Back to Jiang Lu after going to Fahua Temple that day, Qi Caicai thought about what he should do, thinking that the prince would arrive in Shuofang in five days, and the time was really rushed, and he was a little worried about whether he could afford to travel so long distance.

I remember that the book often writes that women send their own sewn purses, coats, headbands, shoes, etc. to people who admire them, and can show their ingenuity, and practical things, Qi Caicai thinks it is feasible, his subordinates pick up the needle and thread and want to make a thing to send him, compare and draw, but do not know where to get the needle, and remember that their stitches are crooked and can't send it, a little stupid, back then I really shouldn't listen to my mother's words, and I always handed over the embroidery sample of the practice to Chu'er to help, and now it is a poor donkey skill, and my eyes are black.

Qi Caicai paced in the room with a needle and thread, racking his brains to think of a way, clapping his hands suddenly, shocked Chu'er and Jinzhu sweating, and hurriedly ran over to take away the needle and thread in Qi Caicai's hand, and one person checked whether Qi Caicai's hand was intact, fortunately, the needle was not deep, just scratched the fur, Chu'er stared at Caicai with a sad face, but Qi Caicai didn't realize it, and muttered in his mouth: "There is, there is." The wind also ran to the study.

Chu'er and Jin Zhu glanced at each other, both of them were puzzled, what is there? Could it be that what happened to the two masters? Jin Zhu felt that she was thinking too much, and it was not for her to discuss how this master was, so she shook her head and threw out her distracting thoughts. Chu'er is different, after looking at her master, who is still a half-old villain, how can she do such a thing, she chased after her thoughts, and her face was full of distress for her own good cabbage.

But at this time, Qi Caicai was dedicated to repairing the book and sending it to Shuo Fang's father, but he didn't notice that his two maids wanted to be crooked, laid out the rice paper, cut it into a square shape, and followed the coming in Chu'er to study the ink, seeing what Qi Caicai was engrossed in writing, and swallowed back the words that rushed to his mouth. After a while, Qi Caicai put pen to paper, and the full text was completed in one go, not to say how high Caicai's literary style was, because this letter was written to General Qi Longqi, so the rhetoric should be as simple and clear as possible, easy to understand, and the text of the running account is easy to write. The ink was dry, looking at his neat and handsome Xiaokai, Qi Caicai's inspiration suddenly appeared, he might as well write another letter to the prince, telling him some places that need to be paid attention to in Mobei, so he picked up another article.

Xu has grown up suddenly, and some things that used to see flowers in the fog and look at the moon in the water have gradually become clear, because of this parting without knowing the return date, Qi Caicai has experienced a strange emotion in addition to family affection and friendship.

Sadly, living in one place every day is not as much as the day before parting, and the layers of inexplicable estrangement are not frozen until parting.

All kinds of past appearances, whether it is the half-face makeup on the wedding night or the red sleeves to waste the money ruffian, there seems to be nothing worth missing, and the few Wen Cun seems to be the time when he wants to cook butter tea, thinking of this, he wrote down the butter tea, hoping that he would come back to drink a bowl.

The prince has worked diligently for a year, and finally sprouted and blossomed in Qi Caicai's heart, and the past is not worth mentioning, after all, the future is still very long, and there are still large pieces of paper left blank for her to start over and write from this moment.

After the two articles were written, they were wrapped in oilcloth, sealed with wax strips, stuffed into a bamboo tube the size of a finger, and handed over to the eunuch who raised carrier pigeons in the East Palace, and the eunuch did not dare to delay, so he chose two fat and intelligent pigeons to tie the letter and fly to Shuofang. Flying in the sky is always faster than running on the ground, and the thousand-mile horse under the prince's seat is still running hard, and the carrier pigeon has reached its destination first.

When the carrier pigeon entered Shuofang Jinchuan City, some guards took down the letter and sent it to the pacification envoy Yamen, and it happened that Qi Long went to the military camp to command the drill, and the letter was handed over to Shi Xizai.

Even though he is still living as Shi Xizai, he is now a member of Shuofang, directly appointed by Qi Long, the governor, and is also the captain of the Tiger Cavalry Battalion, but he is not comparable to the deputy general appointed by Qi Long casually back then, but a subordinate appointed by the central government.

Young and talented, and dignified, Shi Xizai is naturally a rare match in the eyes of the women of Shuofang County, and even if the men occasionally feel that Shi Xizai has fallen in love with the Qi family, they also admire this young man who has walked step by step from the orphan of a lowly businessman to the front of the people, which is not only an opportunity, but also an acquired effort.

Steady progress, this young man did not have any arrogance, because of his young age, he also asked the people in the yamen and the barracks to call him Shi Erlang, and he was still as friendly as in the past, which gave people a good impression, so the guards did not hesitate to hand over the letter to him, and they did not feel inappropriate, they really trusted Shi Erlang's character.

Knowing that it was a letter sent by Qi Caicai, Shi Xizai's hands trembled a little excitedly, and he didn't open the letterbox several times, but finally opened it, and saw that the oilcloth was written "Daddy personally opened", a little lost, rolled it up and stuffed it back into the cylinder as it was, looking at the letterbox on the table, Shi Xizai smiled, opened the lid gently, and took out the letter little by little, for fear of tearing up the corner and missing which sentence and word Caicai wrote when reading.

Presumably, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

The oilcloth is written on the big "Xianyun pro-Qi", the fire paint is sealed, it looks solemn, the oil wax is sealed, and it is clear that someone will not be dismantled privately, and the four words pierce Shi Xizai's eyes ache, Xianyun? Who doesn't know the word of the prince, but when Caicai and the prince were so close!

Shi Xizai was inexplicably manic, rudely ripped open the seal, read his familiar handwriting at a glance and ten lines, the words and sentences revealed the girl's shy love, meticulous care, it was obviously a heart-warming letter to the family, but Shi Xizai saw a chill, how could he watch Cai Cai slip away from his palm little by little?

I had no intention of dismantling the letter written to Qi Long, but at this time, Shi Xizai couldn't take care of it much, and the fire in his heart had seriously injured his reason, and sure enough, Cai Cai and Qi Long said that only two short lines were about the old man who asked about Shuo Fang, and the rest of the space was to ask Qi Long to take care of the prince, in fact, even if Cai Cai didn't say it, Qi Long would try his best to help the prince, and the concern in the letter was chaotic, Shi Xizai could understand it, and it was heartbroken.

took the fire paint wax strip and resealed Qi Long's letter, rolled it into a cylinder and put it away, and stretched the letter to the prince into the candle flame and burned it to ashes, the flame spread, the temperature was hot, but Shi Xizai was ignorant and unconscious, the faint flame was really weak compared to the raging fire in his heart.

The letter said that the 500 marchers were undisciplined and lazy?

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times.

I hope that the prince can have the life to go back to the county capital to drink the butter tea that is boiled.