This time the prefect of Guangzhou and the observers stayed overnight in Dou County, accompanying the angels from the capital.
"Although our Dou County is small, there is still a lot of excitement there." The head clerk greeted the guests warmly.
The magistrate's observation envoy Angel and other officials had already seen the wine vats and porridge vats in Dou County. Under the leadership of Zhu Tong, they went to the merchants to see the wine vats with springs flowing on all sides, as well as mountains of fireworks and a tall stage.
In the past, when Mrs. Wu was happy, she would set off fireworks and sing a big show. She would also ask a very powerful juggler to do tricks, and she would eat and drink wine, meat, etc. as she pleased.
Now that I have received this great joy from the emperor, I really don’t know how to celebrate it. The chief secretary can’t imagine it, and he is looking forward to it. Businessmen from all walks of life also flocked to give Andezhong birthday gifts. Mrs. Wu spent a lot of money.
, this is a thank you to the emperor, I really don’t know what will catch her eyes.
But what surprised everyone was that Mrs. Wu did not invite everyone to drink and eat meat, nor did she set off fireworks that stayed on all night, nor did she buy any rare treasures from the world.
"War is not a good thing. I would rather not have these rewards. I just hope that war never happens." Li Minglou explained to the chief secretary, "Your Majesty has just gone through the catastrophe. These things cannot be celebrated."
The Master Registrar suddenly felt ashamed: "Young Madam, you are thoughtful."
Of course, Li Minglou has thought carefully. Now that there is an imperial edict, her identity is beyond doubt, the court has recognized her merits, and she has a husband who has just skyrocketed. No one will stop her from doing anything, whether in Dou County or Huainan Road.
, at least not in this section, she no longer needs to rely on money to pave the way.
Money should be spent meaningfully.
"I'm not a person who spends money randomly." Li Minglou continued to play games with the blind woman and said to Yuanji after sending the master book away.
Jin Jue, who was standing aside, laughed and looked at Li Minglou holding the small jade hook in his hand. Even the small hook used for playing games was made of fine jade. The young lady really did not spend money casually.
"Ma'am, it's your turn to guess." She reminded.
The blind woman took Li Minglou's hand and smiled gently: "Here."
Jin Jue stamped her feet in annoyance: "Madam, she guessed it right again." She picked up the pen and looked at the mirror. There were several lines on her face in the mirror, which was very funny, but this time she didn't have to draw on her own face again, "Miss, I
I want to draw it for you."
Li Minglou smiled and raised his head slightly, lifting up a corner of his mask, revealing a piece of white and greasy skin on his chin. Before Kumquat picked up the pen, the woman reached out and dipped a little of it on the inkstone on the table. She was blind and couldn't see it.
When she was about to fall on the covered face, Li Minglou stepped forward and let her fingers fall on her face.
A little black ink shines on the white and greasy skin.
Jinju laughed, and the woman smiled gently even though she couldn't see it.
This scene was quickly recorded by the painter on the side, and then installed together with the previous paintings. Jiang Ming once again led ten servants in plain clothes and simple horses, and followed the eunuchs who came to announce the decree to the capital.
"Brother Jiang!"
Before he reached the city gate, the soldiers who had been waiting for a long time came forward with a big smile.
Jiang Ming jumped down before his horse stopped, hugged the soldier, patted his shoulders and laughed: "One day is like three autumns apart. How many autumns have passed between us?"
"Not only am I looking forward to you, but the general is also looking forward to it." The soldier held his hand and said, "Let's go home quickly."
A group of people were speeding toward the city in surprise as people on the roadside pointed out their opinions.
The soldiers in front were like wolves and tigers, and pedestrians were fleeing. The gates of the capital were now guarded by soldiers, strictly checking the crowds coming in and out. However, when they saw this group of soldiers coming, they not only did not step forward to stop them, but instead dispersed the crowded people.
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The military man led Jiang Ming and his men through the city gate and heard comments coming from behind.
"Who is this?"
"They didn't even check the city gate guards."
"Roche?"
"Luo Shi can't do it now, he is a general of the military capital."
"They broke through the city gate with a knife and came in. Who dares to stop him?"
There were cynicism, sarcasm, and disdain in the crowd. Zhonghou listened to a few words without paying attention, and slipped in after the guard before he started checking.
Wu Ya'er didn't even care about the discussions outside. He saw Jiang Ming and exchanged a few words with him before letting him rest. There were military men accompanying him to entertain him with hot wine and hot dishes. Wu Ya'er looked at the two large scrolls hanging in the hall.
painting.
The painting was life-size and lifelike, and Lao Hu was startled when he first walked in.
"I thought the real person was sitting there." He shouted, and he moved forward in surprise and curiosity, poking at the picture with his thick fingers, "Why does it look so similar? Is there a gourd on this table? What's on the gourd? Is it a grasshopper?
?There are even grasshoppers in the middle of winter?”
