"Poof."

Xu Yan was amused by the child, "Little girl, talk about some nonsense, let's rest, it's almost time." ”

If I don't sleep now, I'm afraid I won't be able to get up in the morning.

"Oh."

Yin Yan agreed, leaning in front of her, "Sister Jiu, can I hug you?" ”

She always felt that Sister Nine had a particularly reassuring aura on her body, and maybe she could fall asleep faster by holding Sister Nine to sleep.

"It's going to get tired."

Xu Yan didn't say whether it was okay or not, but only replied with two words.

"Got it."

Yin Yan's tone was a little aggrieved, but she didn't put forward any more ideas, closed her eyes quietly, breathed in the bloody air, and gradually her breathing became even.

Listening to the sound of even breathing around her, she couldn't help laughing, and murmured in her heart: "Good girl, rest well." ”

"Tomorrow, once you see the cause of your death, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep well for many days."

Unconsciously, Xu Yan also fell asleep.

At the same time, in the tent of Yuan Yan's camp, after she sent out all the soldiers and personal guards, she still couldn't help but take out the first book, and read it with the torch in the tent.

In the first sentence of the opening chapter, Yuan Yan was so shocked that she almost threw the book out.

Fortunately, after years of battlefield experience, she has now developed a calm and calm character, so she has not made the slightest movement.

But his eyes were fixed on that sentence:

In the 37th year of the reign of King Qin, the first emperor died violently in the Dune Palace.

I didn't look away for a long time.

It wasn't until a crystal teardrop fell that she realized it and hurriedly wiped the tears away with her sleeve.

The line was a little vague because of this.

She sniffed and put the book farther away, for fear that another teardrop would fall and ruin the handwriting.

Yuan Yan wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and her stiff brain began to work.

37 years? 37 years of Qin Wangzheng?

But soon, she reacted, isn't it 37 years now?

From the accession of my father to this year, it is exactly the thirty-seventh year.

Where are the dunes?

In the East, if the Father Emperor does not appear in the Dunes, then this will not happen again?

No, why did my father die violently when he was so strong?

Oops, the more I thought about it, the more confused my brain became, and Yuan Yan finally understood that her father had asked her not to read it tonight.

It's not right, since his father knows about this, why isn't he worried at all?

No, I have to be calm, I can't mess up with just one sentence.

Yuan Yan was thinking about it without a clue, and at the same time, she was trying to keep herself calm so as not to ignore any important information.

There are three volumes here, and more than twenty more at the end, which shows that the story cannot be so simple.

I need to calm down and read these books carefully, and besides, I can't let my father go to the sand dunes, that place......

That place......

But my father is going back tomorrow, what should I do now?

Why don't you go to see your father and ask him what he said...... No, no.

Whew, Whew~, Whew~~, Whew~~~, Whew......

Yuan Yan exhaled several times before she calmed down a little.

She pursed her lips, trying not to think about her father's violent death, lest tears fall and ruin the book.

But when she saw Zhao Gao and Huhai and Li Si deceiving the upper and lower levels and hiding the body of her father with salted fish, Yuan Yan finally couldn't hold back and smashed a punch on the case.

The sound of "touching" startled the pro-soldiers standing guard outside: "What person?" ”

"Bold, who is here to influence the marshal to rest?"

"What is the matter with the marshal?"

……

The voice outside made Yuan Yan quickly calm down, and said loudly: "It's okay, there is just something on the ground on the table of this handsome." ”

But the thick nasal voice and anger in that voice could not be concealed.