Chen Danzhu left the military camp happily, seeing the beautiful spring scenery and a smile on his face.
Zhulin couldn't help complaining: "How could Miss Danzhu trouble the general to deliver the letter for you?"
Fenglin has already told him that he will inform him of Qi's movements and ask him to tell Miss Danzhu in time. Miss Danzhu's letter to the third prince will also be sent to him in time.
Military soldiers could not even use the third prince's biological mother, Concubine Xu, and Concubine Xu could only get information about the third prince's movements from the emperor.
Chen Danzhu said proudly: "How can this be called trouble? My concern for the third prince is also a major military and national matter."
Zhu Lin sneered in his heart, thinking about such military and national events as eating hawthorn at Tingyun Temple?
Chen Danzhu ignored him. She was right. The safety of the third prince was indeed a major military and state matter. However, she was very soft-spoken. If she said she suspected that the third prince's illness was not cured, no one would believe her. In fact, there were so many
Everyone said it was fine, but she herself didn't quite believe it.
The contact was too brief at that time, maybe it was her misunderstanding, maybe it was because the third prince was in good health, weak and had residual symptoms.
What she can do is to learn more about the movements of the third prince, and to ask General Iron Mask to pay more attention to him - General Iron Mask is a suspicious and cautious veteran who will not let go of the slightest movement.
Fenglin didn't care whether this was a major military matter or not. He followed his instructions and sent a steady stream of the Third Prince's movements.
Chen Danzhu was sitting in the Peach Blossom Temple, as if he was following the third prince as he walked along the way, encountered wind and rain, passed through the city, and slept in the wild.
During this period, she also wrote a letter to the third prince to ask how he was doing. The third prince also replied to her letter and attached a medical record from the accompanying imperial physician.
When this letter was sent, the third prince also entered the capital of Qi.
Chen Danzhu sat by the spring, holding the medical records in front of her eyes and looking at the mottled spring light in the forest. She thought of the same situation in the past. In order not to worry her, the third prince directly gave her the medical records to read, as if nothing had changed.
, until I saw Juanxiu’s small characters Ningning transcribed at the end of the medical record——
Chen Danzhu lowered his head and put down the medical records.
"Miss." A Tian cut a basket of wild flowers and ran back. When she saw Chen Danzhu put down the letter in his hand, she pointed aside, "Miss, do you want to write a reply to the third prince?"
Mats were laid out beside the spring and several desks were placed, including pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
Chen Danzhu thought for a while, shook her head and nodded: "I won't write to His Highness the Third Prince anymore. It would be nice to know that everything is fine with him." She stood up and sat in front of the desk, "It's time to write to my sister."
Hearing this, A Tian's eyes were a little worried. The young lady must be unhappy because she didn't reply to the third prince. She was so happy when she received the reply. Also, writing a letter to the eldest lady is also a matter of course.
What a sad thing.
In the past two years, the lady has written letters to Xijing every month, and she has also sent them through Zhulin with military messengers, but she has never received a reply.
The letter will definitely not be lost. A Tian asked Zhulin, and Zhulin said that the letter would be sent directly to the Sixth Prince's Mansion, and then someone there would hand it over to the Chen family.
That means that if the master doesn’t reply to the miss, he really doesn’t regard the miss as a family member.
Ah Tian sat aside with a flower basket and lowered her head.
Chen Danzhu smiled and comforted her: "Don't be sad. If my sister doesn't reply, it means she is doing well."
Even if they are having a bad time, they are not willing to let her know, because it will definitely make her feel more guilty, sad and worried.
But no matter how bad it is, it won't endanger lives, otherwise the people from the Sixth Prince's Mansion will definitely reply to the message.
"It can't be said that there is no news." Chen Danzhu added, "The soldier who responded to the letter once sent a message."
The words were very simple: the child was born and it was a boy.
Thinking of the child he had never met before, although he was Li Liang's posthumous son, he was also part of the Chen family. A Tian sighed softly: "I don't know what his name is."
That Xinbing didn't know the child's name, so the eldest lady probably didn't say it on her own initiative, but Xinbing saw it himself.
"Without sister's permission, he can just see it." Chen Danzhu said with a smile, maybe he hasn't given a name yet, after all, this child - doesn't want this, "should be able to walk very steadily, right?"
