Chu Yuanzhou sighed in his heart, took Yun Qian into his arms, and whispered in her ear: "Qian Qian, I promise you that I will never touch your things again, but you should also write a letter and tell her
Those people in the capital who are so busy that they are dizzy, please ask them not to write to you if they have nothing to do. If you really miss them, I will take you to the capital to play with them in a while."
A glimmer of understanding flashed in Yun Qian's eyes, knowing that he was still worried about Chu Yi's affairs, but he chuckled and said: "Wushuang is my friend, Yunzheng is my sister, you brought me to this world alone.
The familiar Jiangnan even cares about this matter, Yuanzhou, are you too lenient?"
Chu Yuanzhou smiled and said: "You are my wife, your affairs are my affairs, so it is natural for me to care about your affairs, and I am not lenient at all."
Yun Qian smiled, and Chu Yuanzhou said again: "Qian Qian, would you like me to take a look at those letters?"
Yun Qian saw that his painting looked like he was begging, and felt a little funny in her heart. Knowing that if he didn't look at it, he might not be at ease, so he immediately pulled out all the letters from the secret compartment on the side.
Chu Yuanzhou opened it and took a look, and saw that what was written inside was nothing more than some common things, such as the flowers in the yard blooming, adding clothes when it gets cold, not rushing to take off clothes when it gets warm, and other trivial matters.
Words of longing for her, words to persuade her to return to Beijing and stay there for a long time.
Chu Yuanzhou's heart widened when he saw a green jade hairpin placed at the bottom of the box. The workmanship of the jade hairpin was extremely fine. The most important thing was whether it was an item from Dazhou. Only Xiliang produced this kind.
Jade.
Chu Yuanzhou turned his head and glanced at Yun Qian. Yun Qian was slightly startled when he saw the hosta. Then he chuckled and said, "A month ago, someone gave me a box. When I opened it, I saw this hosta. What's inside?"
There is no signature, I thought this hosta was of good quality, and I originally planned to give it to Shuxiu, but due to delays, I forgot about it."
In fact, both of them knew that this hairpin was a gift from Chu Han.
After Chu Yi ascended the throne, although Chu Han was exempted from his crime and allowed to stay in the capital, the capital had too many unpleasant past events for Chu Han, so he took the initiative to ask Yi to guard the border between Dazhou and Xiliang.
In the past few years, there have been occasional attacks from Xiliang, but they were blocked by Chu Han, and everything was expected to be safe.
A few days ago, Chu Han returned to Beijing to resume his duties. Although Chu Han knew that there was no possibility for him and Yun Qian in this life, he still felt a little uneasy, so he made a detour to the south of the Yangtze River and saw with his own eyes that Yun Qian had a son and a daughter, and that Chu Yuanzhou treated her like a treasure.
It seemed like a treasure. He knew that he could finally let her go completely in this life, so he sent the hosta that he carved with his own hands as a gift to her.
He only glanced at her secretly a few times, without even meeting her, and left with his entourage that night.
For Chu Han, true letting go is rebirth. In the dark night, the ink trees yearn for the distance, the mountains are overlapping, and among thousands of mountains and rivers, what guides him is his true happiness.
Chu Yuanzhou knew about Chu Han's arrival in Jiangnan. The leader of the secret guard also told Chu Yuanzhou about Chu Han's wandering outside the house. Chu Yuanzhou saw Chu Han at that time.
At this time, Chu Han was no longer the Chu Han he had been three years ago. His childishness had faded away, replaced by wind and frost and iron blood, and his eyebrows seemed to have the vicissitudes of blood-stained yellow sand.
When Chu Yuanzhou saw Chu Han like this, he felt a little emotional in his heart. It reminded him of him when he was fighting on the battlefield.