Compared with the brutal fighting on the battlefield, the silence in the Xuangqian military camp seemed so precious.

Shiyi led Chang Hai on horseback and rode in. He was so anxious that as soon as he entered the barracks, he rushed straight to Baili Muyun's handsome tent. From ten meters away, he started calling loudly for Eryu to save people, but no one answered her. She helped her When she walked in with Chang Hai, she found that there was no one inside, and her heart suddenly sank. Where did the emperor go? Where did Eryu go? Eryu is not here, what should Chang Hai do? Looking at his head full of Chang Hai, who had white hair and almost no breath, could not stop his tears no matter what.

What would she do if Chang Hai was gone?

In the palace of the Northern Qing Dynasty, Mo Xi was still sleeping. She wanted to wake up but her mind was always groggy. Occasionally she struggled to open her eyes and saw the constantly fluttering gauze, with some yellowish lights shining in. There was also a faint fragrance, which made people feel more and more sleepy, but in a blink of an eye she fell into sleep again.

She seemed to have had a long, long dream. The dream was full of peach blossoms, and the burning crimson tea had absorbed all the most beautiful things in the world. The petals flying all over the sky were like a rain of flowers, and with the gentle breeze, While swirling, some occasionally fell into the turquoise lake water, with green water and red flowers, full of brilliance.

There was a figure in white clothes who seemed to be standing in the sea of ​​flowers, looming. His long hair was flying and his face was like a crown jade. Most of all, he was elegant and flawless. Mo Xi seemed to be able to see the slight smile on the corner of the man's mouth, as if he had a petal in his mouth. The peach blossoms were at the corner of his mouth, overflowing with affection, and the wind brought him a clear yet playful chuckle: "Am I so good-looking?"

The spring water in the pond suddenly rippled, and the petals of peach blossoms flew layer by layer in an endless stream. He came one after another among the flying flowers in the sky, and the faint scent of ambergris entwined the peach fragrance and lingered gently in this place. In this pink dream, Mo Xi doesn't want to wake up.

His slender jade-like fingers felt cool for some reason, touching her face with a slight chill, from the broken hair on her forehead to her cheeks, from her delicate nose to her red lips, slowly calming her fear of waking up from this dream. Trembling with fear, the hands gently pulled her body and held her in his arms. It was so good. Such a steady and powerful heartbeat was something she was familiar with and missed.

His nose was buried in her black hair, smelling the fragrance of her hair as before, and whispered softly in her ear: "I miss you so much." Then his hand slowly slid up from her waist. His back, then around her thin shoulders, rested on her tear-stained face, which was reflected in the scenery of lakes and mountains, and hundreds of miles of peach blossoms. His kiss was as light as flying catkins, lingering on her mouth and tongue.

His nose was buried in her black hair, smelling the fragrance of her hair as before, and whispered softly in her ear: "I miss you so much." Then his hand slowly slid up from her waist. His back, then around her thin shoulders, rested on her tear-stained face, which was reflected in the scenery of lakes and mountains, and hundreds of miles of peach blossoms. His kiss was as light as flying catkins, lingering on her mouth and tongue.

Overflowing with admiration and as deep as the sea, she stretched out her hand to hook his neck, closed her eyes obediently and responded lightly. What is there to be reserved about? That man, her husband, is everything to her, and he is the one she wants. There is nothing to be reserved about a person who has given his life for him. She loves him so deeply that she wishes she could never be separated from him day and night, even going to death together.

The scorching peach blossoms flying all over the sky dyed the sky into a peach red. Following the petals, they flew to the ground and pieces of white clothes danced in the air in wanton and unrestrained postures. They stopped on the peach trees riding on the wind, and slightly replaced the people under the trees.

Blocking out the spring scenery in the courtyard.

The fluttering of her green silk hair brought the peach blossoms on the green grass to the ground, and for a time they intertwined into a charming and natural painting. Her blurred eyes looked aimlessly at the peach forest. The wind blew faster, and the flowers rained down.

It rained harder, and gradually the man's face was blurred, and all he could see was the overwhelming flying flowers like snow.

Slightly confused and even broken, her voice could not be suppressed as he moved with his rhythm. She called softly, almost as if she was dreaming: "Mu Yun." The man's body froze slightly, almost making people ignore him.

Her lips covered her again, touching her tightly, but suddenly there were some cold drops of water falling on the corners of her eyes, as if they were the tears she shed...

The peach blossoms were almost connected into a web, and he picked her up with a little force in his hands. They sat opposite each other, but his head rested on her shoulder, and his thin chin kept rubbing her neck, giving her a slight heat.

It made her ears turn red. His big hand passed through the black hair and landed on the back of her smooth, jade-like hand. Because of the weight loss, the two butterfly bones stood high. The hand went all the way down, caressing her back, and fell to her waist.

Holding tightly, suddenly he exerted a force so that their bodies were almost connected together, and he could only vaguely hear what he was saying...

A strong wind blew, and the sky was full of peach blossoms. As the wind blew into whirlpools, the ultimate joy followed the peach blossoms and sent people to the sky, walking on the clouds. I never believed that there was anything better than this in the world.

Even better things happened. After the peach blossoms fell, she finally fell asleep leaning on his chest from exhaustion.

When I sleep, I don’t have any dreams, I just think of the peaceful years.

When Baili Muyun strolled into the hall with Eryu, Tao Ze was boiling a pot of tea. The tea was fragrant and fragrant. There were two cups on the table, and it was obvious that he had been waiting for him for a long time.

"I'm still wondering when you will arrive." Tao Ze swung the teacup and poured two cups of turquoise snow tea into it. He didn't look at Baili Muyun, but everyone knew that he was speaking to him.

"Of course I won't let you down." Baili Muyun looked elegant and calmly sat opposite Tao Ze. The game of chess had gone so far that it was finally time to collect the pieces.

"When did you know about it?" Tao Ze asked in a somewhat puzzling way.

"From the time you told the world that you wanted to marry Mo Xi." Baili Muyun took a sip of tea. The tea was brewed well, even better than Mo Xi's, but he was already used to drinking the tea brewed by Mo Xi.

No matter how good the taste is, it cannot be compared to others.

Tao Ze was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "I didn't expect you would have discovered it a long time ago."

Eryu listened to the side with confusion and confusion, and she didn't come to the palace to hear this at the risk of losing her head. She couldn't help but look at Baili Muyun anxiously. Baili Muyun just smiled slightly.

, said to Tao Ze: "I am not interested in your game at all, and naturally I am not involved in it. I am just here for Mo Xi."

"But you understand better than anyone else that Mo Xi is the most important chess piece. As long as she is here, you will win this game whether you want it or not." Tao Ze's eyes showed a cold light and he stared straight at her.

Watching Baili Muyun.

"For someone who only has three months to live, I really have no interest in playing with you." Baili Muyun said calmly, as if he didn't care that he had mastered such a secret.

Tao Zeben's hand that was pouring tea suddenly stopped. He only poured half of the tea and looked up at him: "What did you do to Young Master Jin?"

"It's just a promise that after the war subsides, no matter what the outcome is, I will let him and Meixi return to the mountains and forests." Baili Muyun drank half the cup of tea with a smile, and then said: "Presumably at this time, he should find Meixi

, maybe they have already left the palace."
Chapter completed!