Yan Xiaoqian sat upright in front of the desk, and there were many brush calligraphy she had just written on it. During the cold palace, she developed the habit of writing to kill time. Now she was extremely anxious. She was in the city tower during the day to discuss the siege with his generals. Yan Xiaoqian understood very well that he intended to tell her. This time he brought her here and asked her to see with her how he defeated Xiang Wudi! He had said this to her several times.

After returning from the city tower, Zhaketu went straight to the military tent to discuss tomorrow's siege, and she was escorted back to the temporary palace by guards. Yan Xiaoqian, who had already written the word "家" in the palace for two hours, did not feel any tiredness. She didn't know what she was writing on the paper, but just kept writing mechanically, one by one.

"Are you just worried about him that way?"

Zaktu roared in anger. He was standing behind Yan Xiaoqian at some point, and Yan Xiaoqian, who was thinking about his concerns, did not realize when he came in, and did not know why he was so angry with her now! She did nothing!

"What?"

Yan Xiaoqian was a little confused. He didn't know who the "he" he was referring to was!

Zhaketu looked at her with a confused look on her face, so angry that he immediately walked up and tore all the words she had just written in front of her desk. Why did he lose his temper at the words she wrote? Yan Xiaoqian, who was unsure, looked down at the paper on the ground. If he didn't read it, his heart immediately became tight. It turned out that the paper she had just written just now had only the words "Xiang Wudi". No wonder he was so angry. I don't know what to do at this time Yan Xiaoqian had to stay aside and watch him lose his temper, and didn't dare to say more.

"Do you care about him very much? Then tomorrow's Lianlian will let you see what means the Lianlian will use to deal with him. Lianlian will let him die without a burial place!"

"Bang"

After tearing all the paper on the table, Zaktu, who had not yet relieved his anger, finally slapped the book to pieces with excitement. Looking at the table facing the side, he left angrily.

"I didn't mean it! I just worried about him! He is my husband, I don't worry about anyone's concern!..."

Seeing his departure back, Yan Xiaoqian began to mutter. She didn't notice what she wrote on the paper just now. Her thoughts were all on tomorrow's battle. Of course, she was mainly worried about Xiang Wudi! Because he was her husband! Zaktu was only the princess's husband, and she was not the princess, and she was not his concubine!

The sky outside gradually darkened, and after leaving Zhaketu, he never came back. Yan Xiaoqian sat quietly in front of the window. It was early spring now, and the weather was still particularly cold, but she was so angry that she pushed the window away. She didn't care about the beautiful sunset outside the window. Her arms were on the window, and her head was on her arms, allowing the bitter spring breeze to blow on her handsome face, and what she thought about was tomorrow's battle. This bad battle seemed to be impossible. I don't know how many people would bleed and sacrifice tomorrow, and how many families would lose their father, husband, brother, and son! Will Xiang Wudi, the person she loved, be injured? The clouds of sorrow quietly floated on her face, and she looked into the distance, as if there was the answer she was looking for, just staring at it in a daze!

Before he knew it, the sun in the east had dawn, revealing its warm red face, and a vague sound of screams came, while Yan Xiaoqian still maintained a posture and a look like a wooden sculpture. She was just waiting, waiting, waiting...!

It was not until noon that Zhaketu came in from the gate of the courtyard, and there was no joy on his face, because their siege was not successful today. Xiang Wudi led his generals to fight to the death. His army failed to attack the city several times, and there were still many casualties. He had no choice but to roar the gong to stop the troops. Unexpectedly, he was not good at going out. After getting angry in the central army tent, he returned to the temporary palace. As soon as he entered the gate of the courtyard, he saw her beautiful round face revealing the window. At this time, her little face was a rosy and rosy person. Could it be that she already knew that he had returned without success, so she was waiting to laugh at him here? Zhaketu, who was angry, was even more angry at this time, and he rushed into the house with anger.

"You shameless bitch, what are you doing here!"

The anger that had not dissipated in the Central Army's tent broke out again at this time, his anger turned red and his eyebrows were falling!

"Bitch! Why are you? You said!"

After a while, Zaktu saw that Yan Xiaoqian was still in her posture and did not change at all because of his arrival. She still looked down on him. Did she begin to look down on him now? Didn’t he take him seriously anymore? Zaktu, who was extremely angry, stepped forward and grabbed her arm, wanting her to look directly at him, but when he pulled Yan Xiaoqian’s arm, she turned to him.

"Come here! Pass it to the imperial doctor!"

There were bursts of urgent shouts from Zaktu from the house.

In the mist, Yan Xiaoqian began to be unable to tell the direction. There was a thick fog around her. The fog was so big that she could not see the scenery in front of her. She could only open her arms and grop forward. She didn't know where this place or where she was going. She just walked forward mechanically and tentatively.

"Xiaoqian! Wake up quickly! The little goldfish at home have already laid more than ten small fish cubs! Your favorite lotus flowers are already blooming! Wake up! I miss you so much! I have something good to say to you!...Xiaoqian!"

There were bursts of men's crying sounds in his ears. Although the voice was not loud, Yan Xiaoqian could hear clearly. Who was calling her and who was it? Why was this person's voice so familiar? She called her "Xiaoqian". She hadn't heard others calling her that for a long time. Moreover, the voice of this man was so familiar that she could not help but look for the sound.

The fog was still so thick, but the man's voice still did not stop. After she heard his crying, she began to feel sad. This man was so infectious that Yan Xiaoqian's tears were circling in her eyes. Her heart began to become more and more anxious. The voice gradually approached and became clearer. Yan Xiaoqian excitedly ran forward a few steps and saw it. She finally saw. Not far away, she vaguely saw a person's image. Because the fog was too big, she could only see his blurry figure. As for his appearance and his outline, she did not see it.

"I'm here! I'm here! Zhiming! I'm here!..."

After Yan Xiaoqian saw the familiar figure, she blurted out "Zhiming". Yes! The familiar figure should be Li Zhiming, Li Zhiming, and that person is Zhiming, it is him! Yan Xiaoqian moved her hands and shouted excitedly while running towards him.

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