"Mrs. Lian, if you are healthy, please sit down quickly. The young lady followed the princess into the palace. The palace received something sent from Yongzhou. The person who sent it said that it was for you, so the young lady asked

I sent it directly." Xiaocui said, handing out a silk handkerchief.

"Yongzhou?" Lu Ziwan was stunned and took the thing. At first she thought it was just a silk handkerchief, but after holding it, she realized that there was something wrapped in the silk handkerchief.

"Could it be Guanlang? Yongzhou is the border of the war!" Master Lin asked.

Lu Ziyuan didn't answer and opened the silk handkerchief. When she spread it out, she revealed the contents inside. Just one glance made her burst into tears, "It's from Brother Guan Lang! It's him!"

"Sister, it's red beans!" Lu Banxia looked at it curiously, and when he got closer, he was surprised, "Sister, the silk handkerchief is also embroidered with red beans!"

"A red bean is wrapped in a silk handkerchief embroidered with red beans. What does this mean?" Master Lin was confused.

"Before, Brother Guan Lang and I recited a poem, Red beans grow in the south. When spring comes, a few branches will grow. I hope you will pick more. This is the most lovesick thing." This poem was really recited by Lu Ziyuan to Lian Guan Lang unintentionally.

Listen, I remember that I seemed to be eating red bean cake at that time, and Lu Ziyuan told Lian Guanlang that red beans are the object of love.

Lian Guanlang was illiterate and couldn't write letters. In the military camp, someone would regularly send letters home to everyone. Lian Guanlang asked someone to buy a silk handkerchief embroidered with red beans and a red bean. Maybe others didn't know what they were.

However, he believed that his wife would definitely know that he wanted to tell her that he was in Yongzhou and missed her very much.

The lightness of the poem recited it, but it shocked everyone, especially Mr. Lin, who was well-read in poetry and books. The poem was not profound, and he could understand the meaning just by listening to the words.

"Brother Guan Lang said he missed me." Lu Ziyuan pinched the red bean carefully,

The round and small red bean rolled easily into her hand. A wordless family letter, but one red bean is worth a thousand words.

"This poem is so nice. It turns out that red beans have this meaning?" Cui'er suddenly realized, "When my lady held this red bean, she was wondering what it meant."

"This thing is the most lovesick, but I didn't expect that Guan Lang is also a sweetheart." Master Lin smiled and said, "Since there is a letter from home, Guan Lang is still safe. Sister Wan, can you feel at ease now?"

Lu Ziyuan nodded and wiped away her tears, "Tui'er, where is the person who gave this thing? Can I ask him to bring something to Brother Guan Lang for me?"

"Mrs. Lian, you left early. This book cannot be delivered to the soldiers. The soldiers are transferred here and there all day long. They are in Yongzhou today and may go to other places tomorrow. The person who sent the letter has already gone to say goodbye.

It’s from others.” Xiao Cui shook her head.

Lu Ziyuan was stunned for a moment, her joy gradually replaced by disappointment.

After Xiaocui finished her mission, she resigned and left the Lu family. In the past few days, the Lu family has been blessed with many happy events. Brother Kang is full moon, Ge Rui has given birth to a son. Now, news from Lian Guanlang has come, and the sky in the Lu family is really sunny.

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A love bean conveys deep love and thoughts for countless days and nights, like an endless river.

Lu Ziwan strung the red beans together with red thread and wore them around her neck. Every night she would hold the red beans tightly with one hand before she could fall asleep with longing for them.

Every day, Lu Ziyuan is thinking that tomorrow, maybe she will receive another letter or something from Lian Guanlang, or maybe, tomorrow Mocheng will be captured and he will come back.

Her days were spent in tomorrow after tomorrow, day after day, in the blink of an eye, autumn left, winter came, and so on, for half a year.

The yellow leaves on the treetops fell silently and unconsciously, their position on the treetops destroyed by the frost.

"Mom, it's winter."

Standing in the yard, her eyes always stayed on the bare trees in the yard. One of her hands was supporting her waist and the other was on her belly.

"Your belly is already so big. Stop standing around all the time. Go sit inside and count the days. It's almost time to give birth, right?" He Chunmei frowned and looked at her daughter with a sad look on her face.

Today, the most common expression seen on Lu Ziyuan's face, apart from love for her unborn child, is intense sadness.
Chapter completed!