When Qichi returned to the room, Li Yan was sitting there, wearing a moon-white jacket and pink and white face, like jade carvings, like snow balls in the north.

He had dinner with his aunt after school.

Seeing him there, Qichi gently closed his cuffs and hid the smile that was brought out of the study.

Xinlu and Qiushuang came in to prepare a table and spread the food.

Li Yan sat down and didn't move. Until now, he didn't call him aunt. His head was slightly lowered, as if he was a little absent-minded.

Qi Chi noticed something strange and sat down and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

The voice of Xinlu immediately approached and whispered in her ear for a while.

Qichi's heart was sank.

When I was collecting the rare and precious medicines for Futing this time, the saint issued an edict to enthrone two kings. The news came along with the medicines and came to Qichi's ears.

She had already known about this.

Maybe today Xinlu and Qiushuang started chatting in the room, and then called Li Yan, who came in, to hear it.

The saint refused before, but he was reluctant to give him the title of King Light, but turned his head but ordered him to grant him the title of others. What do you think of as the Prince of King Light?

The table was ready and the dishes were served. Qichi picked up the chopsticks and said, "What are you doing with a sad face? Let's have a meal."

Li Yan raised his head, looked at her, and then hung down again. His face was not a frown, but he was a little sad: "I just thought that Prince Guang's Mansion was protected by his father and aunt for all his efforts, but now it can't be passed on here. I feel ashamed."

Qi Chi stopped chopping and knew that he was sensible, so he naturally felt sorry for him, but instead smiled on his face.

After all, I am still young and don’t know that the family is in a poor relationship.

When she decided to come here and to that man, she no longer expects the favor of the saint.

Whatever you want, you have to stretch out your hand.

At least the King of Guang is still there. With the help of the Northern Land, she will always look for opportunities. She is not sorry for her brother's instructions.

As long as she can get the heart of that man...

After looking at her nephew, she deliberately turned cold and said, "I think it's because Xinlu and Qiushuang are too talkative. I have to punish them today."

When Xinlu and Qiushuang heard the head of the family, they immediately knelt down and agreed in unison: "That's all the blame for the clerks' mouths, which made the prince so dull."

Li Yan has always been kind and followed his aunt. He knew that his aunt was deliberately saying this to cheer him up, so he stood up and helped the two of them: "It's nothing, aunt, don't blame them, I don't think about it anymore." As he said that, he sat back obediently and picked up the chopsticks.

Qichi then moved his chopsticks.

Li Yan ate two bites of the dish. The dish was made of a blade, carved into shape, and served on a plate. It was straight and straight, like a golden sword. He couldn't help but think of his uncle when he looked.

Soon after, he cheered up and said, "Don't worry, aunt, if I really can't make any mistakes in the future, I will learn from my uncle and earn back the king's rank one by one."

Qi Chi smiled: "As long as you still have the surname Li, you will never be able to experience those days from scratch, let alone..."

I stopped talking and stopped talking.

Actually, I want to say that, not to mention that if you are like your uncle, it will take many years to produce one.

He joined the army for a young age, had great achievements in war, and was able to rank third in a year. Only now can he achieve this great protector.

No one knows what he has experienced to have today.

She twisted the chopsticks and recalled his tight and congested face in the study.

My thoughts gradually became aimless, and my eyes moved lightly.

Such a man really doesn't know how he would look like when he fell into a woman's arms one day.

Early in the morning, Fu Ting stood up as usual.

After putting his military uniform on his body, he turned his head and took the leftover cold water on the desk and poured it into a charcoal basin.

He then touched his neck after extinguishing the warmth of a room.

After that pain of cutting flesh, I slept all night. Now it was the same as before, as if I had no feelings.

The wind was like howling outside the window, and it was expected that it was snowing again.

He quickly put on his clothes, raised his arm and sent it to his mouth, bit the belt on his military uniform and pulled it tightly, freeing up his other hand to push the window.

When the window was pushed open, it was indeed snowing outside.

The sky was dark, reflecting the flying dandruff, and the woman's slim figure leaned beside the pillar.