A Tian calculated on her fingers. She accompanied Miss Danzhu as soon as she entered Chen's house. She had never taken care of children before and didn't understand. "It should be enough." She braced herself and followed the lady to talk about some topics about children, "
I don’t know what he looks like—”
I almost bit my tongue as soon as the words came out of my mouth.
When talking about who a child looks like, it is inevitable to mention the parents, but it is okay not to mention the father of this child.
He looks like Li Liang, which is really bad. He doesn't look like Li Liang, but he is also Li Liang's child.
Chen Danzhu smiled: "The children raised by my sister must be well raised. There is no need to ask how they are doing." She started to write a letter and only wrote about how she was doing - but there seemed to be nothing to write about.
, in the end, she just wrote one sentence: The weather is getting warmer, the flowers are blooming, and she is doing well.
Zhu Lin stood on the tree and looked at the master and servant sitting at the table by the spring.
Zhang Yao is gone, the third prince is gone, Zhou Xuan is no longer here, Princess Jin Yao is in the deep palace, Miss Liu Wei and Miss Li Lian have their own things to do, and no one dares to set foot in Peach Blossom Mountain. The two girls sit
In the quiet mountains, I feel more and more petite and lonely.
A Tian stood up and broke the silence of the mountain forest, holding a letter and raising her hand to the void, "Bamboo Forest——"
The sound was carried by the wind, frightening the birds in the forest. They flew through the bamboo forest like birds. Then, like birds, he carried the letter and sent it out.
Spring is also in Xijing. After several spring rains, Taiping Town is shrouded in fresh green.
The emperor moved away, and after the initial panic and desolation, people continued to live their lives as they should, and the town returned to its former liveliness.
A man dressed as a scribe rode a donkey and wandered through, walked to a grocery store, stopped and pointed at the colorful paper windmill whirling in the wind: "Man, this -"
The shop assistant glanced at him and saw that this man was plain-looking and simply dressed, so he said lazily: "One for each, this is a craft passed down from our ancestors -"
The scribe interrupted him with a smile: "I want this fight."
He turned out to be a rich man! The store clerk immediately stood up straight, put on a smile and said in a long voice, "Okay, sir, please wait a moment, I will help you get it."
The scribe did not quarrel with the arrogant store clerk. He gave the money with a smile and walked forward holding a windmill with twenty or thirty windmills in his arms.
The scribe passed through the town and continued outward, leaving the main road and walking onto a small road. Soon he came to a small village. Seeing him coming, the children playing at the end of the village cheered and jumped around. Some people clapped their hands while looking at the windmill, and some
Blowing into the windmill, the quiet village suddenly became lively.
The scribe took down the windmill "one for each person", and the children suddenly exploded in their nests, and chickens and ducks swarmed up. The scribe smiled and sent the windmill down, leaving only one, and then continued to move forward.
For a time, the whole village was filled with children running around holding windmills and laughing. When the villagers saw the scribe, they all smiled and said, "Doctor Yuan is here." "Doctor Yuan has spent a lot of money."
The scribe smiled and said: "It doesn't cost anything. Come and see the children. They are all children."
The villagers laughed even more happily, and some people took the initiative to say: "That child of the Chen family was playing outside the door just now."
The scribe smiled and thanked him and walked over. The villagers stood on the roadside and whispered, "Doctor Yuan is really a kind man." "The child of the Chen family is really lucky. When he was having a difficult delivery, he met Dr. Yuan passing by." "He often returns to visit. That's right."
The child has been raised well." "Not only that child, I have not gotten sick for more than a year because of the medicine prescribed by Dr. Yuan."
Accompanied by the discussion of the villagers, the scribe walked to a low house. The door was half open, and there was the sound of chickens being fed in the yard.
A girl wearing a scarf and carrying a wooden basin was surrounded by a group of chickens. When she heard the movement outside the door, she turned her head and shouted happily: "Doctor Yuan!" Before Doctor Yuan greeted him with a smile, she turned again
He looked inside: "Miss, Doctor Yuan is here."
The scribe threw the donkey outside the door and went in carrying the windmill frame. On the other side of the courtyard, a woman bent down and picked up the child in the wooden cradle. Then she turned around and saluted gratefully: "Doctor Yuan." Her eyes fell.
On the windmill in his hand, "You spent money again."
The scribe laughed, took down the windmill, and handed the wooden frame to the woman feeding the chickens: "Xiaodie, use it as firewood."
