The lights in the room were bright, illuminating the figures and surrounding Wu Ya'er who was sitting behind several tables.
"Write a letter to Mrs. Chu?" A man sitting opposite advised, "Just let me write it."
The sound of Wu Ya'er getting up inside was quickly heard by people outside. Everyone rushed in happily, only to see Wu Ya'er sitting at the desk writing without water, food or medicine, his hair uncombed and his clothes disheveled.
letter.
"Why are you in such a hurry?"
"A big seal? There is no difference in the time spent on a meal."
"Actually, it doesn't matter if Mrs. Chu doesn't have a seal. She will be whatever she says in Huainan Road."
Everyone tried to persuade him, and Wu Ya'er wrote a letter along with their persuasion. When the persuasion didn't work, someone offered to write the letter on his behalf.
It was always like this in the past. In the beginning, letters home were all written by him.
"No need, Lao Jia." Wu Ya'er said, "It's done."
He read the letter and wrote only a few words. He returned to Xiangzhou safely, captured Weizhou, and eliminated Ankang Mountain's intrusion.
Maybe there are more things that can be said. We met her briefly on Huainan Road. Because I was in a hurry to get back, I only said a few words to her, but I didn't go into details about many things.
To elaborate, I'm afraid I won't be able to write on a piece of paper, so I'd like to report that I'm safe first, so as not to worry her...
In terms of cooperation transactions, if something happens to him, it will not be a good thing for Huainan Road.
I’ll write the rest tomorrow.
Wu Ya'er put the letter and the seal and said, "Send it over."
Seeing him put down his pen, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and urged, "Take medicine quickly." "Eat quickly." "Drink water."
Wu Yaer did not take medicine, eat or drink water, and continued to give instructions: "Recapture Weizhou and report victory to Linzhou."
In this way, Liang Zhen regained Fan Yang, Wu Ya'er regained Weizhou, and the Lady of Chu killed Ankangshan's adopted son. This was a great victory for all three parties, which was enough for His Majesty and the court to have a good year.
"The slander that the crow doesn't come back won't matter."
"New grain, grass, soldiers and horses will also be sent."
"With this battle, we can have a good winter and a good year."
There was laughter and laughter in the hall. Wu Ya'er did not need to write the good news to the court himself. A man took the paper and pen. With the laughter and laughter, Wu Ya'er took a sip of hot water. The doctors also came in and examined Wu Ya'er.
Change dressings and bandages for wounds.
"This is the porridge I made." Xiao Wan, who seldom spoke, said proactively, "I added herbs and ate them to strengthen my body. The wounds will heal quickly."
A man next to him smiled and joked, "Young Master Xiaowan is also concerned about the Governor."
Unlike other young masters, Xiao Wan rarely comes to Wu Ya'er, and rarely gets as close to Wu Ya'er as other young masters do.
Xiaowan said nothing.
That's because Wu Ya'er saved Miss Li. Miss Li almost died this time, if Wu Ya'er hadn't arrived in time.
Miss Li is his savior, and the person who saves Miss Li is also his benefactor.
Some people are also curious, "Can the small bowl be used to make medicinal meals?"
What is common among everyone is that small bowls are used to treat broken stomachs and intestinal tracts caused by battles, and knives are used to chop bones and arrows into the flesh. The methods are only external medicine for external injuries, stopping bleeding, setting bones and sewing skin and flesh, and boiling medicine to replenish qi and blood are all done by other doctors.
Xiaowan remained silent and concentrated on pouring out the medicinal porridge.
If it hadn't been for him, most of the chickens, ducks, rabbits and dogs that Dad had messed with wouldn't have lived to be sold.
No matter what the men were talking and joking about, and no matter how silent they were in the small bowl, Wu Ya'er took the medicinal porridge and ate it spoon by spoon.
The important things were explained, the stomach was full, and everyone dispersed. Wu Yaer lay back on the bed, feeling the pain in his body, and shook hands. There was no longer the seal of Mrs. Chu Guo in his hand, and both the seal and the letter were sent.
Now that you're out, you can sleep peacefully.
But he turned over and sat up again, pulling the box out from under the bed.
There is a stack of scrolls in the box, which are portraits sent by Mrs. Chu. The paintings mainly depict the daily life of his mother, and Mrs. Chu will also appear.
At first, black clothes covered her whole body. Later, she put on a white dress and no longer covered her head and face. However, she was either in a corner or covered by rockeries, eaves, flowers and willows, as if in the mist.
Looming in the clouds.
The scroll was spread out on the bed, and the person on it was even more drowsy under the dim lamp.
The painting could not be seen clearly, even when she was standing in front of her and hugging her, Wu Yaer recalled that scene again. The warm body, soft clothes, and pleasant voice were all real, but her face was
He couldn't remember it, but he thought it was a bit funny...
They say she is as beautiful as a fairy. Shouldn't she never forget seeing a fairy? What would she think if she knew that she didn't see her face clearly? Would she be surprised? Angry? Or, laugh...
Wu Ya'er sat on the bed and smiled. After a moment of laughter, he got up and came to the desk again. He turned on the light, spread out the letter paper and picked up a pen. All the things he wanted to say were swirling in his mind, but the words he put down on the paper were...
..
"The face I didn't see clearly."
...
...
There are many people who have not slept in the night, vigilant sentries, running messengers, patrolling guards, crying children, adults who fall asleep and wake up...
The lights in the room were not bright yet and Chen Er's face could not be seen clearly. Xiang Nan accurately took the letter from his hand and scanned it with a single glance.
"So that's it." He seemed to be relieved and relieved, "It's so dangerous to kill An Shouzhong."
The good news on Huainan Road has spread, but the specific details are isolated within the territory of Huainan Road. Of course Xiang Nan did not believe what the good news said. An Shouzhong fled to Huainan Road and was killed by Mrs. Chu.
Only when An Shouzhong went crazy would he flee to Huainan Road...
An Shouzhong was indeed a madman, but a ferocious, terrifying and agile madman. The detailed information Xiang Nan asked Xinbing to find out further confirmed this.
That woman almost died at the hands of this madman.
The descriptions on the letter are frightening, and one can only imagine how dangerous those two days and nights were.
The fire light jumped, Chen Er lit two more lamps, came over to read the letter, and said twice: "So this is how Fan Yang's victory was obtained. Ankang Mountain really values the Chu State's Lady, and the Chu State Lady's head is worth a
Fanyang City.”
He reached out and touched Xiang Nan's head.
"Master, you have to work hard on your head."
Xiang Nan stretched out his hand, pinched his head and turned it: "Practice the ink."
The young master's strength became much stronger, and Chen Er was pushed to the desk.
"What are you doing studying ink in the middle of the night? Are you going to recite poetry?" he asked dissatisfied.
Xiang Nan said: "I want to write a letter."
Chen Er snorted: "Have you finally written a letter to your wife? The rumors about you and Mrs. Chu have spread throughout my wife's army. Although your wife never said anything or wrote a letter, you can
Don't think she doesn't know..."
Xiang Nan glanced at him.
Chen Er was the first to speak: "I know this is a despicable trick by Henan Province, but if three people become a tiger, the soldiers and horses of Jiannan Province will look at it wrongly. Maybe they will tie him up one night
Take it back to Taiyuan Mansion."
Xiang Nan smiled: "Okay, I understand, don't be verbose and just study the ink."
Chen Er curled his lips and studied ink, watching the young man in a white robe brush his sleeves with one hand and dip his hand into ink, writing on the letter paper.
"Mrs. Chu, the power of the Huainan Road has been greatly improved, and the dangers have also increased. Difficulties in keeping one's loyalty will definitely arise this time."