Yan Bing returned to the handsome tent, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote with great effort.
"Luo Qing is about to give birth to the emperor's grandson soon! I'm asking for the holy dictator!"
It is literally translated that Luo Qing is happy! You can do it! But it can also be explained that if these continue, Luo Qing will be happy. You can do it. As for how Emperor Xuan Si interprets it, it is his business. I have not deceived the emperor. Everything is a misunderstanding, misunderstanding...
As for why it’s so short? This is to show your attitude! It means that as our family, we are very angry now and the consequences are serious. What should we do? I will reply immediately!
Force the palace? I didn't. I just expressed our Feixia Gate's attitude on behalf of others. There was absolutely no intention to force the emperor to reply as soon as possible. Is it a misunderstanding, everything, it's still a misunderstanding...
After finishing the work, Yan Bing looked at his "masterpiece" with a proud look and nodded, then put it in an envelope, called the guard, and rushed to Dihua with a quick horse.
After doing all this, Yan Bing changed into a colorful skirt slowly, and specifically told Ling Yue to wash her shoulders with soap beans. Ling Yue threw the colorful skirt back on her face and said in a deep voice: "Today, I am my husband!"
Yan Bing smiled slightly, threw the colorful skirt to the side, threw a sentence, lifted the curtain and ran away.
"Then let's wash it tomorrow!"
Listening to Ling Yue's screams and scolding from behind, Yan Bing laughed even more proudly, kicking his feet quickly, and in a short while he returned to the baggage camp. When he passed by the old man's tent, he was hearing the old man teaching Feng Chen a lesson inside, so he quickly accelerated his pace and directly entered Wen Sheng's tent.
"Good disciple! My master is here to see you!! Did you not tell your master if you have anything to do..." Yan Bing walked in as he said, and saw Wen Sheng writing something on the table. When he saw her coming in, he hurriedly hid the letter behind him, but the brush in his right hand was still in the air, so Yan Bing couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh.
A fool!
"What...what is it? Master..." Wen Sheng looked at Yan Bing at the door with a guilty look on his face, and a very unnatural silly smile appeared on his face.
Yan Bing didn't talk much nonsense to him, so he took two steps forward, pinched Wen Sheng's arm, twisted it gently, and took the letter paper from his hand, looked down, and then frowned...
"Bang!", and slapped the letter on the table. He smiled bitterly, shook his head, turned his head to look at Wen Sheng beside him, frowned and said sarcastically, "You just want to marry a wife, as for what you said from the ancient sages!?? This has been written in a full article, without a single word! If your father saw this letter, he would not scold me for being incompetent??"
Wen Sheng looked at Yan Bing with a blushing face, scratched the back of his head and giggled foolishly.
Yan Bing looked at his apprentice's silly appearance and sighed helplessly, and had to say to him in a deep voice: "I said, you write!"
"Hey! OK!" Wensheng didn't hesitate and directly pulled out another piece of letter paper, spread it on the table, and then looked up at her.
Yan Bing paced back and forth in the tent, while slowly pondering, and then slowly spoke: "Father, my son-in-law recently met a woman with both talent and virtue, both civil and military, and could be a beauty... Oh? Why don't you write anymore??"
"Talented and virtuous? Both civil and military? Master... Do you know who your disciple is going to marry? Why doesn't your disciple look like her? Could it be that there is any misunderstanding?" Wen Sheng stared at Yan Bing with wide eyes, his face full of doubts.
"Isn't it Luo Qing?" Yan Bing also looked puzzled.
"It's her right...but this... the word "wencai"..."
"You can learn slowly from now on! If you want to write, write it! Don't talk nonsense!"
Yan Bing interrupted him without waiting for Wen Sheng to finish his words, and then continued, "The talented and virtuous are both talented and virtuous, and can be a beauty. Therefore, my son did not want to miss this good marriage, so I had a lot of contact with her. During this period, I felt that this woman was respectful, filial and filial, and kind and kind-hearted. She was actually the good wife she had been asking for throughout her life. So I decided not to marry her in this life, and I hope that my father would be the right person and marry her. My son would be grateful to me. I wish my father good health and good luck, and my son Wen Sheng would be the first to write her."
As Yan Bing finished reading slowly, Wen Sheng also wrote the letter, but when he held the letter paper and watched it, his face was filled with melancholy...
"Master...Is this... considered a deception of the king..."
"Tsk! There are so many things! Isn't it over this period of time that I'll teach her this?" Yan Bing took the letter, read it, and was sure, then turned his head to look at Wen Sheng, and whispered: "Go and call Luo Qing to come to my handsome account with her. She doesn't answer anything she asks, just tell her that it's a good thing."
"Oh... Then give me a try..." Wen Sheng replied with a slight look on his face.
Yan Bing became angry when he heard this, raised his hand and grabbed Wen Sheng's ear and asked, "What do you mean to try it?? Your future wife can't control yourself? I tell you, if Luo Qing doesn't pass in half an hour, he will not have you as an apprentice! Did you hear it?"
"Hey! Yes! The disciple knows! The disciple will do it now!"
As soon as Yan Bing let go, Wen Sheng immediately ran and rushed to Luo Qing's camp.
"Hmph! Rake your ears!" Yan Bing said to himself, turned his head, but saw Wen Pei huddling in the corner and smiling at him. Then he glared at him and said coldly: "Why are you laughing at? Go and send your master's letter to the fast horse!"
"Yes" Wen Pei hurried forward to take the envelope, covered his mouth and walked out of the tent while walking out of the tent.
What's wrong?
What's so funny?
Yan Bing curled his lips, then turned around and left the camp to start walking back. He passed by the old man's camp and heard the constant cursing inside. Then he laughed out loud, and with his little hand on his back, he jumped back to the Zhongjun camp, and then got into Wen Miao's camp and talked about his brother's affairs with her.
"This disciple! Not married yet! How can you do this??" Wen Miao, who heard the whole story, had anger on his face at this moment, then stood up and began to look for a convenient "family method"...
First I picked up a piece of paperweight and tried it in my hand. I felt it was too heavy and put it down again. Then I picked up a pair of pounding pestle and tried it. It hurt even more. I put it down again. Finally, I picked up a duster and tried it on my hand, but I put it down again...
Yan Bing was happy directly and said with a smile: "If you really can't bear to beat me, don't mess around. I'm afraid you can't find anything lighter than a duster in this room..."
Upon hearing this, Wang Wenmiao finally gritted his teeth, copied the duster directly in his hand, and walked back slowly...
"You really want to fight?" Yan Bing asked with a smile.
"I must fight!" Wen Miao replied firmly.
Looking at Wen Miao's firm eyes, Yan Bing had to smile bitterly and shook his head, and whispered: "Actually, we didn't worship..."
Wen Miao was slightly stunned, lowered his head and thought for a while, then threw away the duster in his hand, and said with a smile: "Then let's talk to me about teaching..."
Yan Bing raised his eyebrows, then looked at Wen Miao with a smirk and asked, "When did I say I wanted you to teach?"
"You first praised Haikou in the letter, and now you come to me to talk about this matter. In addition, I am well-versed in court etiquette. If that is not my teaching, who else can it be..." Wen Miao finished speaking and sighed slowly.
Hearing this, Yan Bing stood up directly, picked up Wen Miao, put his face close to her, and whispered: "I am worthy of being a talented woman... so smart..."
Wen Miao blushed, lowered her head, bit her lips without saying a word...
It was not until Yan Bing hugged her and walked towards the bed slowly that she said softly: "Wensheng and the others will come in a while..."
"Then let them wait in the handsome tent... Hey? Have you grown taller?"