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Chapter 758 Missing Other Men

Chang Qianfo has the habit of reading medical books for a while before going to bed.It's just that I was restless today, so I turned two pages and gave up.Leaning over to put out the bedside lamp, I saw a shadow shaking slightly on the felt carpeted floor in front of the door.

The door opens a line.

Mu Dianke only wore a white coat, hugged a big buckwheat core pillow, and squeezed in through the crack of the door.In the end, he peeked through the crack of the door and glanced out, and closed the door carefully, as if he were a thief.

Chang Qianfo laughed.

He was actually a little distressed.

Mu Dianke is taller among females, but she has always suffered from body problems, she is very thin, she looks like a small person, with only a pillow, half of her body is tightly covered from sight.

A slapped face appeared above the pillow, with a pointed chin, so pitiful and cute that it made people feel distressed.

Chang Qianfo lifted his leg and wanted to move into the big bed, but Mu Dian was in a hurry, so he stopped him quickly: "Don't move! You will hurt again if you move, I'll go inside."

She handed the buckwheat pillow to Chang Qianfo, while she bowed her waist and crawled over him, being careful not to let herself be crushed on him.

In summer, the clothes are thin, and the full curved hip line and the thin waist are shown under the tight-fitting clothing material, which is in sharp contrast.

A waterfall of soft blue hair that originally covered her back spread out restlessly, hanging and dangling beside her ears, scratching the itch in Chang Qianfo's palms and neck in a cool way.

Chang Qianfo's throat tightened, thinking of Mo Cangcang's complaints during the day, it was indeed unbearably hot.

Mu Dian didn't realize it, he lay down and snuggled over.

"Do you want to read again?" she asked.

Changqian Buddha was suffering in his heart and couldn't say: If he can still read the book now, he is really a saint.

"Don't watch." Chang Qianfo leaned forward a little, put out the lamp on the desk, and deliberately turned his body to Mu Dianke when he lay down. Had a nightmare?"

Mu Dianke shook his head.

"Can't sleep," she said, pushing against him again.Afraid that his hands and feet would hurt him again, he just put a slender arm around his waist and hugged him, his face was slightly cool, and pressed against his hot neck, "My mind is in a mess, I always think about things from the past .Being next to you makes me feel more at ease."

Most of the things in the past were unpleasant, and there were many tragic ones.

Chang Qianfo felt distressed, turned his face slightly, and rubbed against Mu Dianke's skull back and forth.With a swipe of the big hand, without a swipe, it straightened out her loose and messy black hair, and stroked it all the way to the back of the waist.

"Well, I can't sleep either." His voice was soft, half discussing, half coaxing, "Then we two talk?"

"Okay." Mu Dianke responded by moving his head.

In fact, I don't know where to start.

Those who invade in the middle of the night are mostly unwilling to face, let alone inhumane.

The two just cuddled each other silently, hearing each other's heartbeat and breathing, and feeling the warmth of each other's body through the clothes.

There is the moon outside the window, and you are beside me, so it is very good.

"I thought of... Jin Yanchen." Mu Dianke said suddenly.

Chang Qianfo told her to put herself on fire, she was feeling very uncomfortable, and when she suddenly heard her talking about Jin Yanchen again, she felt a little sour in her heart.

It's not really annoying.

Anyway, the many years of entanglement between Mu Dianke and Jin Yanchen cannot be erased, and he is not a chicken, so he insists on holding on to the past.

"Mmm," he responded with a hoarse and deep voice, indicating that he was listening.After thinking about it, he was still unhappy, so he raised his hand and pinched Mu Dianke's waist lightly.

"I remembered when he used to say that he wanted to be an upright hero, a good man... I walked with him both before and after, knowing that his wish was true and why he became what he is today. It's not to excuse him, it's just... a little sad."

Mu Dian was really sad, otherwise he wouldn't have said these things to Chang Qianfo.

It wasn't just her who was sad.

The last surviving blood of Kinmen finally chose to embark on a road of no return: abandoning the glory of their fathers and grandparents, and stood against the martial arts and even all the people of the Southern Dynasties.

Those who used to work for Jinmen and put a clear ideal on this surname will probably be sad, right?
"Before he took this path, he must have thought about the price to pay." Chang Qianfo said: "He has made a decision, so he can accept any result."

"But it's really hard for me to accept."

Mu Dian was a little choked up: "The evildoers put on the robe of justice to protect themselves, and revenge became wrong. Then what have I been doing for the past ten years? It's like a big dream. When I wake up, I find that everything is wrong. It's empty, I can't catch anything... I don't know where to go."

Chang Qianfo hugged Mu Dianke tightly, bowed his head and kissed her forehead.

