It stands to reason that they have one day to discuss and find out what reliable methods they can come up with. However, there are some problems that cannot be solved by giving enough time. Of course, it may be that the time is not long enough.
Bai Ya hadn't had a good rest for a long time. He just leaned back and fell into unconsciousness as soon as he touched the pillow. Liu Shenghan couldn't wake him up, so he complained: He is still as virtuous as before.
"Young Master Bai has indeed been busy these days. If I have time later, I will tell you slowly. How has Miss Jun been in Wu Kingdom these past few days?"
"Hey, that's what happened..."
The two girls chatted casually for a few words. Not long after, Aoyan also started to yawn. After all, after staying up all night, it is somewhat unreasonable to ask people to stay energetic the next day. They do this often, but they can't do it all the time. Liu Shenghan thought that was all, so he advised Aoyan to rest for a while. She went back to her guest room and closed her eyes.
Aoyan had a brief dream.
She held the familiar Mo Dao and stood on the familiar battlefield. She still looks like a child...is it a memory? She couldn't remember. After all, as a child, she was always lingering on the edge of the battlefield. Jun Aoyan suddenly realized that in the short period of time she lived with her father, she almost never dreamed again.
She shouldn't be involved in the war...at least not at this age in the dream.
But she was standing here, standing in a place that was always filled with noisy and sharp voices, the sound of weapons and the neighing of war horses. These sounds never stop for a moment, and are always accompanied by the smoke filling the sky. Where there is war, the sky will always be black, and thick smoke will fill every corner of the battlefield, squeezing out all the hidden and clean things in a person's heart and lungs. People on the battlefield have no humanity - even if they are driven to the battlefield by something called humanity.
People always have to give up a lot... and pick up some things that belong to them and do not belong to them in actions with different purposes but the same process. Aoyan could see herself, her little figure, and he followed her like a ghost behind her, her eyes always staying on her childhood self. In the dream, Xiao Aoyan felt a headache. She held the knife and shuttled between the light and shadow of the sword at a loss.
Every step she took was very light, so light that she could only leave thin footprints on the muddy battlefield. A shallow layer of red blood was squeezed out of the moist soil, and slowly seeped back into the squeezed land. Whose territory is this? The soldiers must know it, know it deeply. But Aoyan knew nothing. Whether it's her when she was young or what she is today.
She just felt the blood burning in her veins.
The sound of the trumpets was harsh, the howls of the charge were incomprehensible, and the beating of the war drums only caused a moment of distraction. These things...these things used to boost morale seemed so unnecessary to her ears.
She only cares about the killing itself, and has always been so.
"I" is different. To be different is to be abnormal.
She had lied to Liu Shenghan, she realized. But he was so skillful when he said those words that he didn't reveal any flaws. Only she clearly remembered that the joy of meeting again after a long separation was quickly worn away by time, and the education-oriented approach of the older generation once again occupied her ears. She knew that she wanted to find her father and make her father safe, even if her blood was completely different from her own. The long-term eagerness, anxiety, uneasiness, and expectation before this were all real. But after that, it is also true that he never tires of preaching.
They had quarreled, though only once. Just don't talk about this topic for the rest of the time - now is a special period, and the more brave and skillful you are, the greater your hope of survival. If it weren't for these things supporting her, she wouldn't even be alive and wouldn't be in front of Jun Luanjiu. He actually used that same excuse again? The old thing is really stubborn.
She was a little disappointed. She wanted to prove something - proving that this eagerness to fight always has its benefits.
But her father would actually rather she didn't have this kind of enthusiasm, didn't get this kind of benefit, and didn't need to come to him.
It wasn't that Jun Luanjiu actually told her, but she wasn't stupid and could feel it. The father and daughter drank and sang together all night, and she could really drink the old man into a stupor. Aoyan also remembered that she was actually not sober at that time, but when she woke up the next day, her mind was filled with all her old father's drunken nonsense. She wasn't excited or complaining, but the inexplicable worry and sadness lingered in her heart, lingering and lingering. She was sure that it was definitely not a hallucination caused by her drinking too much.
She wasn't normal - but her father wanted her to be normal. What is normal? Did he turn his head and shrink back when facing the tall guards when he came to the gate of Wu Kingdom? Did you give up the idea of looking for a relative as soon as you first set foot in the chaotic and confusing land of Jiutian Kingdom? Or when he was entrusted with an important task by the court... No, he would not report it to the court in the first place, he would shrink back after hearing the endless rumors, or he would spend his boring life quietly and fully. A life... in regret?
In regret?
Is this what normal people look like?
Is this what Jun Luanjiu wants her to look like?
At that time, she could no longer remember how she picked up the heavy Mo Dao and how she split the armored and fully armed war horse into two. I don’t know if I can still do it now. It should be possible... The power brought by a momentary impulse alone is not enough to sustain her long-term enthusiasm. Or is this impulse always buried deep in his soul, ready to come out?
