Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

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A pair of candlelights flickered on a pair of linden trees, and the candlelight poured down through the gilt copper leaves, reflecting the book scrolls spread out on the case.

Yaoying sat in front of the case, finished reviewing a stack of papers, put aside her pen, rubbed her shoulders, and put aside the papers that were uncertain and did not write detailed instructions.

All states have suffered from wars, devastated, and waiting to be done. However, the terrain of the Western Regions is complex and the transportation is inconvenient. It is very complicated and complicated to resume production as soon as possible. It is only to implement a simple decree to set up schools and enroll the children of ordinary people.  There are numerous obstacles, and there are still many small tribes that have not yet been attached. She must be alert to the counterattack of the remaining forces at all times. She is devastated by reading the documents every day.

In contrast, caravans are much easier to manage, because caravans are chasing benefits, and as long as they are profitable, the caravan can support every order issued.

Fortunately, the states are full of vitality at the moment, the refugees are being resettled one after another, and the people's sentiment is stable. When the promoted officials are familiar with public affairs, they should be able to get on the right track soon.

Yaoying let out a long sigh of relief, and as soon as she took up her pen, her footsteps sounded, and Yuan felt half of her body from behind the curtain.

"Princess, the king is having an attack!"

Yaoying immediately put down the pen, stood up, and hurried out of the house.

Bi Suo just went in to deliver the medicine, was hurt by Zhen Qi, and stood by the entrance, clutching her chest. She was pale, frowning and adjusting her breath for a moment. He handed her a bottle of medicine and watched her walk into the secret passage.

"Princess, be careful, if something happens, shake the hanging bell, I can hear it here."

Yaoying promised and stumbled for a while in the invisible road. She saw the bright light in front of her, speeding up her pace.

A golden arc flashed in the afterglow, and the eyes of a pair of wild beasts glowed in the dark.

Yaoying was startled and stopped.

Leopard stepped out of the corner, walked to her feet with graceful steps, and sniffed.

Yaoying's palms were sweaty and she didn't move.

The leopard's breath flicked the corners of her skirt, circled her around, turned around and walked in.

Yaoying breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the entrance.

The cave is filled with moisture, the light is dim, and the hot spring water gurgles and foams like pearls.

A figure sitting close to the stone platform with a snow-white face, frowning eyebrows slightly red, the whole body seems to be faintly murderous, the muscles under the shoulders are tight, the skin is shiny and wet, and the rolling is not knowing that it is sweat.  Still moist water vapor.

He is suffering.

Yaoying held her breath, tiptoedly approached him, and after a few steps, he suddenly opened his eyes, two cold and merciless eyes fell on her face through the misty water, her deep eyes were covered with cobwebs.  Bloodshot, in the dim light, looks really scary.

King Kong was angry, and the Bodhisattva had a kind eyebrow. At this moment, he was Sultan Gu and Tamaraga.

Yaoying's heart trembled and her sourness was surging. He had been rough throughout his life, suffering from the unbearable suffering of others for many years, and also tormented because of affection.