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    ?Last night after eating until midnight, everyone was drinking a bit high, a group of elders slept together shoulder to shoulder, the ground was like a mass grave, and I don't know how it ended.

    Because Wanyao is a girl's house, she was spared the trouble of being doused with alcohol, and still maintained her good habit of going to bed early and getting up early. Before dawn, she helped cook some hangover soup in the kitchen.

    It was a rare day when Xiang Huan had a leisurely day, and Xiang Huan slept until the sun was high before waking up. As soon as he opened his eyes, someone in the room was already cooking hot tea on the small stove. A light blue figure made people's eyes very comfortable.

    Xiang Huan didn't know how long Wanyao had been here, but he also admired her for having such patience, for being able to wait for him in the room quietly and without saying a word.  Just imagine if it was him, I'm afraid I can't sit still and want to do something to sharpen my claws.

    "Are you awake?" Wan Yao didn't look up, lifted the lid and poured a scoop of boiling water into the bowl, "Does your head hurt? You'll feel better after drinking the hot and sour soup."

    The surrounding area is filled with warm water vapor.

    The boy lazily hugged the quilt on the bed, staring at the girl opposite him with a pair of starry eyes that hadn't woken up, and instinctively wanted to die casually, "Bring it to the general."

    However, there was no soup to greet him, but a thick cushion, which was firmly pasted all over his face.

    Xiang Huan was used to her occasional retaliation without pain or itch, and with a smile on his face, he pulled the cushion away from him, "Wanyao, I noticed that your hands are getting stronger and stronger recently."

    "If you don't provoke me, I can be a little weaker."

    After all, it was a good temper, even though she despised him physically, Wan Yao still brought the soup bowl over and sat down next to the edge of the bed.

    The young man stood up and said in an insatiable way: "It's all here, why don't you feed me."

    Wan Yao slowly raised her hand: "Believe it or not, I'll splash it on your face later."

    The latter blinked twice, took the bowl brazenly, raised his eyebrows lightly, "If you don't believe me, you must be reluctant."

    The tea was still boiling, and Wan Yao left him to drink the soup, while she sat back and poked the stove. The early spring wind was still very cold, and it slipped in through the cracks, blowing bright stars out of the charcoal fire.

    Xiang Huan noticed that she was always looking out of the window in a daze, as if preoccupied, so he put down the bowl and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

    "I was thinking" Wan Yao still held the tongs in his hand, but his eyes were wandering, "How can this battle end."

    The movement he was about to speak suddenly froze, and soon fell silent.  This question was really beyond his ability to answer, so Xiang Huan just held an empty bowl and tapped it with a spoon every now and then.

    Suddenly, she asked without thinking: "Tell me, what kind of person is he?"

    Xiang Huan: "Who?"

    "Emperor of the Great Wei." Wan Yao nodded thoughtfully, "I was called to live in the palace by him a long time ago, and I had a little contact with him.

    "I can't describe the feeling"

    Recalling Shen Yu's words and deeds back then, as well as the gloomy smile on her face, she still feels a kind of uneasy creepiness all over her body.

    "He seems to be indifferent to everyone and things, but he hides a lot of emotions in his heart. I have seen his eyes, and I always feel that he is a very lonely person. He doesn't even love his relatives. I  I don't know the emperors of the past, but can a person really be so indifferent?"

    Xiang Huan put the bowl on the bedside indifferently, picked up his boots and put them on his feet, "Isn't it the same for people sitting in high positions? People start to be paranoid when they take care of too many things, just like when I saw a general recently,  I also feel that he is getting more and more lonely."

    Ji Changchuan occupies half of the southern part of the country, but he has been only concentrating on fighting. He doesn't have the same eagerness to establish himself as a king and emperor like other rebel leaders. There are no six ministries, prime ministers, or cabinets.  Taking care of trivial affairs, even if his subordinates are busy like spinning tops, they still don't say a word about the emperor.

    Wan Yao held the teacup and put it on her lap sadly, "Do you think the general will become such a person in the future?"

    "Who knows."

    Xiang Huan had just put on one of his boots, and the sound of footsteps on the porch outside the house was hurried, as if someone had come in a hurry, out of breath, directly blocking half of the light from the gate.

    "General!"

    The visitor was dressed in a crimson army robe, and he should be a soldier under his command.  The soldier was about to say something, but when he saw Wanyao inside, he shut his mouth in a sensible manner, looked at Xiang Huan's eyes tremblingly, and worried whether he came at the wrong time.

    The young man nodded, indicating that he was fine: "What's the matter, tell me."I cried out in pain.

    The woman was helpless, so she could only walk around coaxing the child in her arms, "Good boy, good boy. Daddy went to the town to buy medicine for you. After drinking the medicine, you will be cured."

    Wanyao stood in front of the family's courtyard for a while, and finally, Fan Qi's old problem persisted, so she couldn't help but stepped forward: "Can I have a look?"

    In addition to Xiang Huan, they and their party had two other soldiers, all of whom were dressed as ordinary people.

    Looking at the group of uninvited guests who did not know where they came from, the woman hugged the child, with hesitation and guard in her eyes, Wan Yao immediately added: "I am a doctor."

    In the backcountry, lack of food and clothing, these words touched her after all.  The woman sized up the girl in sight, and then slowly handed the child over.

    The girl didn't have much strength left to cry, so she couldn't stop sobbing.

    Wan Yao softly coaxed a few words, and was raising her sleeves to get her pulse, when she saw a deep purple scar clearly branded on her forearm, so familiar.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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