ground.

"Come, come, let's play cards together."

Huo Lian sat up and glanced at her.

"I'm just thinking about things." He said, "I'll go out and think about it, and I won't bother you."

After that, he got up and stepped on the flower card on the ground, lifted the bed tent and strode out.

"What do you think?" Liang Siwan's voice came from behind, "If you can't sleep, you can't sleep, don't be afraid."

The curtain shook, followed by the door and the footsteps faded away.

Liang Siwan reclined on the bed and giggled.

I can't sleep well, let's play together, let's stay up for a long night together.

……

……

There was no light in the armory room, Huo Lian stood indoors, flashing slightly in the darkness from time to time, as if a ghost attached to the weapon was snooping.

Huo Lian looked at the six-foot sword on the shelf.

The six-foot sword scabbard was black, blending in with the night, silent.

"The truth." Huo Lian whispered, taking down the six-foot sword, "Collusion with rebellious ministers and thieves, isn't this the truth?"

And what the truth!

There is no truth!

He slashed the sword in his hand at the weapon rack.

Although the sword was unsheathed, the manpower of the sword was so great that it knocked the shelf flying, and the weapons on it rolled in the dark night like the heads of people who had been cut off.

I'm sorry?

Why did you tell him I'm sorry?

I'm sorry for what he is?

He now holds the power in his hands, the emperor's grace is deep, the wealth and glory are high, and the wind and the rain will be rainy.

He's alive and well!

…..

…..

The movement in the armory room was particularly harsh in the dark night, and Zhu Chuan stood in the courtyard with a worried look in his eyes.

He didn't sleep soundly tonight, and sure enough, in the middle of the night, he learned that the governor had come out of the back house.

There is no summons from the palace, and there is no errand that needs to be done in the middle of the night, which is obviously impossible to sleep.

Then the Governor entered the armory room, and began to crack inside.

The Governor has always been calm and restrained, and has never been overjoyed or angry.

"What's wrong with the Governor?" The guard next to him couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Zhu Chuan sighed: "I quarreled, and I was in a bad mood."

Hearing this, the guard breathed a sigh of relief, "It turned out that I had a quarrel with Miss Wanwan." As he spoke, he smiled again, and looked at the armory room with some sympathy, "Women, sometimes they can really anger people."

Although it was not a quarrel with Miss Wanwan, ..... Zhu Chuan nodded in agreement, that woman's behavior was indeed very annoying.

I don't know if the woman slept soundly, should he go to the woman's house to make a fuss, so that she doesn't want to sleep peacefully?

……

……

The night was dark, and the workshop was gradually quiet.

The sleeping pheasant lost his eyes and counted the time, and it was time for the young lady to rest.

Although the young lady had always rested late, she was very regular, and she looked at the window next to her, and saw the figure cast on the window, and suddenly fell asleep.

The pheasant is clothed

I got up and went to this room, and saw the seven stars standing in front of the table.

Qixing had already changed his bedclothes and scattered his hair, but he seemed to be thinking about something with a pen.

"Miss." The pheasant whispered, "Why don't you rest?"

Seven Stars hummed, but didn't speak.

The pheasant advised again, "It's been a busy day, so let's take a rest."

Seven Stars looked up at her and said, "I didn't see my mother when she died."

The pheasant was stunned, this sentence was caught off guard, and he didn't know what to say for a while, and he felt a little spicy pain in his throat.

"Even he's seen his mother." Seven Stars then whispered, "I also talked to my mother."

Who is he? The pheasant thought to herself, but knew that she didn't need to ask anything at this time, and the young lady didn't need her comfort, just listen to her.

"I know she's coming." Seven Stars continued, looking at the candle flame dancing on the table, "Because Dad has looked at one place several times, but it's too far away for me to see anything."

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Seven Stars looked at the candle flame and smiled again.

"She should have forgotten about me, or well, remembering that I would only make her miserable."

The pheasant didn't know about Qixing's past, so he couldn't quite understand what he was saying, but when he heard this, he immediately shook his head and retorted: "Miss, no, no matter how painful it is, the mother will not forget the child."

Qixing looked at her with a little curiosity and expectation in his eyes, is that so?

The pheasant nodded heavily, "Yes, the mother will always remember the child." Thinking about what Seven Stars said, "Maybe your mother is watching you from afar, and you won't notice it if it's too far away."

