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Something clicked in my heart, and the sourness spread all over my heart, and the hidden thoughts gathered into a river, torrenting endlessly. He was shocked and couldn't help supporting the city wall.

The generals at the side couldn't help but look at each other when they saw that the calm and wise emperor was so pale.

Xiao Fengming looked at the first line of words, and suddenly lost the courage to look down. All the voices faded away, and she didn't know where she was in a trance, and she still remembered her smiling like a flower, leaning against his arms, his hand covering hers, writing stroke by stroke on the snow-white paper.

At that time, the years were peaceful, and what he saw in his eyes was like a flower in his arms. His eyes were filled with a beautiful face, and it easily overwhelmed his whole world...

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Several generals approached cautiously and asked, "Your Majesty, what is written on it? Feng"

Xiao Fengming didn't say a word, and walked slowly along the city wall. The letter in his hand, as he walked, was like a butterfly in the wind in the end of summer. People with sharp eyes could only see that line of beautiful but slightly harsh words.

"Concubine Wushuang..."

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The head of the willow on the moon. Nie Wushuang wore a lotus-colored cloak and stood on the city wall, looking far north. There are war horses neighing faintly in the wind, and the centuries-old Xiongguan Pass has long been covered by mountains and mountains. What you see in front of you is nothing but great rivers and mountains, no gunpowder smoke, and no dead bones crying together.

How nice it would be if all this could be so easily forgotten.

Nie Wushuang smiled wryly, and Yang Zhi's considerate voice came from behind him: "Ma'am, it's very windy here."

Nie Wushuang turned around, looked at Yang Zhi, and asked lightly, "Is everything arranged?"

"It's all arranged." After Yang Zhi finished speaking, he frowned, and asked again: "Doesn't the empress need guards to follow?"

"No need." Nie Wushuang turned his head and looked to the north: "This time, it's just me and him."

"What if..." Yang Zhi's brows were full of worry: "What if the emperor..."

"Don't worry." Nie Wushuang interrupted him: "He's not that kind of person." She took a deep breath and looked at the sunset that was gradually fading: "Besides, what I brought this time is exactly what he wanted. .”

"What?" Yang Zhi couldn't help being surprised.

"Negotiate peace." Nie Wushuang turned around, his expression so calm that he didn't seem like a real person: "There is still surrender."

Yang Zhi was suddenly speechless.

...

The night is coming, and the moon is full again tonight, and the silver light is scattered everywhere, and the road under the feet can be illuminated almost without lights. Nie Wushuang sat in the bamboo sedan chair, looked at the bright moonlight, and meditated silently.

After a while, soft lights suddenly lit up in front of him. Nie Wushuang's gaze was drawn to him, and he saw guards with bowed heads standing on both sides of the dark road at some point. They didn't have swords in their hands, but only lanterns. The light of candles illuminated the night in front of them. The mountains and forests don't seem so scary anymore

Nie Wushuang's heart skipped a beat. Looking towards the end of the light, a tall and elegant figure stood faintly under the moon. All the moonlight seems to be inferior to the elegance around him.

She lowered her eyes and held her hands tightly in her long sleeves. The child in the womb seemed to feel the uneasiness and sadness of the mother, and kicked it slightly.

The pain and tiredness in my heart suddenly rushed out without warning. She held on tightly to the embroidered handkerchief in her hand, for fear that she would collapse in front of him like this...

It's getting closer, it's getting closer... Finally the bamboo sedan chair stops in front of him.

The light illuminates his profile, vaguely that is the calm and elegant man in the dream, he is always like this, with a strategy in mind, the world is just a game of chess in his mind.

A pair of Xiujie's hands reached out to her, Nie Wushuang recovered from his contemplation, looked up at him, then stretched out his hand to support Yang Zhi's hand, and got out of the sedan chair with difficulty.

The empty palms were left to dry in the cold night wind. Xiao Fengming looked at Nie Wushuang in front of him with a normal expression, but the faint beating of his forehead revealed the surging waves in his heart.

"Wushuang...greetings to the emperor." Nie Wushuang bowed slightly, looked at Xiao Fengming, and said indifferently: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for willing to meet Wushuang."

"You..." Xiao Fengming only said this one word, but couldn't find any words after that.

Nie Wushuang supported Yang Zhi's hand, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and exhaled: "Is the emperor standing like this and talking to Wushuang?"

She supported her sore waist, and said to him lightly: "Wu Shuang is tired."

A familiar voice, a face so familiar that she could describe it even when she closed her eyes, she stood in front of him, her brows were vague, and her complexion was like a white lotus under the moon. She is filled with a strong maternal love.

The previous resentment and hatred disappeared without a trace in her sentence. \u003c/p

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She is Nie Wushuang, she really is Nie Wushuang, not a dream, not that elusive trace in the dream of returning from a hundred battles.

His eyes were scorching hot, and thousands of words were stuck in his heart, but he couldn't speak. Xiao Fengming looked at her swollen abdomen, and his heart was already complicated. He turned around silently and led the way ahead.

One tent is not far away, in the wilderness, which is half the distance between Pojunling and Yingzhou City. He watched her walk very slowly and waited patiently in front.

The curtains were drawn down to block the cold night wind outside.

Nie Wushuang sat down awkwardly, and then looked around the tent. He arranged it very well, the lanterns on the road to guide the way, and the warm and fragrant tent, he must have spent a lot of thought.

Xiao Fengming sat opposite her with his robe lifted, his two eyes met under the lamp, and each of them couldn't help trembling in their hearts.

Nie Wushuang lowered his eyes and sighed in a low voice: "I haven't seen the emperor for a long time, but the emperor is still handsome."

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