In Xiangzhou in late autumn, strong winds were blowing, and the grass and trees were withered and yellow, but when you looked down at the land, it was not desolate.
On the road, there were people riding horses and carriages carrying burdens, and soldiers with bright armor and tall horses galloped, kicking up dust. The people on the road did not panic and retreated to the side. The soldiers and horses did not show any aggression, and crossed the not wide road to the distance.
Everyone goes his own way and does his own thing.
"It will definitely be cold this winter." Wang Li was sitting on a chair, but there was no anxiety on his face as before. He held a handful of fried beans and threw them into his mouth one by one, "Are we going to fight this winter?"
Wu Ya'er shook his head: "Not this winter, we don't have enough food and troops."
Wang Li nodded and said, "Then prepare more." He extended his hand forward to invite, "These beans are soaked in broth and dried before frying. They taste really delicious. Try them."
Wu Ya'er smiled and shook his head: "You eat less."
"I don't have much to eat." Wang Li took it back without politeness, ate the beans with a bang, and pouted at the table, "Auntie, what's wrong?"
Wu Ya'er was reading a letter. It was not a document from the imperial court. Recently, documents from the imperial court were not as frequent as before, but there were more and more letters from home.
A letter comes every ten days and a half. Is Huainan Road going to be finished? So busy?
She wrote a letter, and of course Wu Ya'er had to reply. This back and forth made it seem that Wu Ya'er was also very leisurely.
"Xiancai said that Huainan Road is worry-free." Wu Ya'er laughed and explained, "It was about my mother. She seemed to remember that she wanted to see me and asked why she hadn't arrived yet."
Wang Li snorted: "Then what's the use of writing a letter? Send my aunt here."
Wu Ya'er smiled and said nothing, and Wang Li no longer bothered about this. He knew in his heart that this was impossible, so the woman relied on Mrs. Wu to hold Wu Ya'er's neck...hold it.
Her neck was loosened, and she even put on gold and silver jewelry, but that didn't mean she let go of her hands.
"She has been writing so frequently lately, and I always feel like there is something wrong." Wang Lisurong said.
Wu Yaer clenched the hand holding the letter to prevent him from taking it away, and raised her head to look at him...
Wang Li touched his neck: "Is she trying to trick us all into a trap?"
Wu Ya'er lowered his head and smiled: "We are not easy to kill either."
A soldier poked his head in from outside: "Master Li, you are here. Young Master Xiao is looking for you outside."
Wang Li jumped up and said, "Then I'll hide first... No, I'll go out and take a look first."
Wang Li held the fried beans without touching the floor and walked away. The room became quiet again, except for the north wind whirling outside the door, lifting the door curtain again and again to peek.
Wu Ya'er read the letter again. The letters between them would mention their mother, but they would also talk about other things, the weather and daily life... It seemed like they were back to the beginning.
When they first wrote letters home, this was the content.
However, although the content is the same, it is still different. The perspective from which I speak these words becomes my own, and I am no longer an empty person.
In this letter, Mrs. Chu even spoke more deeply about herself, where she came from, and her father.
Of course, I didn’t mention my name or origin, just my father.
"...It turns out that my father is not the person I know of. He is a person whose origin cannot be found. He is a blood relative who has always been connected by the same surname. It turns out that it is not real..."
Wu Ya'er shook her hand. She had an extraordinary origin. This had been thought of for a long time. Only people with extraordinary origins could hide their identity so closely. This was not something she could do alone, but was based on her father's family business.
.
Her father must be extraordinary.
He did not explore which of these extraordinary families in Daxia could be the origin of this woman. He just sighed softly. No matter how extraordinary people are, they have troubles. Through the messy handwriting on the letter, you can imagine how she suddenly learned the news.
Shocked.
She is not very old.
Wu Ya'er stretched out her hand in front of her body and put her hand on her heart. She was only as tall as this... delicate and soft and small.
She said these words to him, a stranger. No matter how bustling and lively she was around her, she was still a lonely person in her heart.
Wu Ya'er felt the softness in her heart with her hands. She took a deep breath and folded the letter and put it in her chest. Then she spread the letter paper and picked up a pen. With the north wind that occasionally lifted the curtain to peek, she concentrated on writing the letter.
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"lady."
A waiter jumped in from the courtyard door leading to the Yamen, holding a letter, and ran towards the backyard.
"The letter of Dudu."
Li Minglou, who was watching Jin Jue and Mrs. Wu playing with rope on the porch in the backyard, stood up with a smile on his face: "Bring it to me quickly."
The child ran over and handed it to her.
"There is a letter from the Governor." Li Minglou said to Mrs. Wu, "I will read it first. After reading it, I will tell you what he wrote."
Mrs. Wu gently groped for the colorful ropes in Kumquat's hands with both hands, picked two out of the intricate ropes, flipped them dexterously, and nodded with a smile: "Okay."