His yelling filled the room, and he was picked up by the people next to him and pulled away: "Don't damage the painting with your hands."
Only then did Lao Hu stand up straight and marveled: "It turns out that my aunt also plays games every day. What is she playing? Drawing on her face?"
The girl next to her was holding a pen, and her face was painted horizontally and vertically. Mrs. Wu covered her face, but the exposed corner was touched by the blind woman.
Wu Ya'er said: "Hide the hook."
What is a hidden hook? Lao Hu was puzzled, and Wu Ya'er didn't explain any more. His eyes lingered on the picture, watching his mother viewing the rewards, watching his mother trying on jewelry, and watching his mother playing and joking, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"This Mrs. Wu is really thoughtful." The man next to her said, "Crow, it seems they are eager to cooperate with us."
Wu Ya'er nodded.
"In that case, Crow, please show your sincerity." Another man said.
Hasn’t sincerity been expressed? Isn’t the imperial edict enough?
The man smiled: "You don't understand this when you look at it." He raised his chin towards the painting, "Sincerity is sometimes reflected in small things."
Wu Ya'er frowned: "For example?"
"For example, writing a letter home." The man smiled.
Before Wu Ya'er could say anything, Lao Hu yelled: "I don't even know if she is a human or a ghost. What kind of letter should she write to her family and how to write it!"
"Then isn't it just to make her believe that Crow believes that she is Que'er and his fiancée?" The man explained, "Of course, I will write to Que'er as I want."
That's it. Wu Ya'er didn't object and thought silently.
The married man knew what the young man was thinking and smiled: "It's very simple, just talk about some insignificant daily things, such as what you ate, what scenery you saw, what's new in the court, the more verbose the better.
"
The other men all laughed: "Jia San, is this how you fool your wife?"
Wu Ya'er looked at the long and spacious scroll again. The blind woman did not look at him. She was sitting relaxedly, smiling and enjoying. No matter what time, her eyes were always on the woman wrapped in a robe and a mask.
On the woman who lives.
She can make my mother trust and depend on her like this...
Since she is sincere, he also has sincerity. When she dies in the future, he will raise her soldiers for her, guard her territory, retain her identity as Mrs. Wu, and let her be as glorious as before and after her death.
Wu Ya'er walked to the desk, sat down, and picked up the pen: "Jia San, you ask me to write."
...
...
Li Minglou was a little surprised when he looked at the letter on the table.
"What is this?" she asked.
It's rare for a young lady to find something she doesn't recognize. Jin Jue smiled quickly: "This is a letter home from my uncle."
Yuan Ji glanced at her, Jin Jue stuck out his tongue and walked away with a smile. Li Minglou also smiled. Of course she heard what Jiang Ming said when he handed over the letter, but, uncle, the letter from home...
Unexpectedly, without Xiang Nan in this life, she would still receive a letter home from her uncle.
Li Minglou opened the letter and started laughing even more: "He really treats me like a bird, right?"
Hand the letter to Yuanji.
Yuan Ji answered the question from another angle: "It's Wu Ya'er's notes. Jiang Ming saw the daily documents on his desk." Then he lowered his head to read the content of the letter and smiled unconsciously, "Maybe it's to make you believe him.
I believe you are Queer."
Although this statement is convoluted, everyone understands the truth.
Li Minglou put his head in his hands: "Do I look stupid?"
Yuan Ji said: "If you want others to believe you, you must first believe it." He returned the letter to Li Minglou and added, "The writing is quite good."
"Uncle Yuan Ji, you talk a bit too much today." Li Minglou held the letter with two fingers and shook it, "Then as his wife, I have to reply to him."
Yuan Ji said: "Miss, it's the same thing if you ask someone to write it."
Li Minglou looked at the letter in his hand. In order to make others believe in him, Xiang Nan had done this kind of thing. He thought that the contents of the letters in his previous life were similar to this. At that time, he thought they were trivial, cordial and sincere, but now they look empty and pale.
The content is applicable to any recipient, um...
Isn't this quite appropriate? The letter written by Xiang Nan in that life finally has the right person and time, so it's not a waste as she still remembers a lot of the content.
Li Minglou put down the letter and sat up straight: "I'll write it myself." He smiled at Yuan Ji and said, "Uncle Yuan Ji, take a look at my writing later."
Like a child comparing themselves to each other, Yuan Ji smiled again, his eyes softened a little. The eldest lady had not had a playmate since she was a child, so this Wu Ya'er could be a playmate.
He was studying ink on the side, and watched Li Minglou give the letter to Jin Jue to read to the blind woman. She was reading the letter over there, and she was writing the letter here. After the cold and spring came, the room was a little brighter than before, which made people feel better.
Follow the brightness.
The cold in February has subsided, but the wind is still chilly.
Xiang Nan, wrapped in a cloak, sneezed and raised his hand to rub his nose.
