430 Please marry

kissed the tip of her nose, held her forehead, and said in a spoiled and aggrieved tone: "I am. I'm tossing and turning over there, and I can't sleep. It always seems that something is missing. As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard you crying, so I hurried over..."

He turned to bed and hugged her carefully: "It's still good, peace of mind..."

He sighed contentedly, closed his eyes, and breathed smoothly for a while.

Luo Wener stared at Chengchen, and his soft words stirred ripples in the bottom of his heart and gradually calmed down. Then, a pair of gloomy eyes emerged...

"Amo, when I leave the garden, I always feel that there is a pair of eyes looking at us behind me..."

He stopped breathing, but did not open his eyes, but approached her and was careful not to touch her wound: "Fool, if there is really someone, even if it is a ghost, can't I feel it?"

The kiss gently touched her eardrops: "There are so many things today. No wonder you think so much. Go to sleep, I promise that no matter what happens in the future, I won't let you be left alone..."

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Qian Yumo did what she said. Although she needed to rest for seven days, he still moved here.

As the state lord, it seems very inappropriate to sleep in a small room where female officials live. Hu Lun muttered, but he couldn't change his decision.

Every night, Qian Yumo squeezed into a small ** with her, hugged her, and tried not to touch her as much as possible. As a result, he made a dark circle under his eyes in a few days.

However, Luo Wener has never had a nightmare again.

Maybe Qian Yumo was right. She was stimulated that day, so she was confused. So he gradually relaxed, and as the injury gradually recovered, the panic and doubts brought by the nightmare finally dissipated.

However, Qian Yumo became more and more depressed. He often worried that he would tie a rope around her waist in case he could not find her one day, or he would open a big net above the palace to prevent her from flying away.

She was surprised by his imagination, but was he too worried? Since you have promised to be with him, why is there still a lot of worry?

So now it's her to comfort him and allow him to dominate her like a koala every night.

Of course, every time, he always has additional requirements, and after such a storm, the relationship between the two becomes closer and closer.

Now it's only separated by a piece of window paper... Either it's broken or...

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Time slipped into the midsummer of 1903.

The sun is like fire, and the cicadas are loud.

Qian Yumo was worried that Luo Wener couldn't sleep well and asked Hu Lun to stick the cicadas, but Luo Wener said that it was rare for them to call for a while, so let them go.

Qian Yumo also went with them.

Hu Lun curled his lips and looked at the master's day. What did he say? Is there any majesty of the country?

However, holding the small freezing point made by Luo Wen'er, he was embarrassed to express his opinion, especially when the master gave him a wink...

Isn't it time for lunch break again? Don't you just want to be intimate with Shang Yi again? Don't you think I'm in the way?

Hu Lun sucked his nose.

However, it hasn't been a day or two since the master forgot his servant. Now even Luo Wen'er is a little better to him. The master's nose is not his nose and eyes are not his eyes. He has to scrape him back and forth with his steel knife-like eyes, as if to blow up the bottom of his heart. Why is he so miserable?

The master has begun to cough. Hu Lun had to flatten his mouth and hold the freezing point to comfort him... His heart was also cool and silently retreated.

The people around the palace also retreated.

Qian Yumo said that everyone had gone far away, cleared his throat, lost the book in his hand, and stretched out: "I'm so sleepy! Isn't Shang Yi tired?"

Luo Wener was lying in front of the case and picked up the memorial and traced red.

It's been hot recently, and people are also anxious, so she plans to use the post to calm down.

And the cicada is so loud that she can't sleep. On the contrary, she is bored. What's more, how can she not know what's thinking in his heart?

So he didn't raise his head: "I want to practice calligraphy well. Who made some people always laugh at my ugly words?"

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, I'm the only one watching..." After thinking about it... No. Suddenly serious: "Who do you want to show your calligraphy so well? I heard that Lu Ju handed you a note yesterday. What does it say? What are you going to do back? What a Lu Ju, as soon as he was promoted, he wanted to seduce the lonely woman. Look at me..."

A paper ball flew towards him, and he patted it away with a fan. He was about to open his mouth when another paper ball roared.

"Okay, I just got someone's love token, and I want to murder my own husband. I can't live this life!"

shouting at him, Luo Wener couldn't laugh or cry.

In fact, Lu Ju asked someone to pass something to her yesterday, but it was not a note, but a fan.

Lu Ju was the 14th scholar last year. The results may not be very good, but it may be that he often play on the spot, and after serving as Si Zhilang, his talent gradually becomes apparent. Qian Yumo loved his talent in order to encourage many new officials to promote him as a thrift.

