Yan Bing returned to the handsome tent, took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and started writing straightly.
"Luo Qing is about to give birth to a grandson in the near future! I pray for the Holy See!"
The literal translation is, Luo Qing is happy now! You can figure it out! But it can also be interpreted as, if this continues, Luo Qing will be happy, you can figure it out. As for how Emperor Xuansi interprets it, that is him
I didn’t lie to His Majesty, everything was just a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding...
As for why it is so short? This is to express your attitude! It means that as my parents, we are very angry now, and the consequences will be serious. What should we do? Give me a reply quickly!
Forced into the palace? I didn’t. I just expressed the attitude of our Feixia Sect on my behalf. I definitely didn’t mean to force the emperor to reply as soon as possible. Misunderstanding, everything, still a misunderstanding...
After finishing writing and calling it a day, Yan Bing looked at his "masterpiece" with a proud look and nodded, then put it in an envelope, called for the guards, and quickly drove it to Dihua.
After doing all this, Yan Bing changed into a colorful dress without haste, and specifically told Lingyue to wash her shoulders with soap locust more often. Lingyue threw the colored dress directly back to her face,
He said in a deep voice: "Today, I am the husband!"
Yan Bing smiled slightly, threw the colored skirt aside, said a few words, lifted the curtain and ran away.
"Then I'll wash it tomorrow!"
Listening to Lingyue's yelling and cursing coming from behind, Yan Bing smiled even more proudly. He kicked his feet quickly and returned to the transport camp in a short time. When he passed by the old man's camp, he heard the old man teaching Fengchen inside.
He quickly quickened his pace a little and went straight into Vincent's tent.
"What a good disciple! Master is here to see you!! Is there something you haven't told Master..." Yan Bing said as he walked in and saw Vincent writing on the desk
When Yan Bing saw her coming in, he hurriedly hid the letter behind his back, but the brush in his right hand was still raised in the air. Yan Bing couldn't help covering his mouth and snickering.
Fool!
"What...what's going on? Master..." Wen Sheng looked at Yan Bing at the door with a guilty look on his face, forcing an extremely unnatural and silly smile on his face.
Yan Bing didn't waste any time talking to him. He took two steps forward, pinched Vincent's arm, twisted it slightly, and took the letter paper from his hand. He lowered his head and read it, then frowned...
"Bang!" With a sound, he slapped the letter on the table, shook his head with a wry smile, turned to look at Vincent beside him, and twisted his eyebrows and said sarcastically: "You just want to marry a wife, as for starting with the ancient sages?
!??This is a full article without even a single correct sentence! If your father sees this letter, he will not scold me for being a bad believer??"
Vincent looked at Yan Bing with a red face, scratched the back of his head and giggled.
Yan Bing looked at his apprentice's stupidity and sighed helplessly, and had no choice but to say to him in a deep voice: "I said, you write!"
"Hey! Okay!" Vincent did not hesitate, directly pulled out another piece of letter paper, spread it on the desk, and then looked up at her.
Yan Bing was pacing back and forth in the camp, thinking slowly, and then slowly said: "Father, my son, I recently met a woman. Her daughter is talented, virtuous, talented in both civil and military affairs, she is a beautiful woman...Hey
?Why don’t you write anymore??”
"Both talented and virtuous? Excellent in both civil and military affairs? Master... do you know who my disciple is going to marry? Why does this sound like her? Is there some misunderstanding?" Wen Sheng looked at Yan Bing with wide eyes.
, his face was full of doubts.
"Isn't it Luo Qing?" Yan Bing also looked puzzled.
"It's true she is... but... the word talent..."
"You can learn slowly in the future! Just write if I ask you to! Stop talking nonsense!"
Yan Bing didn't even wait for Wen Sheng to finish, he interrupted him directly, and then continued: "She is a beautiful woman with both talent and virtue, as well as both civil and military skills. Therefore, I didn't want to miss this good match, so I had many contacts with her.