Xiaodie responded and happily took it.
"Doctor Yuan, please sit down." Chen Danyan pointed to the flower stand in the yard, then turned around and wanted to call Xiaodie to pour tea, but Xiaodie had a wooden basin and a wooden stand in her hand——
"Come on." The scribe already stretched out his hand, "Let me see if little Bao'er has gained weight again."
The child in Chen Danyan's arms was sculpted with pink eyes, staring only at the windmill.
At this time, when he saw the scribe reaching out to take it, he let out a cry.
"Little Baoer is willing to talk after seeing Dr. Yuan." Xiaodie said happily at the side.
Chen Danyan handed the child to the scribe and said with a smile: "I'll go get some tea." After saying that, she entered the room and Xiaodie also put away the things in her hands.
The scribe held the child in one hand and held the windmill in the other. He blew it with his mouth at first, and then simply trotted in the yard. The windmill whirred and the child laughed, and the quiet courtyard became very lively.
Chen Danyan put the tea on the stone table, invited him to drink tea, and then took the child back into her arms.
"Miss Danyan has raised the child well." The scribe sat down, raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and picked up the tea. "It's better than many full-term children. As for speaking, don't worry, he has both tongue and tongue."
There is no problem, some children just talk late."
Chen Danyan hugged the child and nodded: "I'm not in a hurry. Even if he can't speak, it'll be fine."
"If you think like this, it will be faster." The scribe praised.
Xiaodie also came over at this time: "With Mr. Yuan here, we are really not in a hurry. Also, thanks to Mr. Yuan, the people in the village treat us better and better."
As an outsider, old and young, it is inevitable that the villagers will exclude them.
Mr. Yuan smiled and said: "It takes a little effort." At this point, he took out a letter from his sleeve and put it on the stone table without saying anything. Then he shook his sleeves and stood up, "I'll take my leave first.
Walk around the village to see which villagers need medical treatment, and you can earn back the money you paid for the windmill."
Chen Danyan and Xiaodie both laughed and did not try to persuade him to stay. They carried the child and sent him out. When they saw the scribe was about to leave and the child was concentrating on playing with the windmill, they raised their heads and waved to him twice.
The scribe became even happier and waved to the child: "See you next time."
He walked slowly and leisurely, and within a few steps he was surrounded by villagers who had been waiting for a long time. Chen Danyan withdrew her gaze and returned to the yard. Xiaodie followed and took the child from her hand. Chen Danyan walked back to the stone table and sat down.
Pick up the letter and open it.
"What did the second lady say?" Xiaodie couldn't help but ask, "Is she okay?"
There were not many words on a piece of paper. Chen Danyan read it quickly and said, "I didn't say anything. What I said was pretty good."
"How can you live a good life?" Xiaodie said, "When I go to town occasionally, I can hear rumors about the second young lady. Those rumors-"
Those rumors were not pleasant, so she stopped and said nothing more.
Chen Danyan looked calm: "It doesn't matter whether it's good or not. She can still have so many bad rumors, which is really good. If one day there are no rumors or news, it will be called bad."
For the same reason, Xiaodie asked in a low voice: "Miss, why don't you still not reply to the second lady?"
Chen Danyan folded the letter and put it away, saying: "There is nothing to say. She doesn't believe it even if we say we are doing well. If we say we are not doing well, what can we do to make her anxious and worried?"
Just like Chen Danzhu always said she was doing well in her letters, did they really think she was doing well?
She was not doing well, and they couldn't help her, so there was no point in talking.
Xiaodie sighed softly: "I just feel that Miss Danzhu is so lonely and pitiful."
Chen Danyan smiled: "Don't be afraid, we are all here. She knows that she is not alone in her heart." Then she stretched out her hand, "Come on, Chen Xiaoyuan, come to your mother's arms."
The child didn't respond much to the call. He was obedient when he was sent over and concentrated on playing with the windmill.
Chen Danyan hugged him and played with the windmill with him. "What color is this?" "Blow it." She spoke in a low voice.
Xiaodie looked at the picture of mother and child under the flower stand and sighed in her heart. Yes, it has not been easy for anyone in the past two years. Although they did not have any news for the second lady, they also encountered very dangerous times, such as Chen Danyan.
When this child was born, both mother and child almost died.