In fact, her father didn't want to let her go with Bai Ya and the others... She knew it. But soldiers and Jianghu people all pay attention to the word "righteousness". Jun Luanjiu doesn't even want her to be an ordinary person who can hide in peace and happiness without any burden in order to protect herself. Of course Ao Yan is not. Rather, the general does not want his daughter to become such a person. But loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness are things that are tied together. How can he teach himself to separate them?
In the dream, I was so young.
The Mo Dao is so heavy.
The war uses blood as fuel, pulling out a red and hot curtain. Figures were moving back and forth among them, some rushed forward and some fell down. She knew nothing but that this was a dream, and that dreams would eventually wake up.
She feels very hot...
The noisy voice never let go of him even when he was half asleep and half awake, and the heat wave brought by the flames was so real that it was suspiciously real. Jun Aoyan opened her eyes in a daze, climbed up from the bed and looked outside the room, only to find that the sky was still gray and full of smoke.
She was mostly energetic.
She immediately rolled off the bed, hurriedly picked up her shoes, grabbed the Mo Dao and rushed out the door. Liu Shenghan was not in the room, so she opened Bai Ya's door and found that he was not there either. It was very hot here, and she was sweating without even taking two steps, as if she was back in summer. As soon as she rushed downstairs, she found countless guards and maids hurriedly carrying buckets and running noisily in one direction. The scene was chaotic, and she looked anxiously in the direction they were running. It was not far from me, and there was thick smoke billowing from it.
——It is the Queen Mother's palace.
A clumsy little palace maid was carrying a heavy bucket, and most of the water had been spilled. The slippery ground caused her to fall over, and she was covered in mud. She wiped her face and got up crying. Jun Aoyan picked her up like a chicken.
"What's wrong?! What happened?"
"It's on fire!" she yelled, "The Queen Mother's palace is on fire... Wuwu, the Queen Mother and the Queen Mother are still inside, and everyone has to put out the fire. Wuwuwu, the Imperial Preceptor and the Imperial Preceptor haven't..."
"Where is your Majesty?"
"Your Majesty has been stopped, she is about to rush in... Wuwuwu..."
The real situation is much more stressful than the dream. Should she be grateful that this turn of events is not so sudden? she does not know. Aoyan let go of her hand, and the little palace maid picked up the bucket and went back to get water again. She ran all the way over and felt that the hot air made the metal in her hands start to feel hot. She wondered if it was an illusion.
Jun Aoyan ran to the palace and saw Bai Ya's figure among the bustling crowd. He probably just woke up and rushed over there. Liu Shenghan was at the front. She looked around anxiously, but she couldn't get close. She was stopped outside by the guards, and beside her was His Majesty Qiu Weiyu, who was still crying.
She must see her mother. It was really difficult for her, she was obviously still young. Aoyan's eyes immediately turned back to Bai Ya and found that he had already stepped sideways onto the palace wall and flew over the crowd with his skilled Qinggong. Like a nimble black swallow, he flew over the heads of the guards, broke through the billowing black smoke, and got into the Queen Mother's palace. He was so fast, as if he had wings, that people didn't even see clearly what he was, and he ducked into the dangerous forbidden area.
"Shinghan!" she shouted loudly.
Liu Shenghan, who was originally coaxing His Majesty, immediately turned around and took two steps in her direction. Jun Aoyan squeezed her way through the crowd and pulled her to the other side where the crowd was slightly sparser.
"Was it...Old Bai just now? He, he just rushed in like that?"
"It should be... it was too fast, I didn't see it clearly." Liu Shenghan frowned. The firelight illuminated her usually bloodless face with a warm red color.
Jun Aoyan looked at the location of the fire and also frowned.
"Why did it suddenly catch fire..."
"Perhaps the palace lady was negligent. Coal splashed onto the wood."
"But, look at the intensity of the fire -" Ao Yan was rarely so calm, "it didn't start directly from the Queen Mother's room."
As she was talking, she suddenly saw a black shadow break out of the window. People were startled at first, then immediately gathered around. Bai Ya succeeded. He risked his life to rescue the sleeping Queen Mother from the fire. As soon as he put the Queen Mother down, there was chaos again, and some people hurriedly gathered around her, including Your Majesty. They gathered around the Queen Mother and prepared to carry her elsewhere. Bai Ya turned around, took advantage of the chaos to squeeze out of the crowd, and turned to the direction of the two girls who were about to walk towards him.
With ashes on his face, he strode over and brushed off the fire on one arm.
Liu Shenghan just stepped forward, but he violently opened her door.
Bai Ya pushed hard on her left shoulder, causing her center of gravity to become unstable and she fell backwards. In shock, Jun Aoyan immediately supported Shenghan with a puzzled look on his face. She looked at Bai Ya in disbelief and exclaimed:
"Are you crazy?!"
Bai Ya spat and ignored her, staring at Liu Shenghan.
"Did you set the fire?"
Liu Shenghan slowly opened his mouth, like cold fire spreading on his lips.
