It also takes many days for the news from Beiwan to reach Nanman.
When I heard the news of my death again, I was stunned for a long time. I was worried that they would be too sad. However, it seemed that my relatives were very strong. At that time, my death seemed to have no impact, but I felt happy but disappointed at the same time.
It was so intense that I felt as if I was dispensable.
Now that he saw Huangfu Yi again and knew her feelings, he couldn't help but feel excited.
At least I know that she is still looking for him after such a long time apart.
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Thinking of that person who was as calm as the wind, who occasionally made him half-dead by being naughty, suddenly he wanted to fly to Beiwan, wanted to see her right away, wanted to hold her in his arms and care for her tenderly.
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I just can't let go of everything here.
The situation between North Korea and China is stable, and it cannot be ruled out that some remaining parties may harbor resentments.
Any slightest situation or possibility, he will not let it be reborn, but will kill it.
Because if it breeds, it is your loved ones who will be harmed in the end.
Besides, if Alo doesn't want to wake up, he can't leave for a day...
The next day.
As soon as Murong Jing woke up, he asked his father to call him into the palace and said that he had something to discuss.
When he came out again, his mood was heavy and tangled, but there was also a hint of excitement that could not be concealed.
In the final analysis, he still did not dare to leave Nanman without permission.
At dusk, he arrived at the back hill of the Prince's Mansion.
When we arrived at the small courtyard, Old Man Yao was chopping firewood in front of the door.
"Senior Yao, how is Aluo today?" he asked respectfully.
Old Man Yao smiled and shook his head, "As usual, he is in the house."
"Yes. I'll go see him."
"Go ahead."
Murong Jing stepped into the house and turned to the bedroom on the left.
Then he saw Sima Luo sleeping quietly on the bed.
The weather outside was very nice, and he habitually moved Sima Luo outside the house to watch the sunset.[
The warm sunshine shines on people, like the baptism of nature.
Today Murong Jing did not take out the piano, but sat cross-legged next to Sima Luo's recliner.
It stayed like that quietly for a long time.
In the western sky, a fiery red and round sunset seems to disappear at any time.