Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

There are sometimes stars flying around in the front yard, like fireflies running back and forth.

Wangshu coaxed her children to sleep. Maids led the way, one on each side, holding light pink lanterns with the word "Fu" on them. Xiaoqing helped her to the front yard. Tang Bo was guarding the large study. Seeing her coming, he hurried into the study. Qin Xiuyuan quickly walked down the stairs. Behind him was the brightly lit study. People in the study had gathered hurriedly tonight. The woman happened to be hidden in his shadow. Facing the concerned and questioning eyes, he clenched his broad hands with slightly cool fingers. "There is a battle in Tongguan. We have fought twice, but it is still under control. I have something to discuss tonight. You should go back and get some sleep."

Wenwen calmly explained, "You don't have to prepare anything for me. Eat well and get some sleep first. You'll have a lot of things to do."

Wangshu nodded, the night wind blew over, and her long hair brushed her eyes. She quickly turned around and walked to the backyard. Qin Xiuyuan's hand, which was about to lift her hair, stopped in the middle of a sentence, and the crystal in the corner of her eye flashed by, a tear of parting.

The lights in the main room were on for a long time. Xiaoqing carefully wiped the two sets of armor in the room and prepared her travel bags. Wangshu opened the account book to check the inventory, calculating and jotting down the key points to discuss with Ji Shouliangju tomorrow...

After Qin Shi had delivered a midnight snack to the front yard, he was ordered to convey the order "Madam, go to bed immediately." He whispered, "Madam, it's midnight, you should get some rest quickly. The general said there's no rush tonight."

Alas, Wangshu turned off the lights, hugged his soft pillow and tossed and turned. All he could see were smoke rising from everywhere, shouts of war and bayonet fighting, and a pile of ants with different armor fighting each other to the death on the steep cliff...

Peace and war, overnight.

The smoke of war rose again in Tongguan.

Zheng Da was appointed commander-in-chief and the next day he ordered 30,000 troops to march out of Chang'an and head for Tongguan. Qin Xiuyuan remained in Chang'an, with troops from Hancheng providing additional protection.

The man had gone to the camp outside the city that night and hadn't returned for three days. Wangshu, accustomed to sleeping in and waking up late, felt his head pounding like a hammer, but sleepiness vanished. He struggled to get up and take the children to breakfast. Qin Yunxiao had fallen behind in his studies and was now unable to keep up with Mingxi's progress, so Wangshu hired a new teacher to teach him.

After dinner, she took the third and fourth children to listen to the class.

Today, I met the new teacher. The third child was not allowed to wear open-crotch pants. The brother and sister both wore sleeveless lantern-buttoned jackets and vests and shorts of the same color. They had small clogs with straps. From time to time, I wanted to reach out and untie them, but under the pressure of my mother's eyes, I had to follow obediently.

Qin Yunxiao carried his school bag across his shoulder and followed his mother closely, taking three steps at a time. He was most afraid that his mother would wear a quju skirt that wouldn't smell even if she farted, but his mother loved wearing quju skirts and walking with small overlapping steps.

"Mother, I want to find father."

Don't want to study.

Xie Xin and Mingxi, from the neighboring school, came to sit in on the first lesson. Mingxi settled his younger siblings onto a cushioned stool and sealed their lips with his finger, placing a thin leather whip beside them. The two little kids in jackets sat upright, their left arms folded over their right, looking like docile, fearful little blobs.

Xie Xin smiled. The new teacher had served as the Crown Prince's Junior Tutor in the previous dynasty, had served alongside his father for many years, and had been the top scholar in the sixth year of Emperor Huan's reign. He had recommended him, and Madam Ji had met and chatted with him before. Today was their first lesson.

The maids and guards in the school were waiting with their heads bowed.

It was Qin Yunxiao's first time meeting his new teacher. According to his mother, "teachers and students should get along well with each other." As soon as they met, the teacher started to check his literature homework.

This former Junior Tutor's surname was Li, given name Ning, courtesy name Jiu'an. Coincidentally, he was the second brother of Lady Li, Duke of Anguo, from her mother's family. He was forty-six years old, wearing a double-layered jade crown with lotus flowers embossed on all four sides, a tourmaline hairpin, a pale face, a short beard, and a medium build. He wore a bamboo-green, round-collared robe and matching scholar's shoes. He spoke at a moderate pace, his gaze focused and filled with gentle anticipation, making those caught in his gaze feel respected and reluctant to refuse.

Qin Yunxiao was obviously trapped in it.

Each section contained two short articles. Master Li combined practical explanations of the logical principles and current events behind the articles. He then sat with the students, leaning against each other and teaching them step by step. He didn't praise them directly, but would occasionally praise the noble lady sitting behind him, saying, "Yun Xiao understood it immediately." "Yun Xiao repeated it in two quarters of an hour, faster than some students!" "Yun Xiao is eager to learn and dares to ask questions. He is a person who is devoted to research!"

He didn't praise the person directly, but made sure that the person could hear it clearly. He used the method of praising half behind his back, which doubled the effect of vanity and encouragement. Qin Yunxiao was so happy that he kept asking the teacher a hundred thousand questions and did whatever he was told to do.

It's just like pulling a cow. If you can't pull its legs, you can just pierce its nose and hold the rope in your hand. Then it can go anywhere in the world as its owner wishes.

Focusing less on writing and more on teaching historical biography, allusions, character connections, and the rise and fall of things was Wangshu's requirement. He was quite satisfied today. The two little devils next to him didn't dare to make a sound or run out. They lowered their heads early and grabbed the buttons of their hydrangea lanterns to pass the time... During the break, Wangshu left only the two teaching assistants and guards who were recording the class and left.

She was so sleepy that she held one down with each hand and took the children to sleep for a nap. The third and fourth children refused to sleep and were blindfolded with black cloth and pressed against their mother's chest to force them to sleep. After a quarter of an hour, they failed, and Xiaolu and Xiaochun took the two wriggling worms out.

Wangshu covered his eyes with a blackout cloth and said, "Wake me up before lunch."

Xiaoqing lowered the jade hook curtain, and gently pulled down the pearl curtain of the high window, watching over the person until he fell asleep.

However, as if one's daytime dreams are disturbed by night, Wangshu once again dreamed that he was in the distant city. Qin Xiuyuan was still a soldier who blushed at the slightest provocation. After he confessed his wish, every time he left for the north, the look in his eyes, the words he said, the money he gave...

With their mutual worries about each other when they were too sick to get out of bed, and their fingers intertwined in the small study, Wangshu quickly got into the role of his fiancée. A soldier who was about to die at any moment, and a bedridden patient who was ill, they were so happy to be together that they raced against time.

A lonely boy who lost his father and was abandoned by his mother always looks a little erratic when he sees people. Occasionally, he is caught by her and there is a red mark behind his ear. However, he has to go to the battlefield again and again to fight for his blood. How cruel.

Later, she never watched him go to the battlefield, and he never looked back before leaving the battlefield for the past twenty years.

After they got married, he always appeared quietly in her dreams, so that she dreamed of their separation before the war so clearly. That Qin Xiuyuan was young and naive. Wangshu couldn't help licking her lips, and when she realized she was awake, she yawned. She raised her hands to cover her eyes before she could open them. The scenes in her dream kept changing like a kaleidoscope, and she felt like a monkey being led around with a headache.

The more I sleep, the more tired I feel.

There was the sound of wind blowing, and then slowly the sound of footsteps. "Awake?"

It turned out that the person had returned.

His hands were still covering his face, and he stretched out his left hand, which was held in mid-air. The thick calluses on his face felt soothing.

You don't have to see the person, as long as he is there, it's enough.