"My lord, I sent another one today!"

A man who looked like a subordinate walked in, Zeng Zhiyuan had not yet taken off his court clothes, and his face was full of doubts.

This gray-haired man is the secretary of the military department of this dynasty, Zeng Zhiyuan, he is already fifty-nine years old, and among the emperor's supporters back then, he is the only one who has been born and died with the emperor.

Therefore, he was appointed as the secretary of the military department, and he was given a heavy responsibility.

Recently, he has been an important figure that has been constantly attracted by various princes, but he is a cautious person, and he has never done anything for personal gain, and he can be described as a rare loyal minister.

It can be said that he is the emperor's most trusted brother.

"It's already the fourth, who sent it? Have you not seen anyone yet? He wondered.

"Sir, you have been honest all your life, but you have to be careful. I think this thing should be put back in the doorway. The person on the side was Zeng Zhiyuan's wife.

is named Song Xiu, fourteen years younger than Zeng Zhiyuan, her appearance is not beautiful, her skin is dark and rough, not to mention, she is very old, and she does not look like the wife of a second-class official at all.

It can be said that there is no appearance of wealth and nobility, and having a wife is like this, which is also because when Zeng Zhiyuan was young, Song Xiu was born and died with him.

Zeng Zhiyuan has no children under his crotch, only Song Xiu gave birth to a daughter in his early years, named Zeng Anya, who is now sixteen years old.

Since the matchmaker has broken the door, Zeng Zhiyuan and his wife are reluctant, and they are eager to keep their daughter, and it seems that they are interested in letting their daughter marry later.

Such a big official has no children, and it has been rumored in the outside world that it is because his wife Song Xiushan is jealous, and the concubine in the family hastily killed the fetus as soon as she became pregnant, and Zeng Zhiyuan had no way to take her.

But in fact, it was Zeng Zhiyuan's deep affection for his wife and his reluctance to have two hearts, but he was optimistic, and his daughter was also extremely loving.

"You put this thing back in front of the door and never bring it in again." Song Xiu commanded.

The next person was just about to go out, but saw Zeng Zhiyuan stop him.

Zeng Zhiyuan: "Wait, let me see what is today?" ”

Song Xiu: "Master! ”

"It's just a matter of seeing, it's okay." Zeng Zhiyuan's eyes were bright. I don't know who sends a scimitar here every month!

Back then, I used to use a scimitar all year round in the border grazing land, but when I came to the capital, I couldn't find the authentic one.

When people are old, they don't really want anything. But it is some objects that represent precious memories that people can't put down.

The subordinate stepped forward and handed over the things in the cloth bag to Zeng Zhiyuan.

Zeng Zhiyuan just weighed it in his hand, and his heart was already overjoyed.

"Madame, this... This is the meniscus. I haven't seen it in years. It's been years! ”

Qiao knew that Zeng Zhiyuan was smiling like a child, and Song Xiu didn't know what to say.

Who the hell sent this, so hearted!

A knife was sent in the first month, and the old man was very angry at that time, thinking that someone was teasing him!

The knife was extremely sharp, cast in dark iron, but it was carved with incomparably fine ripples, and at the end a thin emerald jade skin was inlaid on it, shining with a faint cold light, and he knew that the master liked it at that time.

Really. It's just that two days later, she saw the old man secretly playing with the knife in the study, and she couldn't put it down.

"Master, this time we must catch someone and ask clearly, this gift is accepted, which is detrimental to official morality." Song Xiu still said.

Zeng Zhiyuan was as careful as holding a beloved object, even if he hadn't seen it yet, he already loved it.

"Madam, no matter who sent it, it is indeed a person with a heart, and I will not do anything for anyone. You don't have to worry about this. Besides, if it's just a few knives, will I be bought? ”

Zeng Zhiyuan said as if he didn't care.

Song Xiu knew that he couldn't put it down, he was such a person. When I saw my beloved thing, I was afraid that even nine cows would not be able to pull it.

"I know you like it, this scimitar is not an ordinary plaything, there are no candles at night, and the cold light emitted by the knife is the result of battlefield killing. It's really unknown. ”

Song Xiu is not a fool, her family is the No. 1 dart game in the Central Plains, she has been with weapons since she was a child, how could she not know how this knife attracted Zeng Zhiyuan?

Zeng Zhiyuan: "Madam, since you know, how can you say that it is unknown?" In my eyes, this is my favorite thing, and that's how rare it is. ”

As he spoke, he untied the cloth bag, although Song Xiu did not approve of receiving the gift, his body was unnaturally close, and he also wanted to know what it was today.

These two are a perfect match, and they all want the same thing.