Lu Ju felt the grace and was dedicated to repaying it, but she was born in poverty, so she bought a good folding fan with her salary since she became an official, and thought about what words to write to make Wang Shang happy, so she came to please her.

The palace man in charge of passing said it clearly, but he didn't know why he was misinterpreted by Qian Yumo.

No wonder, whenever he wants to be jealous, he is always brainless, angry, and develops a bad temper. He has to coax her to be quiet. But now she suspects that he did it on purpose!

So resolutely don't be fooled.

Qian Yumo made trouble for a while. Seeing that she refused to come over, he fell on the lotus couch and turned his back to her.

Luo Wener pretended not to be gone, combined with the memorial just now, and took another copy.

In fact, such a miscellaneous practice as her has little benefit, but it's just to pass the time.

Qian Yumo seemed to be really asleep. Under the sound of cicadas, the hall seemed to be particularly quiet.

Luo Wener couldn't help yawning and changed the book with tears.

This is a memorial on the red cover, which is mostly used for words.

Qian Yumo did not object to her interference in political affairs. In fact, he has always been doing political affairs. She just assisted him based on her knowledge gained from history or modernity.

Maybe she is arrogant to help. In fact, she should be opportunistic, but she just took advantage of the traveler.

Life in the palace is boring. In addition to browsing the "Beijing Caiyun" smuggled in, which makes her understand the life that is separated by the palace wall but seems to be separated by the world, and recalling the fullness and bustle of the past, reading the memorials has become her greatest pleasure.

Because this can not only understand the customs, large and small matters of the boundless, vassal states, and even the whole Celestial Empire, but also can also see the interests and contradictions between people and countries, and some of them are extremely narrative, which is simply a " The colorful rhyme of the capital.

It's just that today she was sleepy and didn't pay attention to what was written on it. She only felt that the words on this memorial were strong and windy, which would definitely refresh her mind when used to copy.

So he dipped in ink and continued to work hard.

She only paid attention to how to imitate the pen-shaped god until the word "cloud descendant" appeared on the paper of the orchid.

The spirit seems to be as fierce as being poured by ice water. At another look, the word "Saint" is below.

There was a cool breeze blowing in the hall, and the mackerel rolled up and fell to the ground... Is it going to rain?

She picked up the memorial and read it word by word...

...The two are in love with each other, and I beg the king to marry...

His eyes fell stiffly on the inscription and the seal of that side.

In fact, when she saw the "cloud saint", she couldn't help checking the signature.

She has never seen the word Qianyuyi, but she has seen the seal that belongs to the Wing King many times.

Qian Yuyi once took this seal and told her that when he was fighting on the battlefield, he learned that the court had sealed him as the wing king. And he has to continue to fight and has no time to return to Beijing to receive the seal. So the court sent the treasure seal and the golden book and announced the imperial edict.

Just when he received the reward, a dark arrow suddenly shot straight to the center of his eyebrows.

He blocked it casually... The arrow brushed the seal and nailed it to the pillar behind him.

This seal saved his life, but a small piece was missing in the lower right corner.

The person who came to announce the decree thought it was ominous and wanted to get it back and replace it.

He doesn't care, because...

At that time, he only said that a broken corner, and the words were still complete, so there was no need to do anything more. However, Luo Wener thought to herself that he didn't take this seal seriously at all, did he? Because what he wants is not the title of the world at all.

And now, the seal on the memorial is missing the lower left corner.

crescent shape.

Although it is missing, it is more dazzling than the bright red seal.

She stared at the missing for a moment, and didn't find that the person lying on the lotus couch turned around and stared at her for a moment...

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Qian Yumo watched her put down the memorial and walked out of the hall smoothly. Her back was as usual, delicate but straight.

He looked straight at the back disappearing at the door of the palace.

The wind blew in the long open coral window, blew in the half-open door, blowing the ramps of the hall, and the tinkling silver garlic into an anxious silence.

It's going to rain...

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Qian Yumo looked at the empty hall for a long time and suddenly rushed out...

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"Clouds, clouds..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Luo Wen'er did not go far. She stood by the porch pillar, holding the railing, and sliding down on the eaves watching the rain.

"You put that memorial there on purpose, didn't you?"

She did not look back, and a sentence after a long silence was also submerged in the torrent of rain, so that he did not seem to hear it.

He just stepped forward and wrapped his slender body in his arms.

She stayed so quietly, looking at the rain curtain that isolated everything, without struggling or resisting.

But he knew that the distance between her and him had never been so far away.