During this time, I even realized that this woman was thrifty, benevolent, filial, and of high quality.
Lan Xin is indeed the good wife that I have longed for all my life, so I have decided not to marry her, and to have no love for her in this life. I hope that my father will be kind enough to grant me a good match. I can’t thank you enough, and wish my father a long and prosperous life.
The body is in good health, the weather is smooth in Daliang, and the son is alive, handwritten."
As Yan Bing slowly finished reading, Vincent also finished writing the letter, but when he held up the letter and looked around, his face was filled with melancholy...
"Master...is this...not bullying the emperor..."
"Tsk! There are so many things! Isn't it time to teach her these things?" Yan Bing took the letter and read it once to make sure it was correct. Then he turned to look at Vincent and whispered: "Go and call.
Come to my handsome tent with Luo Qing, don't answer her questions, just tell her it's a good thing."
"Oh... then disciple, let's give it a try..." Wen Sheng replied with a frown on his face.
Yan Bing became angry when he heard this. He raised his hand and grabbed Vincent's ear and asked, "What do you mean by giving it a try? Your future wife can't control herself? I tell you, within half an hour,
If Luo Qing hadn't gone there, he would not have had you as his disciple! Do you hear me?"
"Hey! Yes! Disciple knows! Disciple will do it now!"
As soon as Yan Bing let go, Wensheng immediately rushed to Luo Qing's tent, running and bumping.
"Hmph! Raise your ears!" Yan Bing muttered to himself. When he turned his head, he saw Wen Pei huddled in the corner watching him laugh. Then he glared at him and said coldly: "Why are you laughing? Go and kill your master.
Please send the letter immediately!"
"Yes." Wen Pei hurriedly stepped forward to take the envelope, covering his mouth in amusement, and walked out of the tent.
What's wrong?
What's so funny?
Yan Bing curled his lips, then turned around and left the tent and started walking back. Passing by the old man's tent, he heard the constant cursing inside, and then he laughed out loud, clasped his little hands behind his back, and jumped back.
He went to the Chinese army camp, then got into Wen Miao's tent, and talked to her about his brother.
"This bastard! He's not married yet! How could he do such a thing!?" Wen Miao, who heard the whole story, had an angry look on his face. He immediately stood up and started looking around for a convenient "family trick"
…
First, I picked up a paperweight and tried it in my hand. I felt that the impact was too heavy, so I put it down again. Then I picked up a pounding pestle and tried it. It felt more painful, so I put it down again, and finally picked it up.
A duster, I tried it on my hand again, but still put it down...
Yan Bing was immediately amused and said with a smile: "If you really can't bear to fight, don't bother. I'm afraid you won't be able to find anything lighter than a duster in this room..."
Hearing this, Wang Wenmiao finally gritted his teeth, took the duster directly in his hand, and walked back slowly...
"Do you really want to fight?" Yan Bing asked with a half-smile.
"We will definitely fight!" Wen Miao replied decisively.
Looking at Wen Miao's firm eyes, Yan Bing could only shake his head with a wry smile, and reminded in a low voice: "Actually, we have never paid a visit to each other..."
Wen Miao was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then threw the duster in his hand and said with a smile: "Then tell me about teaching..."
Yan Bing raised his eyebrows, then looked at Wen Miao with a wicked smile and asked, "When did I say I wanted you to teach?"
"First you boasted in your letter, and now you come to me to talk about it. In addition, I know the court etiquette, so if I don't teach it, who else could it be..." After Wen Miao finished speaking, he sighed slowly.
tone.
Hearing this, Yan Bing stood up directly, hugged Wen Miao, put his face close to her, and said softly: "As expected of a talented woman... so smart..."
Wen Miao blushed with embarrassment, lowered her head, and bit her lip in silence...
It wasn't until Yan Bing hugged her and slowly walked towards the bed that she said softly: "Wen Sheng and the others will be here soon..."
"Then let them wait in the handsome tent... Huh? Have you grown taller?"
