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Nie Wushuang let out a long breath, but before he came back to his senses, he heard the sound of his every move and his suppressed cough that the thin wooden plank could not block at all.

With one sound, he coughed until his heart and lungs were about to vomit out. Nie Wushuang clutched the bed sheet tightly with his hands, a line of tears rolled down from the corner of his eyes, and the dark corner of his heart was crying out in pain. There is no sense of vengeance, not even the slightest joy.

The loving couple in the past are now close at hand but far away from each other. She was at a loss as to where the ups and downs of fate were going to push the two of them...

Gu Qinghong lit the faint oil lamp with a cough, she was familiar with his every action: he would blow out the flame, then fetch some water, wash his hands carefully, then take a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, or read a book in front of the oil lamp, or write a few lines. If he was really tired, he would close his eyes for a while and continue reading. This is a habit he developed in the cold window. At this time, she would secretly look at his straight nose and good-looking side face. Make him a cup of tea, sit in a corner where he can't see and mend clothes. Her female worker has always been bad, but she is obsessed with sewing clothes for him, and her shoes and socks are exhausted.

Every time the clothes are finished, he always smiles at her and puts them on. No matter how poorly she makes them, he will always say softly, Miss, you have worked hard.

...

Tears flowed on the pillow little by little, and a large area was wet in a blink of an eye. She cried quietly for a while, closing her eyes and not thinking about it anymore. Roll over into the bed. The poor-quality bed creaked as she turned, and it sounded very clearly in the dark.

After a while, Duk Tuk sounded on the wall, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

Miss, I'm sorry for disturbing you to rest. His gentle voice came from the next door, and he couldn't help coughing a few times after he finished speaking.

Nie Wushuang didn't move or make a sound. He paused: I'm taking the liberty.

The voice disappeared, Nie Wushuang closed his eyes, his nose moved slightly, and the tears that had stopped rolling down again...

...

The night seemed extraordinarily long. She sat up several times in a half-sleep and waking state. The vast darkness shrouded the small and dilapidated room. So bleak.

There was no sound next door, except for the slight sound of him turning over in the dark and the unconscious cough, she almost thought that she was just trapped in a bizarre nightmare.

Why is it not a dream? It seems that as soon as she wakes up, she is still the only young lady in Niewei City of Qi State, her eldest brother is still the young general who guards the northwest, the gentle second brother, and the naughty little brother. But I didn't feel half unfortunate.

If it wasn't for that spring outing to the Ten Mile Peach Blossom Forest outside Tianchan Temple, if she hadn't fallen in love with a man named Gu Qinghong...

She finally opened her eyes, staring at the darkness of nothingness, waiting for the light of the sky to gradually light up a corner of the horizon...

...

Early the next morning, Yang Zhi knocked on Nie Wushuang's door after washing up. When Nie Wushuang opened it, Yang Zhi was slightly startled. He saw her pale complexion and beautiful eyes. If it wasn't for the drooping eyelids, he would almost have thought he saw a coquettish and pale female ghost.

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

Yang Zhi signaled that he knew, and he served breakfast: Little sister, hurry up and eat, we have to hurry.

Nie Wushuang ate silently. At this moment, the sound of Gu Qinghong coughing and getting up from the next door came. Nie Wushuang dipped his fingers in the tea and wrote a line: How to get there?

Yang Zhi thought for a while, and wrote the word wait.

Nie Wushuang nodded, she was about to write to ask again. Suddenly, an urgent voice came from downstairs in the inn: Master Xiangguo, Lord Xiangguo...it's not good! It's not good!

The door next door opened with a bang, and Gu Qinghong shouted in a deep voice: What's the matter of panic? The person who shouted was his personal servant, Zhu Ying, who took a few steps up the stairs, panting and said: It's not good, Mr. Xiangguo, Ying... Prince Rui of Yingguo is here!

Nie Wushuang and Yang Zhi were startled, Nie Wushuang hastily dipped in the tea and quickly wrote: Why did he come?

Why did he come? At the same time, Gu Qinghong's doubtful voice came from outside the door.

Yang Zhi shook his head with a wry smile, and wrote down the word I don't know.

The villain doesn't know. Master Xiangguo... Zhu Ying wanted to say more, but Gu Qinghong had already walked down the stairs quickly. Nie Wushuang listened carefully, and sure enough, he heard the iron cavalry roaring like a rainstorm at the end of the long street, like a sudden heavy rain pouring down on a sunny day. It was shaking faintly.

There was a long hiss of a war horse, and the sound of thunderous iron hooves stopped in front of the inn.

There was no sound, and the entire inn suddenly fell silent.

After a while, Gu Qinghong's voice sounded, calm and unhurried, neither humble nor overbearing: It's been a few months since Ying Jingyi left, is His Highness Prince Rui coming here all right?

Nie Wushuang's heart rose to his throat.

A lazy voice came from downstairs: Oh, I thought who it was, it turned out to be Mr. Gu Xiangguo, sorry for your disrespect...

Xiao Fengqing chuckled after finishing speaking: It seems that Gu Xiangguo is very haggard.

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

Xiao Fengqing sneered: I still have something to do, excuse me! After he finished speaking, he took a few steps up the stairs, glanced at the three rooms, suddenly knocked on the door in the middle, and suddenly let out a long breath: This The king is coming, open the door!\u003c

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Nie Wushuang opened the door and stared blankly at Xiao Fengqing who was standing with the backlight. A halo shrouded his head. He was wearing a purple gold crown and a silver-white armor. On his black hair, his handsome face was wet with the morning dew, but his brows and eyes were bright. Smiling, he held her arm, and with a little force, he held her in his arms.

Fool, why did you come here? He held her in his arms tightly, as if he would never let go.

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There is one more later, those who can't wait can watch it tomorrow. Thanks! Feel sorry!

(This article is the first release of Hongxiu Tianxiang)