Huo Lian opened her eyes suddenly, her vision was still dim, and there was a figure cast on the curtain, swaying with the night light.
It was Liang Siwan who turned her head when she heard the noise.
She had her hair loose and was wearing pajamas. She was sitting by the bed, holding a handful of flower cards in her hand. They were scattered on the floor under the bed. She leaned over to take a look.
The night light was dim, and I saw Huo Lian's open eyes.
Surprise and curiosity appeared on her face: "Did you have a nightmare?"
A nightmare? Huo Lian was silent for a moment. For him, bloody facial features were common and could not be considered a nightmare.
"It's just a dream," he said.
Liang Siwan put down the cards in her hand and leaned over to look at him with a smile on her face: "Is this the second time or the third time? You finally started to have nightmares and you won't be able to sleep anymore."
He laughed and pointed at the flower cards scattered on the ground.
"Come, come, let's play cards together."
Huo Lian looked at the six-foot sword on the shelf.
"Captain, what's going on?" The soldier next to him couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
…
There was no light in the weapon room, and Huo Lian stood in the room, with a faint flash of light from time to time in the darkness, as if the ghost attached to the weapon was spying.
Qixing dipped his pen in ink, closed his eyes, and lightly sketched on the paper.
He slashed the sword in his hand towards the weapon rack.
…
Qixing looked at the candlelight and smiled again.
Before he could ask, the man said with a bit of arrogance, "I'm from Xiunesi."
Qing Zhi got up with his clothes on and came to this room, where he saw Qixing standing in front of the desk.
While crying, he reached out and groped on the table, grabbed the middle-aged man's wine glass, and poured it into his mouth without hesitation. The remaining wine entered his mouth, making him choke and cough. The rest of his words were messy and broken, but he still stretched out his hand for the wine.
He is alive and well!
…..
…..
The movement in the weapons room was particularly harsh in the dark night. Zhu Chuan stood in the yard with worried eyes.
"The truth." Huo Lian whispered, taking down the six-foot sword, "colluding with rebellious ministers and traitors, isn't this the truth?"
The governor has always been calm and restrained, and has never been overjoyed or angry.
sorry?
Why did you say sorry to him?
Sorry for what?
He now holds the power, the emperor's favor, the wealth, the honor, the glory, the high position, and he can get wind and rain.
…
The scabbard of the six-foot sword is dark and blends into the night, making no sound.
The middle-aged man quickly stood up and said, "Don't worry, although the leader is young, she seems to be a person capable of doing great things. She will definitely take care of the affairs of the Great Wall in the North."
Brother Guo was a little confused: "Then..."
What are these words? The middle-aged man held him up. Drunk people say drunken words.
…
The hands and feet of those who come are empty.
What other truth is there!
There is no truth!
The middle-aged man let out a long sigh and looked at Chen Shi who was lying on the table crying. He raised his hand and hit him. Chen Shi, who was holding the wine glass, immediately stopped moving.
It's okay if you can't sleep, let's play together and stay up the long night together.
After that, he blew out the lamp, and the thatched cottage fell into darkness.
After saying that, he stood up, stepped on the flower cards on the ground, lifted up the bed curtain and strode out.
Qingzhi nodded heavily: "Yes, mother will always remember her child." Thinking about what Qixing said, "Maybe your mother is watching you from a distance, too far away and you didn't even notice."
Without waiting for Qing Pheasant to comfort her, she continued.
Qing Zhi, who was sleeping, opened his eyes in a daze, counting the time, it was time for the young lady to rest.
"My poor aunt, my poor sister."
Although the sword was not unsheathed, the man wielding the sword was extremely powerful and knocked the shelf away. The weapon on it was like a severed human head, rolling in the dark night.
The middle-aged man sighed: "Little Shitou, don't worry, it's not that we don't want to go out, it's because the leader has an order now..."
Qing Pheasant advised again: "It's been a busy day, so let's take a rest."
A smile appeared on Qixing's lips and he nodded: "Yes, I am very slow and often fail to pay attention to my surroundings." Then he sighed softly: "Actually, I can't remember what she looks like."
Qixing had already changed into his pajamas and let his hair down, but he was holding a pen and seemed to be thinking about something.
Qixing raised his head to look at her and said, "I didn't see my mother die."
"Okay, Little Shitou, you go and take a nap first." He advised.
Someone banged on the door early on Tonglou Street.
Chen Shi slapped the table: "That's not to invite you seniors to come out! Why don't you listen to me? If my master and uncles were still there, and our Beitang was still there, there would be no need for me to come out and drink with you.
"
Zhu Chuan sighed: "We had a quarrel and I'm in a bad mood."