Zeng Zhiyuan: "Madam, don't say you don't like the long sword sent last month, it's the jasper sword that sharpens iron like clay!" ”

"I know which one you're talking about, how do you know it's for me? Didn't it ever write it? Song Xiu immediately refuted as if she had been caught by her pigtails.

Zeng Zhiyuan: "You are the best at swords, but you haven't found a good sword for a few years, and your kung fu is sparse, isn't it, that sword is the one you used to be in previous years, it's even better than it!" ”

Song Xiu: "You don't need to say it, I'll try this sword..."

"Hahahaha, ma'am, you still try!" Zeng Zhiyuan took out the items in the bag and smiled in his mouth.

Song Xiu originally wanted to argue, but he looked at what Zeng Zhiyuan was holding and said nothing.

The object in Zeng Zhiyuan's hand was a long sword, originally thought it was a scimitar, a dagger, etc., after all, it was so small, until it was taken out, the two of them realized that it was a soft sword.

This sword has a sharp blade, but at the same time it is full of toughness, just now it was the size of a dagger, but now it is the size of a long sword, and it stretches very smoothly.

"This is? For Madame? Zeng Zhiyuan was puzzled.

This gift has already been received, and Zeng Zhiyuan has to doubt this thought.

"Master, this is a silver and iron soft sword made by Su Hang, this thing can only be made into one a year, how many times have I wanted to find one for Anya, but I can't start it!"

Song Xiu couldn't help but caress the soft sword, what she said was the truth, this is not an ordinary soft sword, it is as thin as a wing, it can be carried closely, it is really a good thing for self-defense.

"Madame, you are right today. Lookat this! Zeng Zhiyuan took out the note in the cloth bag and handed it to Song Xiu.

"What was written?" Song Xiu said strangely.

Looking at the handwriting like iron hooks and silver paintings on the note, the light in Song Xiu's eyes gradually faded, turning into worry, deep worry.

The paper reads: "Soft sword for self-defense, given to Miss Zeng Anya." ”

Zeng Zhiyuan: "I'm afraid this person's intentions are on Anya!" ”

Song Xiu's expression was serious, and the soft sword in his hand fell.

"Someone! Guard the side door to the death, and send the best people to protect Miss! Zeng Zhiyuan's face was stern, and his tone was also full of threats.

This soft sword, but among all these gifts. The most attentive and precious thing, give it to Anya! This is for his own daughter!

I don't know how much that person checked his own home and accurately grasped the thoughts of himself and his wife. Everything sent was left by us! Intentions are unpredictable!

Merely!

"Master, send someone to guard the side door, you must not let this person go! If I dare to fight Anya's idea, I must see where it is sacred, otherwise how can I feel at ease? Song Xiu said.

Zeng Zhiyuan: "Yes." With such intentions, I can't tolerate him! ”

Song Xiu looked at the soft sword in his hand and continued: "It's a pity, Anya never practices martial arts, this person is wrong!" ”

If he wasn't wrong, what a terrifying insight it would be, and even if they were all insighted, they had no reason to be afraid to accept the gift.

It's just that when it comes to their daughter, they can't accept it!

"This man is wise, but he is reckless! Anya has been in poor health since she was a child. She has never practiced martial arts, and it was a mistake to give her this sword! I have to find this man! ”

Zeng Zhiyuan put his hands behind his back, and an imaginary person with ill intentions appeared in his mind, and his mouth was disgusted.

"What kind of intentions are you?"

"What kind of intentions? Father, Mother, what are you talking about? ”

A voice interrupted the two of them, and the woman walked in, smiling lightly and saluting.

She has a hibiscus face, picturesque eyebrows, and a tall figure. What a fair lady.

This is Zeng Zhiyuan's only daughter, Zeng Anya!

Even though these parents are rough martial arts practitioners, this Anya is as beautiful as a flower, and her appearance of fine skin and tender flesh is pitiful.

As soon as she entered. The tension between the two eased considerably.

"Daughter Anya greets her father, and her mother greets." Zeng Anya said.

Zeng Zhiyuan: "Get up!" Anya. ”

Song Xiu stepped forward, looked at Anya's light pothos skirt and said, "Anya, why are you dressed so thinly?" Go back and be careful with the wind and the cold. In the evening, I will go to a banquet. ”

Looking at Song Xiu's worried look, Anya smiled.

"Mother, the sun is just right today. Still a little hot? Why are you so worried? It's still early, I'm fine, huh? What is it? ”

Anya pointed to the soft sword in Song Xiu's hand, looking very curious.

Song Xiu said: "This? This is a soft sword, carefully hurt yourself! ”

Anya boldly took it and began to play with it, Song Xiu said worriedly.

Zeng Zhiyuan looked at it, but he was happy in his heart.