Hearing the sound of opening the window, Qi Chi looked back, touched his eyes and stood up straight.

I have been standing here for a long time and am a little tired, so I unconsciously leaned on the pillar.

"Change the dressing." She said her purpose, turned around and pushed the door open.

Fu Ting stood at the window, watching her walk up and sit in the desk first.

He didn't say anything, but was thinking: Why should she do something like this kind of servants do yourself?

After tucking the hem of the clothes beside him, Qi Chi was already sitting down beside him, taking out his sleeves with both hands. In addition to a new pair of paste patches, there was also a hot hand towel.

Fu Ting consciously took off the old ointment from his neck, and after a night, it had already dried up.

The towel was only half hot now. Qichi wiped the remaining ones clean for him, and stopped when he brought the paste to his neck with the paste and said, "It may still hurt."

Fu Ting's eyes were calm: "It's okay."

Qichi put the ointment on it.

Fu Ting's arms on his knees were slightly tightened. He was already ready, but he did not have the expected pain. He turned his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him.

Qichi said, "Doesn't it hurt? Then I thought it would be better."

Every word is sincere, so innocent.

Fu Ting pursed his lips and moved his cheeks twice, but said nothing.

Even if she deliberately wanted to tease her, he still had to worry about it?

Even though Qi Chi teased him, he still kept sticking it tightly, pressing the cloth handkerchief carefully on his neck.

The marching man was exposed to the wind and sun, and her hands were much whiter than his face. She quietly observed his side face, eyebrows, eyes, nose, jawline to ears, deep and upright, and all were like knives.

His hand landed on his throat, stopped on the protrusion for a while, and took it back.

As soon as his throat moved, Fu Ting held the paste with his hands, stared at her, and lifted the collar up in his hand to cover the wound.

Someone outside called the third brother.

It was Luo Xiaoyi who came.

Qi Chi lowered his head and wiped his fingers, got up and went out.

As soon as I went out, I suddenly heard a drumbeat from afar, mixed with wind and snow, intermittently.

Luo Xiaoyi had already stepped onto the corridor and was still shouting: "Three brothers, urgent matters in the city!"

Fu Ting stood up suddenly.

When Qi Chi turned around, he saw him grabbing the whip and went out of the door. He strided hard and then turned around the corridor and disappeared.

She stood by the corridor and listened carefully to the drums again, but she was not a report on the war.

A figure ran away from the corridor, Qiu Shuang quickly walked up to her ear and said: Many of the transactions under her name nearby have been swept away, and the news was sent from outside the city.

"If it's not a big deal, just ask the one below to deal with it." Qichi thought, saying, "If it's still like this, let me know again."

Autumn frost should be.

Qichi returned to the house and wanted to make up for a short sleep, but he didn't sleep well before when Fu Ting got up. Now, after listening to Qiu Shuang's words, he had only re-treated his makeup and couldn't sleep anymore.

With all of her, she doesn't care about these minor losses, but since Qiu Shuang comes to report, she must be anxious.

As she expected, three minutes later, Qiu Shuang entered the door again.

"The head of the family, I'm afraid those on the cabinet can't handle it, and I heard the drums in the city just now making an emergency."

When Qi Chi heard that it was related to the sound of drums, he picked up the cloak.

When you take a bus, the snow stops and the wind stops, which is suitable for travel.

She only brought Qiu Shuang, after all, she wanted to cover up her goals.

The carriage was on the road, but it became more and more difficult to walk.

Until the city gate, stop and cannot move forward a little further.

Sitting in the car, I could only hear the noise outside, and it would be very crowded and chaotic.

The coachman comforted the horse, jumped down, squeezed into the crowd and inquire, and told Qiu Shuang the news after he came back.

Qiu Shuang spoke through the curtain: The city gate has fallen, and the sound of drums just now came from here.

It was the refugees outside the city who somehow suddenly became turbulent. No wonder even the ordinary transactions around them were affected.

Qichi thought that those refugees who had seen outside the city were just for life, not evil people, nor were they treacherous people, so they wouldn't be like this.

She put her hat on and got off the carriage.

When you step on the ground, you will be blocked by the city gate.
To be continued...