The carriage stopped outside the mansion gate, and Han'er and Luzhu got off the carriage with a lot of things in their arms and entered the already quiet courtyard.

Although Han'er was a little weird when preparing for her marriage, she was obviously very concerned. Even the clothes the maid wore and the patterns that day had to suit her wishes. She forced the shopkeeper of the cloth shop to kneel down and then went home with satisfaction.

Han'er is only one year older than Yutang and Luzhu. Since he put down everything after the war, Han'er has changed a lot and looks more and more like a girl. He is naturally cold and serious and can't change it. Even if he is very happy, he still gently curled the corners of his mouth and kept smiling. He has been wearing a monochrome skirt for many years, and now he has changed into a popular jacket, light-colored top, scarlet pleated skirt, and beautiful hair. If it weren't for the sword hanging across his waist, he would have looked like a graceful and delicate lady.

Han'er can't put on makeup, and now she has to pull Luzhu to teach her how to dress up every morning. Her red lips are like vermilion. Although many Black Yuwei's faces are full of strangeness, she doesn't care. After being a cold-faced judge for so long, she has to change back to be a little woman.

Luzhu held a pile of fabrics, smiled shyly and didn't say much, but just kept secretly glanced at Han'er, then smiled and lowered her head.

Han'er frowned slightly, thought about it, then relaxed his serious expression and said calmly:

"What's the matter?"

Luzhu bit her lip lightly and brewed her, then said softly:

"Sister Han'er looks like she is, well... her mind is unpredictable... She just talked to the shopkeeper of the cloth shop, and she was not fierce at the moment, which made the shopkeeper laugh and sweat for a while, and she didn't know what to say..."

Han'er blinked, not caring at all: "What do they do?"

After passing through the corridor and coming to the back house, Han'er looked at the sky. Before it was time to go to bed, she came to Cao Hua's courtyard with Lu Zhu holding the fabric and asked Cao Hua to take advice.

I passed by the study and looked at it, and there was no one.

Luzhu pushed the door directly into the bedroom, about to call out "Young Master", but she didn't expect to see Yu Tang's knees pressed on her shoulders and being pressed by her master, and was under the unbearable impact of her thin body.

Smack-

The fabric fell to the ground.

Luzhu's face slowly turned red, and then turned red from red to purple, standing in a snail place, not knowing what to do.

Han'er followed in calmly. In a blink of an eye, she screamed with a "Ah--" and turned her back and blushed to her ears. She said anxiously and embarrassedly: "Young Master...you...you are a chromogen!" After that, she threw away the fabric and hurried out of the door.

Luzhu was so bored for a while, hesitated for a moment, turned around and quietly closed the door.

A little while, some chirping sounds came:

"I'm not ashamed, aren't you young? Why are you young? Sister Han'er thought you were going to die of old age in the house..."

"You are not ashamed, go out...I...I didn't bother you last time...I'm so embarrassed..."

"I should watch out for the night today..."

"Don't make noise, let's sleep together..."

"Young Master...unfair..."

"It's fair, you just started rolling around without doing anything..."

"It hurts~ I can't help it..."

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The moonlight is quiet.

Han'er sat behind the desk in her study and heard the slightest words coming from the next courtyard. Her face turned red and white. She stood up and closed the window, and then she was a little clearer.

Leaning against the window, the flames of the oil lamp on the desk were shaking, and all kinds of things in the room fell into your eyes.

Four rows of bookshelf occupy most of the room, and all the matters she has handled over the years are neatly listed. There is a row of booklets on the bookshelf at the forefront, recording every bit from what I remember to today. The rest of the place is filled with various weapons. Although she only knows how to use swords, she still wants to be as omnipotent as the young master and learn secretly, but unfortunately she never dares to take it out.

Stepping on—

Embroidered shoes stepped on the ground and walked to the bookshelf.

Han'er took out a booklet in front and looked through it. It was full of:

The adoptive father said:...

The young master said:...

After closing it, I took out the booklet behind it.

What the adoptive father and the young master gradually became what the young master said alone, detailed and detailed, and densely filled with records of every day, every hour, and every word worth remembering.

It's just a diary, but it's not like it, because after all the booklets were flipped out, there was no word she said.

Han'er stood and looked at it for a long time and read all the booklets. In fact, she didn't have to read them. The things recorded in the booklets were also recorded in her heart.

If you think about the little things of the past twenty years, she seems to have no memory. She does things for her adoptive father and for her young master. She only did these two things since she was a child, and spent the rest of her time practicing martial arts and trying hard to catch up with her young master.

The dim light was printed on the side face. Han'er thought about it for a long time, and her eyes were full of emotions, as if she was hesitating any more.

It was not until late at night that the whole of Bianjing seemed to be silent that she made up her mind.

Han'er slowly walked back to the desk and sat down. He picked up the brush, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and then wrote a sentence carefully on the booklet at hand:

Han'er said: The young master is a leukographer.

After writing, Han'er collapsed on the chair with relief, as if she had accomplished a very important and important thing. Looking at the lines of completely different handwriting, she curled her lips and smiled, with two sweet dimples on her face...

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The autumn wind is drifting.

In the wilderness, tens of thousands of soldiers and horses camped a hundred miles away from Bianjing, and the "Shu"-shaped flag fluttered in the wind.

Xie Yijun turned over the horse, wore a red dress and rushed in the wind, and rushed to the official road leading to Bianjing alone. Before leaving, she looked back at the countless soldiers who were seeing him off.

From the day she left Shu Road alone at the age of fourteen, she embarked on a different path than ordinary women.

She can do everything a man can do, and she can do what a man cannot do.

With the heart of the world, benevolence and righteousness are unparalleled.

Seeing the incompetence and greed of the Song Dynasty court, she made a fortune in the world with a woman, and entered Shu and became one of the rebels with the highest rewards from the Song Dynasty.

If there were no accidents, her future route should be to accumulate strength in Western Shu, and to raise an army with Fang La to destroy Song, and then compete for the Central Plains to conquer a world that truly makes the decision for the people.

Unfortunately, an accident happened.

She was a rouge tiger, and the woman who stood at the top of the Song Dynasty in any aspect was actually deceived by a stinky scholar, and she lost everything to the point of being jealous of a group of ladies in the official family. It was ridiculous to think about it.

However, I don't regret it.

Xie Yijun was single and galloping on the official road, with her eyebrows and eyes full of smiles.
Chapter completed!