A smile appeared on Qixing's lips and he nodded, "Yes, I'm very slow, and I often can't pay attention to my surroundings." Then he sighed softly, "Actually, I can't remember what she looks like."

Without waiting for the pheasant to comfort her, she continued.

"But now I can draw her."

Did you forget or remember? The pheasant thought to herself, but none of this mattered, as long as the young lady was not sad.

"Miss is so good at drawing, she will definitely be able to draw it." She said, standing in front of the table, "I'll polish the ink and color for the young lady and hold up the lamp."

Qixing dipped the pen in ink, then closed his eyes and lightly sketched on the paper.

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……

Some people can't sleep in the middle of the night and smash the weapon room, some people can't sleep in the middle of the night to pick up a pen and paint, and some people drink and get drunk in the dark night.

In an unknown small village, a grass hut was lit and a simple fried fish with pickles and vegetables was placed on the table, but this did not prevent the person sitting opposite from drinking an empty jar of wine.

"Uncle Zhao, you're not kind." Chen Shihanhu said, shaking the empty wine jar, "My master, I called you a brother back then, you ate and lived in our North Hall for a year, and now, you use such a little wine to send my nephew."

The middle-aged man on the other side faced mellow, and shook his head helplessly and pityingly: "Little stone, why do you love drinking so much at a young age."

Chen Shi slapped the table: "That's not to invite you seniors out of the mountain! Why don't you listen to me, if my master and uncles are still there, and our Beitang is still there, you still need me to come out and drink with you."

The middle-aged man sighed: "Little stone, don't worry, it's not that we don't go out of the mountain, it's that the head of the house now has an order......

It's okay not to mention the master, but as soon as the head is mentioned, Chen Shi stood up, left the wine jar still on the ground, and swayed: "Why do you all have to listen to her? Whatever she says, you will listen to?!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly stood up: "Don't worry, although the head of the sect is young, she seems to be a person who can do big things, and she will definitely take care of the affairs of the Great Wall in the north."

Chen Shi smiled, his drunken eyes red: "Lao Zhao, you don't know, those who are bent on doing great things, they are not people."

What kind of words is this, the middle-aged man held him up, and the drunk people said drunk words.

"Okay, little stone, you go sleep first." He persuaded.

Chen Shi refused to leave, pushed him away, and sat back down: "You don't know at all, no one knows, that

Guy, in order to do great things, for his pleasure, he, he ..... all the eldest daughters."

When he said this, he suddenly burst into tears.

"My poor aunt, my poor sister."

While crying, he reached out and groped on the table, grabbed the middle-aged man's wine glass, and poured it into his mouth regardless of it, and the remnants of the wine were in his mouth, choking him to cough repeatedly, and the rest of the words were messy and broken, but the person still stretched out his hand to ask for wine.

Why did you talk about your aunt and sister again? Who is the eldest daughter? However, the middle-aged people knew that almost all of Beitang died in Jindi, both men and women, and this was thinking of those relatives again.

The middle-aged man sighed, looked at Chen Shi who was lying on the table and was crying, raised his hand and struck, and Chen Shi, who was holding the wine glass, suddenly stopped moving.

The middle-aged man whispered, "Sleep, sleep, and life will be easy."

With that, he blew out the lights, and the grass house fell into the night.

……

……

The sun rises in the sky, and the earth is clear.

On Tonglou Street, someone banged on the door early.

"Seven shopkeepers, seven shopkeepers."

The door panel opened in response, and Brother Guo looked at the man standing outside the door, and asked politely, "Do you want to mend something?" While looking at his hands and feet.

The hands and feet of the people who came were empty.

They said, "It's to mend things, but it's not here."

Brother Guo was a little puzzled: "That ....."

Before he could ask, the man was a little arrogant: "I'm from Shuneiji."

Shunaiji? Brother Guo was stunned, he didn't know what it was for a while, and a female voice came from behind him.

"Is it the Shunai Division of the Ministry of Works?"

Brother Guo turned around, and the man also looked past him, and saw a woman in Tsing Yi walking out of the back hall.

"I'm Seven Stars." Seven Stars said, standing in front of the door, looking at the visitor, "I don't know how I can help you?"

(End of volume)