Li Minglou took the letter and stood up and went in.
Fang Er, who was standing at the entrance of the courtyard, said to Jiang Ming: "Look, the lady wrote him a letter, and he replied immediately."
Jiang Ming was convinced and nodded with satisfaction: "Miss is better."
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Li Minglou sat down in front of the window, took out the letter and was about to tear it open but then stopped, looking a little embarrassed. At that time, she was depressed and wrote the letter. After sending the letter, she felt a little regretful. They were not familiar with each other. Wu Yaer looked at it.
It will be very difficult for him. There is no way to comfort or ask him about this kind of thing. What should he say?
Li Minglou laughed again when he thought of this. What he should say was his worry, so why should she think about it!
The letter was opened and revealed to the eyes.
"...You are right. It doesn't matter where your father comes from. You are still your father's child. Bloodline is of course very important to the world, but sometimes it is meaningless, such as
Me, I don’t have a father, I don’t know who my father is, but I still grew up to be myself..."
Li Minglou sounded, covering his mouth with his hands, his expression was shocked.
Wu Ya'er has no father, and she doesn't know who her father is?!
what does that mean?
Li Minglou looked out the window. Under the vines outside the window, a woman with gray hair was blindfolded, smiling, holding a flower in her hand, which was the prize for winning the rope flip.
Those gouged-out eyes went crazy...
Li Minglou looked away, put his hands on his face and took a deep breath. Looking at the letter on the table, his expression no longer felt uneasy, but only with sadness.
People in this world always have misfortunes you can't imagine.
"...My mother gave birth to me and raised me, and I love and care for me. I also care for myself. I know what kind of person I want to be, what I want to do, and where I want to go. So where do I start from?
It doesn't matter. "
Li Minglou nodded and rubbed his fingers on the letter. His father probably thought the same way and did the same thing. When he was young, he knew this secret. After searching and investigating it, he no longer regarded it as heaven and earth, and his world has not changed.
collapse.
He is Li Fengan, who studied, practiced martial arts, and made great achievements.
Li Minglou folded the letter and put it away, and called Fang Er through the window.
"Is Mingyu home?" she asked in a low voice,
Li Mingyu came here hiding his whereabouts, slept here for a night, rested for a whole day, and left the next night, thinking that he should have arrived at Jiannan Road.
"The news from the carrier pigeon has arrived. The messenger walked slower and is still on the way. It's only been a few days." Fang Er nodded and asked, "Do you have anything to tell the young master?"
No one knew why Li Mingyu came except Yuanji Jinju who was present at the time. Of course Fang Er would not ask or guess. Young Master Ping An and Miss Ping An are safe. If there are any problems, they will be solved.
Li Minglou shook his head with a smile: "No, Mingyu can handle it by himself."
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Lian Xiaoqiang lay on the ground and opened his mouth to catch the water droplets falling from the stone wall. The water droplets fell accurately into his mouth, which made him very happy.
"Don't know what to eat today?" he asked with interest.
The look of death-seeking he had when he was first imprisoned has disappeared.
"I'm used to it." Lian Xiaoqiang corrected, reaching out to pat her heart, "Come and touch it, my heart is already dead."
His heart has died three times, once when Lian Xiaojun let Ma Jiang go, once when Lian Xiaojun said he would come to Jiannan Road, and this time when Lian Xiaojun told Li Mingyu that his father was not a child of the Li family.
He died on the ground at that time. Unlike Lian Xiaojun who walked into the dungeon by himself, he was dragged in by the soldiers.
His heart was too dead to die any more.
Lian Xiaojun sat on the ground, shining brightly in the dim light of the dungeon.
"I should be able to go out today." He counted on his fingers. "This young master has been running around searching here and there for more than twenty days."
Lian Xiaoqiang breathed at the stone wall: "So, our death has finally arrived."
Lian Xiaojun said: "You are just too pessimistic. Don't die all the time. Why don't you live a good life?"
Lian Xiaoqiang jumped up from the ground: "You are still asking me? I should ask you! Isn't it good to live well?" He shrank his hands in front of him and held his heart hard, then knelt down again, "Lian Xiaojun, Lian Xiao
Jun, I really don’t know whether you are a human being or a ghost..."
There was a snap, and a dazzling light shone down from above their heads, illuminating the faces of the two people in the darkness as pale as ghosts.
"Come out." A young man's voice fell, "It's time to eat."
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After Lian Xiaojun washed up, he sat in the hall again. He first looked at the food in front of him, and then looked at the young master in front of him.
"It seems that Young Master has already made up his mind." He said and called out, "Cousin."
Li Mingyu sat on the white tiger skin and raised her hands: "Don't call us so close yet, it's not sure whether we are cousin or not."
Lian Xiaojun smiled gently: "We are relatives, this is determined by blood."
Li Mingyu shook his head: "No, no, it's up to me to decide who is my relative." 2k Reading Network