Chapter 77 Falling asleep and the new year is coming
When Li Minglou hugged Wu Ya'er, the people on the ground and the roof were stunned and didn't move.
Wu Ya'er was shocked, but did not stop blowing the bamboo leaves.
She is very sad.
He was very familiar with this feeling. He was sitting in the wilderness late at night, alone in the world. When he was overwhelmed by sadness, he actually wanted to find someone to hug him.
He knew nothing about her, but precisely because he knew nothing, he knew that she had unspeakable sadness.
Wu Ya'er let her hold her and blew the bamboo leaves into a loud chant.
Jiang Mingjiang held Yuan Ji firmly and reminded him: "Young lady made the move first."
Should he stop what the young lady wants to do?
Yuanji crushed a tile before nailing himself to the eaves: "If he dares to do something, break his hand."
Fortunately, Wu Ya'er never made a move, just like a wooden stake poking into the ground, quietly and steadily holding the bamboo leaves and blowing them.
Jiang Ming wanted to laugh but was a little confused: "Miss, what's wrong, do you want to hug him?"
Yuan Ji guessed the reason for this, and told Jiang Ming about Wu Ya'er's life experience that was not detected yet.
"Miss is a kind-hearted person." Yuan Ji stared at Wu Ya'er and whispered, "I have pity on him."
After hearing this, Jiang Ming sighed twice: "That's really pitiful, that's too tragic."
The two looked at the two people cuddling below...
But that’s all I need is a hug to comfort me. Do I need to hug him all night long?
When Yuan Ji couldn't help but jump down and interrupt, Wu Ya'er finished playing a song and Li Minglou also let go of his hand.
Perhaps he felt that his actions were too abrupt, so Li Minglou patted Wu Ya'er on the shoulder and praised: "Well done."
Wu Ya'er smiled, looked at the girl who lowered her head and looked away, and asked: "Do you want to play another song?"
Li Minglou turned to look at him and smiled: "No, I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep."
Wu Ya'er pinched the bamboo leaves and nodded, saying hello: "Have a good rest."
Li Minglou said: "You too, please rest early."
She turned to leave, but Wu Ya'er called to her again, stretched out his hand to hold the bamboo leaves, "Give it to you."
What, what does she want with this? Li Minglou smiled, picked up the bamboo leaves from his palm, turned around and walked up the steps to the palace, Wu Ya'er watched her go in, and turned around and left.
The ladies in the palace were laughing, some carried lanterns to see off the governor, and others went into the palace to serve Li Minglou and rest.
It wasn't until silence returned in front of the palace that Yuan Ji and Jiang Ming let go of the handful of crushed tiles.
"We finally left." Jiang Ming said, "Why did we hug each other for so long? In the past, we separated quickly after hugging each other."
Yuanji, who let go of the tiles, pinched his arm: "Before? What does it mean before?"
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"before?"
Fang Er, who was sleeping, was called over and sat on the eaves, still unconscious.
"Miss and Wu Ya'er hugged each other twice before."
Twice! Yuanji’s face became serious, why didn’t he know?
"You're confused." Fang Er woke up and laughed, "One was when Ye Zhuer raided Huainan Road, and Governor Wu came to the rescue. Another time, Governor Wu was besieged by Ankang Mountain, and Miss went to help. You were not there, and neither was I.
In front of you, Baobao is here."
Jiang Mingdao: "So it's not the first time."
No wonder he looks so skilled...
Yuanji didn't care about this, he just asked: "Why hug? Who did it first?"
I really don’t know who made the first move. It was a blind act. Even if Baobao was called up and interrogated, he wouldn’t know. As for why he was hugged, Fang Er could answer.
"When you first heard that the young lady was rescued and that the young lady successfully defeated Ankang Mountain, Master Yuan, what did you think?" he asked.
Hearing this question and thinking of his mood at that time, Yuanji's heavy face softened: "Of course I am excited, happy and..."
Before he finished speaking, Fang Er leaned forward and hugged him...