"Madam, my daughter has never touched a weapon, if it is someone else's young lady, it doesn't matter, but she is our daughter, if she doesn't know martial arts, at least she must be able to use a sword to protect herself!"

Zeng Zhiyuan pulled Song Xiu, and his eyes were also chaotic.

Song Xiu always wanted to go up and get the soft sword back, but Anya was having fun.

He was nearly sixty years old, and his wife was nearly forty years old before giving birth to such a daughter, which was naturally very precious, but he thought that women should also know how to protect themselves.

Since he was a child, he didn't let Anya practice martial arts, which has always been his heart disease, maybe now is the time.

"Madame, I know you're worried about Anya. But my daughter has been in a lot better in recent years, maybe she should learn a trick or two to protect herself, right? "Zeng Zhiyuandao.

At this time, Song Xiu stopped talking, she couldn't refute him, although in some small things, she always had to say a few more words.

But he was always the head of the family.

Song: "Master, Anya is not in good health. Don't be too harsh......"

This is tacit approval!

Looking at the girl in a pothos skirt in the distance, she is delicate like a flower, where she looks like her own daughter, it's time to practice martial arts!

As Zeng Zhiyuan and his wife wished, their daughter was really extraordinary!

Anya is full of affection for the soft sword on her hand, as if no matter how she wields it, it is not enjoyable enough, she has been feeling incomplete for so many years, this sword seems to be something in her bones!

This is the last time Zeng Fuli received a gift from this person, not that he got the news that the Song family was going to arrest someone, but that his gift had already been delivered......

It was already noon when Xuanshan returned to the mansion, and Li Xunduan was having dinner with Yu Yao in the front hall at this time, and she came to the study alone, just standing at the table.

The burning fragrance has not yet dissipated, and the whole room is filled with the smell that Li Xunduan likes.

Xuanshan picked up the pen, left her handwriting on a piece of paper, and flew away without nostalgia.

After a while, Li Xunduan also returned to the study.

Walking to the desk, his long hair falling down his cheeks, he smiled just by looking at the words on the table.

With an indifferent smile, Li Xunduan said to himself: "The military department, you will be mine sooner or later!" ”

Xuanshan wrote.

In the first month, the scimitar gave the book, in February, the double sword in the month gave the book, in March, the sword gave the lady...

Li Xunduan: "In April, the soft sword was given to Miss." ”

When this sentence was spoken, Li Xunduan opened the scroll, which was the information that Xiao Tong gave him, and it was clearly written.

The book of the military department, the favorite weapon, his wife and daughter are all people who practice martial arts.

This gift is naturally tailor-made for them by Li Xunduan, Shangshu likes it, Mrs. likes it, this daughter! Naturally, I like it too.

By mistake, Li Xun stopped at this time, otherwise if he sent it again, as soon as the Song family caught it, his identity would be exposed.

The information Xiao Tong gave him was not all correct, for example, this Anya had never practiced martial arts, and this Li Xunduan was so lucky, and it was also a creation.

How many years later, this became the reason why Anya fell in love with him, and that's another story.

Xue Cao was wearing the dress prepared by the Wang family, but she felt a little tight, and the sequoia was waiting outside, she was going to enter the palace tonight, and she was a little excited.

"Miss, Miss? Are you alright? "Sequoia Road.

The snow robe walked out slowly, wearing more than four layers of clothing, ordinary people couldn't breathe at all, but the snow robe was natural.

As soon as she came out, Sequoia was full of praise.

Sequoia: "Miss, you're so beautiful. The beauty of a fairy descending to earth! ”

In Sequoia's eyes, Xue Cao was wearing a bright yellow dress, which reflected her stunning beauty, and her long inky hair brought a hint of agility.

Coupled with a plain white robe embroidered with eyebrows, gorgeous and vibrant, it is simply beautiful.

"Sequoia, we don't wear this." Xue Cao said lightly.

Sequoia was surprised, "What? ”

Her praise, Miss is not serious?

"Miss, however, this dress is gorgeous! One of our best pieces! "Sequoia Road.

Xue Cao glanced at the person in the bronze mirror, she was dressed in a delicate color, even if she was so beautiful, she saw the sad red-clothed concubine.

"This garment is small, let's wear another one." Lightly instructed, Xue Luo just picked up the light blue Suluo skirt she wore in the morning.

"Miss, this doesn't reflect Miss's peerless beauty at all! What a pity! Sequoia stood aside, indignant, not changing her coat.

Xue Yu didn't blame her, but just called the little maid to come in and serve.

In her previous life, she took her beauty to the extreme, and no matter where she went, she was so beautiful that people didn't dare to approach.

Gradually, when there was no one to accompany him, my heart became cold. (To be continued.) )

PS: It feels like a gift-giving strategy.