I was tricked by the black lotus [Transmigration Book]

Lamp oil dripped on the table, congealing into small lumps.Shen Qingshu numbly picked up his brush and ink, copying several volumes of scriptures over and over again.The cold wind came in from the gap in the curtain, and she almost couldn't hold the pen, but she couldn't stop as if driven by something.

The wind gradually blew out the fire.

Slight snowflakes also drifted in when Wen Xueer hurried in, making the tent even colder.

"Why is the stove fire gone?" Wen Xueer frowned slightly, then took off her fur and covered her body, and while helping her fasten the belt, her eyes fell on the ink-stained scriptures ,"What are you doing?"

"For Shen Zi'an, and for Shen Qingyue, I don't want to see another person gone." Shen Qingshu's eyes were empty, "Actually, Shen Zi'an is right, as long as Shen Qingyue remains neutral, even if Shen Qingyue remains neutral, it will be useless when the new emperor ascends the throne. It's okay, I can safely be General Ping Ning, but his departure is a foregone conclusion. I know King Jin will win, but before King Jin wins, an arrow may shoot out on the battlefield at any time and stab Shen Qingyue. It's me, I once told him that King Jin is trustworthy and he can submit to him, so he will wade into the muddy waters of winning the heirloom."

Wen Xueer listened quietly, but the corners of her eyes were gradually turning red. She walked around behind Shen Qingshu, bent down gently to wrap her neck around her, and whispered in her ear: "General Shen is a person who judges the situation and is also a loyal minister. Even if you don't remind him, he will choose a new emperor who will benefit the country and the people according to his own judgment."

Shen Qingshu shook his head, and continued to copy.

Only then did Wen Xueer see that the knuckles on her fingers were red from the cold, and she brushed off her pen subconsciously: "Don't copy, if you copy again, you will get frostbite, and it will be painful and itchy again next winter. "

"Look at the ink marks on the scriptures." Shen Qingshu frowned, picked up his pen again, "I have to copy."

Wen Xueer's heart froze, and she simply took away her pen.

"Give it to me." Shen Qingshu looked at her heavily.

"You can't write any more, or your hands will be stiff, and you should hold the stove now and not let go." Wen Xueer did not flinch.

"Wen Xueer!"

"Shen Qingshu!" Wen Xueer's eyes were red, but the pen in her hand was still tightly clenched.

"I asked you to give it to me."

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"It's better to break it." Wen Xueer slowly grasped the two handles, but when she saw Shen Qingshu's eyes, she couldn't use any strength.

"give me."

Wen Xueer was in a stalemate with her for a while, but finally she dropped her pen and walked out of the tent.

She stood sullenly outside the tent and got angry for a while, then turned her head and walked to the logistics department: "Miss Shen Er's tent is out of charcoal, send some there."

Then she found the lieutenant general and said earnestly, "Can you take me somewhere?"

......

Hundreds of steps spread upwards, until the end of the line of sight can be glimpsed at the exposed corner of the temple.

Wen Xueer calmed down and began to pray.

On these hundreds of steps, five steps and one kneeling until reaching the main hall, this is the most solemn way for the local people.Since she wanted to be sincere, Wen Xue'er was naturally not ambiguous, and she knelt down and bowed after walking five steps.

There was only one thought in her mind, and that was to pray for the safe return of General Ping Ning.

Only in this way, the one in the family will not be dazed.

Wen Xueer sighed softly and continued to salute.Fearing that she would appear slack in front of the gods and Buddhas, Wen Xueer often only took a short breath before taking the next step without stopping.The stretch of steps seemed endless, and at the end my legs were so weak that I lost consciousness.

But when she remembered that she still owed Shen Qingshu a peace talisman embroidered with patterns, she asked for another one, took out her sewing kit and sat on the last step to thread the needle.Passers-by inevitably looked sideways when they saw a thin and small man twisting the thread with his head bowed.

When the pattern was sewn, she regained a little bit of strength.So he limped out of the western region, fortunately, he didn't see Shen Qingshu along the way, so she didn't need to pretend to be safe and sound.

When we got back to the barracks, night fell.As soon as the curtain was lifted, the cold moonlight entered the hall, slightly illuminating Shen Qingshu's profile.

Shen Qingshu was leaning on the couch with his eyes closed to rest his mind, and when he heard the movement, he immediately sat upright and faced her: "Where did you go?"

"I should have said that I was wandering around the barracks, but I said I can't lie to you." Wen Xueer's eyes were a little brightened by the lights, "I went to the temple today, since I have nothing to do, it's okay to pray OK."

Shen Qingshu was startled, his expression became a little complicated.She gripped the blanket on the couch tightly tightly.

Wen Xueer lowered her eyes: "Your tent is over there."

