Shen Wanqing hesitated at Yan fan's door, but she didn't dare to knock.
The cold friction of armor overlapped with the sound of footsteps nowhere to be placed.
The door was suddenly opened. Shen Wanqing's footsteps were shocked. She quickly turned and looked at the people behind her.
Yan fan's face was pale. He pursed his lips and hobbled to Shen Wanqing.
He stretched out his hand and slowly touched the girl's cheek. His eyes looked at the girl nostalgically. He said gently, "go, I'll wait for you to come back."
Shen Wanqing noticed that Yan fan was a little different. She took Yan fan's hand, frowned and said, "what's the matter with your leg?"
Yan fan shook his head carelessly, "nothing..."
Seeing that Shen Wanqing had something to say, he continued, "well, go quickly. The soldiers are waiting for you."
He looked at Shen Wanqing tenderly and said softly, "I'm waiting for my general to return triumphantly."
The team was long and magnificent. Yan fan followed him all the way to the city wall. Looking at the disappearing team, he slowly took back his sight, devoutly and gently bowed his head and kissed the ring on his ring finger.
My general is invincible.
I will be your most loyal believer, and I don't need you to look at me, as long as I return safely.
He dragged his numb and stiff legs and slowly returned to the empress's house.
Still in the quiet room, Yan fan knelt skillfully in front of the Buddha. The agate arm beads in his hand turned, sandalwood overflowed in the house, and the crisp dripping sound of bathing came out.
If you want to protect all living beings, I will protect you.
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Surprisingly, the war lasted a whole year.
In a year, Yan fan could only communicate with Shen Wanqing in letters, which spread very slowly. Sometimes it took a month or two to receive a reply from the frontier.
On this day, Yan fan was carefully studying the letter sent by Shen Wanqing. He read it word by word. He knew every word, but no word could fascinate him with such thoughts.
His fingertips stroked the letter, his eyes full of nostalgia for tenderness.
Miss her so much
She said she was all right, detailing the boredom of the frontier war, and the little things she missed him
Yan fan slowly held the letter in his arms, and the whole person curled up together.
His face was pale, but his eyebrows were very gentle.
Come back
He can't hold on.
"Touch touch -"
Yan fan paused slightly, then got up slowly, put the letter flat in the envelope, and said plainly, "what's the matter?"
He came to the desk and opened the drawer. There was a full stack of letters. Looking at those letters, Yan fan's eyes filled with tenderness. He carefully and cherished the letter in his hand and put it in the drawer.
"Hui Zhengjun, your highness is back." the attendant at the door replied.
Yan fan's action of pushing the drawer suddenly stiffened. He couldn't believe it. Then the attendant saw that the door in front of him was pushed open rudely.
Before the attendant could react, he was grabbed by his dignified and calm Lord Zhengjun. "Where is your highness?"
The attendant was frightened. He seemed to be frightened, "at... At the door..."
Yan fan loosened his servant and quickly turned and left. At that moment, all the grace and reserve disappeared.
Yan fan ran. The distance between the backyard and the front yard was no more than Er, but now it is like eighteen thousand miles for Yan fan.