"If you can't figure it out, let it go first." He comforted him patiently, "There are many times in a person's life that he is powerless, and because of powerlessness, it will breed remorse, remorse, and pain. But people always have to ask for help." If you go forward, you have no choice but not to entangle and not to look back. When you go far enough, and then look back, you will find that most of them have long been invisible——those things that have troubled you deeply have been given away by the years. Answer."

Mu Dianke suddenly smiled.

Chang Qianfo couldn't help asking: "What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at someone who is sometimes as naive as a child. But when he tells me the truth, he becomes an old man again."

"Did you dislike me?" Chang Qianfo said with a laugh, and pinched her waist dissatisfied with his hand.

"No." Mu Dianke turned around to hide, and leaned into his arms again, "I like the old man, and so do the old children. Anyway, it's you, whatever you want."

Chang Qianfo loves to listen to her whining voice the most. The coldness and hardness in her voice are diluted, making it soft and sticky, just like pouring honey into her ears, it will be sweet in her heart.

He lowered his head and bit the tip of her nose: "Little sycophant. Likes me, misses other men in my arms? Or came to me because he couldn't fall asleep."

Mu Dian was very obedient at this moment: "No way, I only want you." He raised his small face and stuck it on it like sticky sugar, rubbing his ears and temples, not forgetting to peck frequently on the pretendingly tense lips.

"Why are you angry again?...It's not what you think...how could I be so stupid to tell you with a guilty conscience, uh—"

In fact, it is still stupid.

Otherwise, why would you always be turned against the host and become the guest, and only then realize that you have been fooled again after being tossed and sore.

But, who told her to be happy?

***
Next, there will be frequent major events in Beijing and China, all of which will happen naturally, as expected.

Mu Dian also understands that under the current situation, no matter what she does, she can't shake Mu Cangping's plan.

There is no more news from Jin Yanchen.

Even Xu Younan, who has always been the one who bothered her the most, didn't send a letter.

Mu Dian could imagine that they should have set off for Qingzhou now. Since then, she has been in Luoyang and has not heard from her for thousands of miles, and her life and death are irrelevant to each other.

She recuperates in the Zaijing Courtyard, drinking a large bowl of bitter medicine every day, and taking care of Chang Qianfo who is more seriously injured.

After the flood, there were signs of an epidemic. Mo Yichan became more and more busy, and could no longer spare time to pay attention to these things in Beijing. Mo Yuan also left the city. It was Mo Cangcang who came here several times a day to bring news of the ups and downs outside. .

Han Luojun was besieged in the west of the city.

Han Luojun was besieged in the south of the city.

……

No matter how many times the besieged, Han Luojun escaped smoothly.

Among them, of course, the contribution of martial arts figures who pretended to be among ordinary people was indispensable.

These people did not know where to get the news, but they knew the actions of the Imperial Guards like the back of their hands.When it comes to arresting people, the streets are full of pedestrians and horses running around, and the guards are so busy that sometimes they can't even see a suspect.

On the contrary, many good citizens were arrested by mistake.

The number of times has increased, and the imperial guards who were originally quite prestigious in the hearts of the people in the capital not only aroused the anger of the people, but also almost became the laughing stock of the whole city.

These people from the rivers and lakes are like slippery loaches, shrinking up after a mess, letting the guards search for people all over the city and streets, but they can't find their traces.

Thinking about it this way, the infiltration of Jianghu's forces into the capital is terrifying.

When there was a commotion in Jiankang City, Nan Pengye, the master of Sword Pavilion, and his party arrived outside the city.

The next day, Li Mubai came north to cross the river.

On the same day, Qin Chuan led the disciples of the Qing Cang Sect and the three major Qiantang Sects to meet at the city gate.

These influential masters, each ruling their own side, chose not to go to Beijing, and camped scattered in valleys or dense forests outside the city.

People in the rivers and lakes are used to eating and sleeping in the open, and they climb mountains and ridges like walking on flat ground.Even if Liu Zhuan mobilized the Yongding Army and other people outside the city to encircle and suppress them, they would go to the mountains and forests at worst, and come out from nowhere.

It is also impossible for the Yongding Army to encircle the mountains. Once the troops are scattered, ordinary soldiers are no match for these masters of the rivers and lakes.

The imperial court couldn't drive them away, but they were able to sneak into the imperial city silently within an hour, and entered the palace with Mu Cangping.

Liu Zhuan really panicked at this moment.

In the eyes of Emperor Liu Zhuan, Han Luojun, a downcast who was released from the death row and later fell into the grass, is like an ant, and there is no difference between killing or not killing.

The Empress Dowager was not willing to let her go, so he followed his grandmother's wishes and didn't need to fight for trivial matters, which earned him a reputation of being unfilial among the people of the world.

Never would he have thought that such a small person, whom he had no regard for at all, could stir up such a big storm, causing half of the people in the Jianghu to come to Beijing to "petition" to him aggressively.

——Rather, rebellion.

(End of this chapter)