Even Wen Xue'er was shocked at the moment she said it, it turned out that she was angry with Shen Qingshu today, but if Shen Qingshu didn't intend to hold back her temper, it would be extremely embarrassing. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

To her surprise, Shen Qingshu's tone was softer: "Come here."

Wen Xueer froze for a moment, but still stopped in place.

"come here."

Although Wen Xueer was happy in her heart, she deliberately kept a distance from her on the surface.

"Come here again," Shen Qingshu pulled her closer, "After all, I'm not familiar with the Western Territory, so I'd better go there less in the future." @无限好文，全在晋江文学城

"There should be no chance to go to the western region anymore," Wen Xueer lowered her head, "You are definitely not trying to tell me this by waiting here."

Shen Qingshu's palms were slightly sweaty: "That... I'm a little impatient today."

Wen Xueer flattened her mouth slightly: "I'm just sorry?"

"Ah?" Shen Qingshu couldn't react for a moment, "Then what?"

Wen Xueer was even more depressed.

Shen Qingshu glanced sideways at her expression, and thought about it: "Hands seem to be a little sore. I have already copied all the scriptures in the past two days, so I won't copy them in the future."

"I don't blame you for copying scriptures, I blame you for torturing yourself."

"No, never again." Shen Qingshu repeatedly promised.

Wen Xueer swayed her little boots, "Then let me ask you—"

"You want to ask about what happened before you left the capital, have I forgiven you?" Shen Qingshu seemed to have guessed what she was thinking.

Wen Xueer originally wanted to ask Shen Qingshu what her plans were for tomorrow, but she never thought that she would break the thin layer of window paper first. The little boots that were shaking restlessly stopped suddenly, and she looked at Shen Qingshu in a daze.

"Rather than forgiveness, it's better to say that you have calmed down," Shen Qingshu said in a low voice, "Although you have lied to me, I never believed me in you, and you are just a person who pretended to deal with it. I am really sad Yes, if you don’t want to believe me wholeheartedly, the moment when the truth is spoken from the person I hate the most is the most heartbreaking moment.”

"When I first came to the capital, I knew that I would be a knife in Yu Wenhao's hands. If I want to save my life, I can only sharpen myself, so I am wary of everyone, and the most wary one is you," Wen Xueer's voice was very soft, "How can someone be so stupid that he doesn't even know what kind of person I am, and treat me in every possible way. Until you blunt me, I began to believe you, but not me Myself, don't believe that I can keep you after you know the truth."

Shen Qingshu's eyes drifted to the candle, and she suddenly felt that this thing was burning brighter and brighter.

Taking a peek at Shen Qingshu's slightly twitching smile, Wen Xueer stopped holding it, but hooked her waist, and gently kneaded it a few times: "Don't let me hang out anymore?"

"I came here on purpose to let you go down the steps, what? Do you want to drive me back to my tent?"

Wen Xue'er stared at her for a moment, and the shrinking that had been hanging in her heart for a long time finally dissipated.

"Stay here tonight," Wen Xueer slowly kissed her from the corners of her eyes, to her cheeks, to her earlobes.

"Tomorrow night is fine too." She mumbled in a dazed voice between ears and temples.

With just a little force, the belts of the two fell to the ground.

It was only when the blanket was dripping with sweat that the tent fell silent.

Shen Qingshu lightly touched Wen Xueer's red knee, his expression was full of distress: "Did you accidentally fall while walking?"

"It's not so easy to fall." Wen Xue'er didn't even have the strength to speak, and her voice was soft, "My knee is also delicate. If I kneel in the temple for a long time, it will make it sore for a day."

"No, I have to ask the doctor for some medicine."

Wen Xueer kicked her ankle: "Go tomorrow, don't go now."

"Fine, fine, it's all up to you," Shen Qingshu leaned against her again, with a hesitant look on his face, "My original plan was to go to various rivers and mountains with you in the future, and then find the one I like the most to settle down in." Come down, but now I have changed my mind. Shen Zi'an is gone, my elder brother doesn't come home all year round, if I leave again, the Shen family will really be empty."

Shen Qingshu continued: "You have some bad memories in the capital, I know you don't want to go back, but—"

"No, I'm willing to go back. All my troubles have nothing to do with whether I'm in the capital, but with the people I meet. Now that bastard Duan Wang can't protect himself, and you are always by my side, I have nothing to fear." Wen Xueer fiddled with a few strands of her hair scattered on her shoulders.

Shen Qingshu was a little surprised: "You really didn't say that just to please me."

Wen Xueer smiled a little guilty: "Actually...do you know who sent me here?"

"Of course it's King Jin."

"No, it's Princess Zhao'an."

"Huh?" Shen Qingshu frowned.

"She sent me here, and I promised to bring you back, so you have to go back to the capital no matter what."

"Why is she spending so much time on it? It doesn't bother her whether I go back or not."

"You really can't see it?"

"What should I see?"

"The princess is interested in you."