"Xiang Nan, does your wife miss you again?" the companion behind him asked with a smile.
Xiang Nan got married when he went home, and his companions in the military camp all knew that the groom would always be laughed at when he returned.
Xiang Nan looked back at them and smiled without saying a word.
"You too, why are you so anxious to come back? Didn't Mr. Jiang give you three months of leave?"
"Look, you'll be out the door as soon as you get back."
"It's such a cold day and it's so far away from Fanyang. How can I compare to holding my wife at home?"
The companions kept up the conversation, laughing and complaining.
Xiang Nan just listened with a smile, without shyly avoiding or stopping these vulgar jokes. He looked behind his companions and saw more soldiers and horses behind him, as well as two carriages.
"The adults riding in the carriage must not be cold." A companion murmured.
Xiang Nan said: "It's not comfortable to ride in a carriage either."
Even if the carriage is thickly padded, the long journey from Beijing to Fanyang will not be enjoyable.
"Your Majesty has already ordered the twelve guards to return to their original positions, why do you need to send someone to go to Fan Yang?" A soldier whispered.
"You don't understand this. Governor An is different in His Majesty's eyes." A soldier said with a smile, "Of course you have to tell him separately about such a big matter."
It is true that Ankang Mountain is favored. Once I heard that Ankang Mountain was ill, the emperor and his concubine even sent envoys to greet him.
But in fact it was not the case this time. Xiang Nan was listening. Before he came, his boss Mr. Jiang had already told him that first of all, this matter was not the intention of the emperor, but of Prime Minister Cui Zheng. Secondly, it was not about withdrawing troops and returning home.
The matter is in place, but to invite Ankang Shan to Beijing.
There were four officials in the carriage behind, two of them were accompanying Ankangshan to Beijing, and two were going to Fanyang to replace Ankangshan as military envoys.
"Now that the undercurrent is raging, Wu Ya'er is domineering in the capital and hoarding heavy troops. The only people Cui Xiangye trusts are us." Mr. Jiang told him, "You will lead the troops this time. Some of them will escort Ankangshan back to the capital, and some of them will escort you."
You two adults are going to Fan Yang, where there is also a dragon's pond and a tiger's den."
The officials of the imperial court did not take it seriously, but for them officers and generals, the movements over Fan Yang were very frightening. Although since the implementation of the Jiedushi Envoy, the guards in various places have been basically in the hands of the Jiedushi Envoy, but the private soldiers
The degree is different, the most unfathomable one is Fanyang Ankang Mountain relying on the emperor's favor, and the other is the Jiannan Road where Emperor Tiangao traveled far away from Shu and the difficult road.
Speaking of Jiannan Road, Mr. Jiang also made some jokes about Xiang Nan.
"Although everyone laughs at your brother-in-law for being a child Jiedushi, Jiannan Road is really very good at raising troops." He sincerely warned, "You will definitely benefit from learning a few things. You are smart, agile and good at kung fu, and you will have a bright future in the future.
It’s immeasurable.”
Does everyone think that if you climb Jiannan Road, you will have a bright future? If you leave Jiannan Road, you will achieve nothing? Xiang Nan laughed at himself. Originally, Mr. Jiang’s arrangement was for him to escort Ankang Mountain to Beijing, but he took the initiative to escort the adults of the imperial court.
Go to Fanyang.
Fan Yang is like a dragon in a tiger's den, so what if he breaks in?
"Ah, then you won't be able to go back to see your new wife for more than a year." Mr. Jiang was surprised.
I heard that she is like a fairy. Of course, the more important thing is that she is the eldest lady of Jiannan Road.
"Nowadays, the world is unstable and your Majesty is in danger. This is the time when our troops and horses are needed." Xiang Nan said, "I dare not let down the emperor's kindness."
Being the son-in-law of Jiannan Road was really different. Lord Jiang laughed and agreed to his request.
"Commander Xiang, Fan Yang's soldiers are stationed ahead." A scout rushed over, bringing new news that interrupted Xiang Nan's trance.
Xiang Nansurong raised his hand and made a few gestures to his back. The soldiers who were joking and joking immediately regained their seriousness, organized their queues, and notified the adults in the carriage. A line of soldiers and horses moved forward like a long dragon, crossing the hill.
I saw a camp standing on the frozen ground.
Xiang Nan stood high on the hill and looked down.
"Fan Yang has many soldiers and horses." He whispered to himself.
The colorful flags of the camp were fluttering, soldiers and horses galloped out, a large cart was slowly pulled by twenty strong servants, and a mountain of meat got off without waiting for it to stop.
The thick attendants on both sides couldn't help him, and the mountain of meat fell to the ground, his clothes and hair were messed up, and he was very embarrassed.
"Adults, you are finally here." Ankangshan sat on the ground and ignored his appearance, crying loudly, "What happened to my Majesty and my godmother? My heart is hurting to death."