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    Nangong Jingnu turned around, hugged Qi Yan face to face, raised her hand to support Qi Yan's face, and gently wiped away the tears hanging on Qi Yan's face, while her own tears kept flowing silently.  With.

    In the past three years, there has been a lot of backlog between them. This belated apology and hug are certainly an outlet for venting, but some things cannot be easily dealt with in one sentence. Both of them understand this truth in their hearts.

    Nangong Jingnu held Qi Yan's face and said softly: "Look at you, you are twenty-four years old and you are still crying like a child."

    Qi Yan bit her lip and replied in a muffled voice: "I feel uncomfortable."

    Nangong Jingnu couldn¡¯t help but chuckle, and then felt a sense of sadness: Maybe this person has not had a good life in the past three years, right?

    Nangong Jingnu: "Qi Yan"

    Qi Yan: "I'm here."

    Nangong Jingnu: ¡°Give me some more time.¡±

    Qi Yan: "Yes."

    Nangong Jingnu: "It's getting late, go to bed."

    Qi Yan tightened her arm around Nangong Jingnu's waist: "I want to sleep like this."

    Nangong Jingnu: "Okay."

    The storm outside the window is still continuing, and the two people in the room are sleeping hugging each other.

    After a dreamless night, Nangong Jingnu opened her eyes before dawn outside. Three years of morning life had made her no longer have the habit of sleeping in. She felt the arms on her waist and the sound of breathing coming from her ears. Nangong Jingnu opened her eyes.  The woman was in a daze for a while.

    She turned her head and saw Qi Yan sleeping soundly. Thinking of what happened last night, she smiled silently.

    Qi Yan has already submitted the application for leave, which was approved by himself, so Qi Yan does not need to go to court from now until the end of the college entrance examination, but he is different.

    Nangong Jingnu stared at Qi Yan for a moment, then gently pinched Qi Yan's wrist on her lower abdomen and moved the other person's arm away. She slowly got up and moved out of bed from Qi Yan's feet, and took out the clothes hanging on the screen.  After putting on his own clothes, he looked back at Qi Yan, who was still sleeping, and felt a sense of reluctance in his heart.

    So he gently sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the quilt for Qi Yan, raised his hand to touch the other person's forehead, tested the temperature before getting up and leaving.

    In Nangong Jingnu¡¯s mind, Qi Yan¡¯s health has always been bad. She was afraid that Qi Yan would get sick in the rain, but fortunately her temperature was normal.

    Nangong Jingnu didn¡¯t ask anyone to serve her. She freshened up briefly and then opened the door and walked out.

    The sound of the door closing was heard, and Qi Yan, who was "sleeping", opened her eyes, her eyes clear, without any sign of waking up.

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    The rain is still falling, and the rain has subsided slightly, but the sky is still gray, as if it will not clear up until all the rainwater accumulated in the dark clouds is poured out. There is a lot of water in the yard, and several teams of palace servants have begun to clean it.  Emerald green leaves were floating on the water, and many plants had been knocked off by heavy rains. It was obviously mid-summer, but it looked a bit desolate.

    Qiu Ju put the cloak on Nangong Jingnu: "It suddenly became cold overnight. I will go back to the main hall in a while and find some autumn palace clothes to prepare."

    Nangong Jingnu frowned slightly and raised her eyes again to look at the gray sky, feeling a bad premonition rising in her heart.

    This rain is so unusual. The rainy season in Kyoto is supposed to be in a month. The harvest season is approaching, so don¡¯t let anything happen again.

    Nangong Jingnu: "Tell the palace people not to disturb the prince-in-law's rest. I will send someone to the imperial hospital later to restore the prince-in-law's routine pulse."

    Qiu Ju: "Yes."

    Nangong Jingnu: "Let's go."

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    In the palace, Qi Yan was sitting on the bed, with the brocade quilt covering her knees, listening to the patter of rain.

    The remaining warmth in the seat next to her was dissipating. Qi Yan turned around and took a look. There were a few long black hair left on the vermilion satin on the jade pillow.

    Qi Yan stretched out her hand to pick up her hair on her fingertips, carefully coiled it in one place, stood up, took out the Pisces bag that she usually hung around her waist, and put her coiled hair in it.

    "Dudududu" a knock on the door came, Qi Yan held the Pisces bag in his hand, and a trace of alertness flashed in his eyes: "Who?"

    Qian Tong: "Master, are you ready? I, the little man Qian Tong, will help you change your clothes."

    Qi Yan does not need anyone to serve him in his daily life. Qian Tong knows this. The other person who said this must have something important to do with him.

    Qi Yan: "Come in."

    Qian Tong came to Qi Yan, knelt down on one knee and took out a wax-sealed envelope from his arms: "Master, a letter has arrived."

    Qi Yan took the envelope. There was no writing on the cover. He took out the letter and shook it open.It is almost ready to grow next year. Who would be willing to let good food go down the drain like this?

    The second is: Make a bet with God and pray that the rain will clear up soon. In this season, the sun will evaporate the excess water in a few days, and you can still have a good harvest.

    At the beginning of the founding of the Wei Kingdom, Nangong Rang implemented the national policy of cutting leeks - exchanging warehouse notes for salt for ten years. Under the temptation of huge profits and the government, farmers across the country were holding a few warehouse notes waiting to be exchanged.  , some families even sold part of their own land to buy it at a high price. However, Wei State implemented a "head tax", which levied taxes based on the number of people regardless of the number of acres of land per family.

    On the one hand, the land property has shrunk, and on the other hand, as the number of families has gradually increased over the past ten years, the amount of tax imposed on each household has become increasingly heavy.  Qi Yan spent three years visiting various places to listen to public opinion, and concluded that the majority of farmers in Wei State had been pushed to a critical point, so she gave Qian Yuan this order, preparing to put the last straw on Wei State.  in the court hall.

    But not now, at least until the current generation of students has established a firm foothold in the court and Qi Yan has accumulated enough voice.

    Perhaps the aging Nangong Rang himself has forgotten the national policy of "exchanging warehouse notes for salt". It is like a malignant sore attached to the flesh and bones of the Wei imperial court. Now this malignant sore has festered.  Nangong Jingnu, a female prostitute, will have to rely more on herself from now on, and only in "time of crisis" can she get "power". At that time that's when Qi Yan starts to bloodbath the court.

    Qi Yan: Taiwei's Mansion, Zhongshu Ling, the general in front of the palace and his family you all have to live until that time.

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    Today¡¯s update has arrived~ Wow.  Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or gave me the nutrient solution~

    Thank you to the little angel who threw [Grenade]: Yichuan, 1 silver coin;

    Thanks to the little angels who threw [landmines]: 5 himaro; 2 devil angels, light up the world; 1 free time, 3 crazy, please please, 7, deeplove, sandbear, madman, randomer, Ž•Žš1  indivual;

    Thank you to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

    60 bottles of Mu Qinghuan; 40 bottles of Yundanfengqing, Luochen; 30 bottles of 93#; 20 bottles of 21997467; nic 18 bottles; 15 bottles of Zhuizhuizhui; 10 bottles of Great Kindness, Xiaodu Piaopiao, and Smiling; Why is the king's heart paralyzed?  8 bottles; 7 bottles of Wu Xuyi; 5 bottles of Liu, Kunsa Villager, Monga, Devil Angel, Xiao Hei; 3 bottles of Duzhao, Sauce-fried Pineapple and Watermelon Peel;

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