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Nie Wushuang breathed a long breath, but before he returned to his senses, he heard that the thin wooden board could not stop the sound of his every move and his suppressed coughing sound.

With a bang, he coughed up his heart and lungs. Nie Wushuang's hands clenched tightly to the sheets, a line of tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, and the dark corner of his heart was screaming in pain. There was no cheerful revenge, not even the slightest joy.

The loving couples of the past are now close to each other but still far apart. The fate of the clouds and the rain turned her hands, and where was she going to push them?

Gu Qinghong coughed and ignited the faint oil lamp. She was familiar with every move: she would blow out the fire, and then drank a little water, cleaned her hands carefully, took a pen and ink, read a book against the oil lamp, or wrote a few lines. If he is really tired, he will close his eyes for a while and then continue reading. This is a habit he has developed in the cold window. Whenever this time, she will secretly look at his straight bridge of the nose, and his good-looking side face. Add a cup of tea to him and mend clothes while sitting in an invisible corner. Her female worker has always been bad, but she has become so enthusiastic about sewing clothes and shoes for him.

Every time the clothes are done, he always smiles and looks at her, then puts on, no matter how badly she does, he always says softly, "The lady is working hard."

...

Tears shed a little on the pillow, and a large amount of eyes flashed in her eyes. She cried quietly for a while, closed her eyes and stopped thinking. Turned over into the bed. The inferior bed creaked as she turned, sounding particularly clear in the night.

After a while, a few "Tuk Tuk" sounded on the wall, and she opened her eyes sharply.

"This lady, I'm sorry to rest you, sorry." His gentle voice came from next door, and he couldn't help but cough a few times.

Nie Wushuang didn't move, he didn't say a word. He paused: "Be brave."

The voice was gone. Nie Wushuang closed his eyes, his nose moved slightly, and the tears stopped rolling down again ...

...

Tonight seemed extraordinarily long. She was awake and awake, and she sat up a few times. The vast darkness enveloped this small and shabby room. The cold moon outside the window was cold outside, and the window paper was faintly shining through the broken window. So bleak.

There was no sound next door. Except in the dark, the slight sound of his turning over and the unconscious cough, she almost thought that she was just in a strange nightmare.

Why isn't it a dream? It seems that as soon as she wakes up, she is still the only lady in the Nie Acropolis of Qi Guo Nie. The elder brother is still the young general who guards the northwest, the second brother of Sven, the naughty brother, and the family is lively. Although her mother died early, But did not feel half unfortunate.

If it weren't for the spring trip to the Ten Mile Peach Blossom Forest, if it wasn't for her falling in love with a man named Gu Qinghong ...

She kept her eyes open, watching the darkness of nothingness, waiting for the sky to gradually light a corner of the sky ...

...

Early the next morning, Yang Zhi combed and knocked on the door of Nie Wushuang. Nie Wushuang opened, Yang Zhi was slightly surprised, and saw her pale and faint eyes. If it were not for that dazzling eye, he thought he saw a pale and pale female ghost.

"Mother ... little girl ... didn't sleep well last night?" Yang Zhi almost blurted out and called her mother. Nie Wushuang shook his head, closed the door, and pointed to the next door.

Yang Zhi gestured to know that he brought breakfast to him: "Little girl hurry up and eat, and wait for the journey."

Nie Wushuang ate in silence. At this moment, Gu Qinghong next door coughed up and heard the voice. Nie Wushuang dipped his finger in the tea and wrote a line: "How do I get there?"

Yang Zhi thought for a moment and wrote a word "wait".

Nie Wushuang nodded, she was about to write and ask again. An urgent cry came from downstairs of the inn: "Master Xiangguo, Master Xiangguo ... not good! Bad!"

The door next door opened with a bang, and Gu Qinghong said in a deep voice: What is so panic? "The shouting person is his close-knit bamboo shadow. He took a few steps up the stairs and gasped," It's not good, Master Xiangguo, Ying ... Yingguo's Rui Wang is here! "

Nie Wushuang and Yang Zhi were startled. Nie Wushuang dipped in tea and quickly wrote, "How could he come?"

"How did he come?" At the same time, Gu Qinghong outside the door filled with doubtful voices.

Yang Zhi smiled and shook his head, writing the words "I don't know".

"I do not know the villain. Lord Xiangguo ..." Zhu Ying also said that Gu Qinghong had already stepped down the stairs. Nie Wushuang listened with both ears, and she really heard the iron ride whirling like a rainstorm at the end of the long street. It was like a sudden heavy rain pouring down on a sunny day. Faintly shaking.

A long hissing of the war horse, the thunder of iron hoofs stopped in front of the inn.

Silent, the whole inn suddenly quieted down.

After a while, Gu Qinghong's voice sounded, not panic, not humble: "Ying Jing Yibei has been for several months, His Royal Highness Rui do not come without hesitation?"

One heart of Nie Wushuang mentioned his throat.

A lazy voice came downstairs: "Oh, who did the king think he was, it was the Lord Gu Xiangguo, disrespectful ..."

Xiao Fengqing chuckled and said, "It looks like Gu Xiangguo is very embarrassed."

Gu Qinghong slowly said, "Worrying about war, that's what it is."

Xiao Fengqing chuckled and said, "My king still has something to do with him!" After he said it, he took a few steps up the stairs. In three rooms, he glanced at it, and suddenly knocked on the middle door. Here comes the king! Open the door! "

Nie Wushuang opened the door and looked at Xiao Fengqing, who was standing in backlight. The halo shrouded over his head. He wore a purple gold crown and was wearing silver-white armor, such as the ink's hair. His handsome face was wet with morning dew, but his eyebrows were bright. With a smile, he took her arm and held her in his arms with a slight force.

"Fool, why did you come here?" He held her in his arms tightly, and seemed to never let go.

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There is one more late, and those who ca n’t wait can see it tomorrow. Thank you! Sorry!

(This article starts with Red Sleeve Tim)