There was a crashing sound, as if the black shadow of the tiles fell on the ground, and a sword light immediately appeared in the night on the ground and enveloped it...
"It's me." Fang Er said, rolling on the ground to avoid the sword's light.
The secret sentries heard his voice and quietly retreated.
Fang Er climbed up to the roof again and saw Yuan Ji raising his feet again and said hurriedly: "What are you doing?"
Yuanji glared: "What are you doing?"
"Didn't you ask me why I hugged you? That's what Baobao told me at that time." Fang Er said, "Everyone was happy and excited at that time, and everyone was hugging..."
Yuanji frowned: "Then just say no, why don't you give me a hug?"
Fang Er said: "Let you feel it."
Jiang Ming hugged her belly and laughed so hard that she couldn't get up.
Well, in short, the young lady hugged Wu Ya'er, either out of excitement and joy or out of pity and sympathy, Yuanji rolled up his sleeves and left.
Otherwise, for whatever reason, Fang Er also got angry and walked away.
Jiang Ming was on duty tonight, sitting on the eaves, looking at the night sky, twirling his short beard and saying with a smile, the starry sky tonight is so beautiful.
Li Minglou couldn't see the starry sky, and there was no starlight in the room where she was. Darkness enveloped her as she slept peacefully. Her black hair was neatly tied behind her back, but one arm restlessly stretched out outside the quilt. There was another arm beside her pillow.
The thin green bamboo leaves lay quietly and fell into a deep sleep.
On the other side of the hall, Wu Ya'er turned over on the pillow again. Why on earth did she hug him suddenly? Oh, it was because of sadness.
He turned over again, and the starlight shone through the window. You could see the worry on his face. Was he so sad? What was it? How could he relieve her worries?
He sighed and sat up.
He should have asked a few more questions at that time. He should not have just asked what was the matter and just let it go if she didn't answer.
This is polite and measured, but there is no need to be too polite and measured between them, after all, they have hugged so many times...
I’ll ask tomorrow!
Wu Yaer lay back on the pillow.
"Crow." The woman murmured.
Wu Yaer stood up in a hurry, only to see the woman on the bed next to her turn over and gently pat the swaddling clothes beside her.
"Be good," she murmured softly, "sleep."
It was the tossing and turning that had disturbed his mother. Wu Yaer smiled, lay back gently, covered himself with quilt, and closed his eyes while listening to the woman's low tune.
In the distance there was the sound of firecrackers crackling in the night.
The seventh year of Chengyuan has passed, and the eighth year of Chengyuan has arrived.
The capital is filled with the joy of the New Year, but the Liubu Yamen outside the imperial city is quieter than usual.
Mr. Wu, who had lost an arm, sat in front of the fire with a frown. This frown was not only because of the loss of an arm, but also because of the pile of documents in front of him.
How could he be in the mood to read documents?
Mr. Zheng on the other side was looking through the documents, but the pile of documents did not decrease and he was absent-minded.
"My lord, my lord." An official came in happily and whispered, "Governor Wu is here."
Mr. Wu and Mr. Zheng hurriedly put away their frowns and stood up. Wu Ya'er had already come in wearing a military uniform with his hat lowered to cover his face. He lifted his hat and a smile appeared on his face: "Two adults, have a good holiday."
The two adults hurriedly returned the courtesy. Master Zheng also looked at Wu Yaer's expression and asked tentatively: "The governor seems to be in a good mood?"
Wu Ya'er nodded and said solemnly: "It's all thanks to the two adults."
Just to receive them, Mrs. Chu no longer urged him to leave before the New Year, so he could spend the New Year here.
Master Zheng and Master Wu have other considerations.
"Then Mrs. Chu..." Lord Wu asked.
Before he finished asking, Wu Ya'er stopped the topic and asked: "When will Your Majesty come?"
Urging Your Majesty to come down again! Lord Zheng and Lord Wu looked at each other. Wu Yaer has not left here for so long. He is happy for their arrival and is urging Your Majesty to come down again...