He didn't know if the woman was sleeping soundly. Should he go to the woman's house and cause trouble so that she could never sleep peacefully?
…
Huo Lian sat up and looked at her.
The night fell, and the workshop gradually returned to silence.
Some people couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and smashed the weapons room, some people stayed up in the middle of the night to paint, and some people drank and got drunk in the dark night.
It's okay not to mention the leader. When he mentioned the leader, Chen Shi stood up, leaving the wine jar on the ground, shaking: "Why do you all listen to her? You just listen to whatever she says?!"
Qing Zhi was startled. This sentence caught him off guard. He didn't know what to say for a moment, and he felt a sharp pain rising in his throat.
Although the lady always rested very late, she did so regularly. She glanced at the window next to her and saw the figure cast on the window, and she suddenly lost all sleep.
"He has even met his mother." Qixing continued in a low voice, "He even talked to her."
There is a moment of silence in the room.
Liang Siwan leaned on the bed and giggled.
Why are we talking about aunt and sister again? Who is the eldest daughter? But the middle-aged people know that almost all Beitang died in Jin, both men and women, so they are thinking of those relatives again.
"Young lady's painting skills are so good, she will definitely be able to draw it." She said, standing in front of the desk, "I will polish the ink, adjust the color and hold up the lamp for the young lady."
Have you forgotten or remembered? Qingzhi thought to himself, but these are not important, as long as the lady is not sad.
The sun rises in the sky, and the earth becomes clear.
"Miss." Qing Zhi asked softly, "Why don't you rest?"
"But now I can draw her."
Qingzhi didn't know much about Qixing's past and couldn't quite understand what he was talking about. But when he heard this sentence, he immediately shook his head and retorted: "Miss, no, no matter how painful it is, a mother will never forget her child."
Qixing looked at her with a bit of curiosity and a bit of anticipation in his eyes, is that right?
"Uncle Zhao, you are so unkind." Chen Shi said vaguely, shaking the empty wine jar, "My master, I called you brother and sister back then. You lived and ate in our Beitang for a year. Now, you use this
Order a drink to kill my nephew."
"She should have forgotten me, so remembering me will only cause her pain."
"I just thought of something." He said, "I'm going out to think about it, so I won't disturb you."
…
Qixing hummed, but said nothing.
The door panel opened in response. Brother Guo looked at the man standing outside the door and asked politely: "Do you want to repair something?" while looking at his hands and feet.
Chen Shi smiled, his drunken eyes red: "Old Zhao, don't you know that those people who are bent on doing great things are not human beings."
…
There were no summonses from the palace, and there were no errands that needed to be done in the middle of the night, so it was obvious that he couldn't sleep.
Although he was not arguing with Miss Wanwan, Zhu Chuan nodded in agreement. That woman's behavior was indeed very irritating.
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 important things, for his own benefit, he, he took the eldest daughter...
"
Who is he? Qing Zhi thought to himself, but knew not to ask anything at this time. The lady did not need her comfort, just listen to her words.
When I said this, I suddenly burst into tears.
The middle-aged man opposite had a gentle face and shook his head helplessly and pityingly: "Little Shitou, why do you love drinking so much at such a young age?"
In an unknown small village, a thatched cottage had lights on, and simple fried fish with pickles and vegetables was placed on the table, but this did not prevent the person sitting across from him from drinking an empty jar of wine.
Then the governor entered the weapons room and started banging and banging inside.
The curtains shook, followed by the sound of the door, and the footsteps faded away.
The middle-aged man said softly: "Go to sleep. If you sleep, the days will be easier."
He didn't sleep well tonight, and sure enough, he learned that the governor came out of the back house in the middle of the night.
"Seven Shopkeepers, Seven Shopkeepers."
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Hearing these words, Bingwei breathed a sigh of relief: "It turns out we had a quarrel with Miss Wanwan." He smiled again and looked at the weapons room with some sympathy, "Women, sometimes can really make people mad."
The visitor said: "I want to repair something, but it's not here."
"I know she's coming." Qixing continued, looking at the flickering candlelight on the table, "because Dad looked to the same place several times, but it was too far away and I didn't see anything."
"I remembered something." Liang Siwan's voice came from behind, "If you can't sleep, you just can't sleep. Don't be afraid."
Xiuneisi? Brother Guo was startled, not knowing what it was for a moment, when a female voice came from behind him.
"Is it the Xiunei Department of the Ministry of Works?"
Brother Guo turned around, and the man looked past him, and saw a woman in green clothes coming out of the back hall.
"I'm Qixing." Qixing said, standing in front of the door and looking at the person coming, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"