The seal of this letter does not appear to be a forgery, and the letter paper is also an authentic official cork paper, and as for the handwriting, although it is not good, it is a common pen-changing trick used by those scribes, so that no one can find out the handwriting, and he has seen it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Only one thing was that the envelope was a little old, as if it had been used.

It's not a big deal, though.

He groaned and sat back on the side of the desk, and suddenly seemed to remember something, his black and straight eyebrows raised, and he raised a warm and soft smile to Qin Shifang: "Sit down, and warm your hands." With that, his slender hand reached over and pushed through a tiny warm bag.

Qin Shifang came back to his senses slightly, answered softly, sat opposite him, and held the warm bag in his palm.

Zuo Sikuang read the letter carefully again, Fang put down the letter, closed his eyes, and seemed to be a little unwilling.

"How? Can this letter be true?" Qin Shifang couldn't help but ask.

Zuo Sikuang pondered for a while, opened his eyes to look at Qin Shifang, and said softly: "I see, you can give it a try." ”

What was said in the letter was quite confidential, and Qin Shifang couldn't see it, but he understood that even if the person who wrote the letter was not a person from the official office, he was also a very well-informed person.

The only thing he didn't understand was, what was the purpose of this man?

Also, how did the writer know that the road was dangerous?

It's a pity that the time is too tight, and the date indicated on the letter is a few days away, and even if he sends people now, he won't have time to check that road in advance.

Zuo Sikuang's eyebrows gathered, staring and contemplating.

Qin Shifang's face was full of smiles, and he said approvingly: "The master is wise." The concubine also felt that this was a good opportunity, even if this letter was false, the husband would not lose anything if he went on a trip, and He Duwei would not blame him. ”

Zuo Sikuang's head was raised, and he said with a straight expression: "Exactly, I would rather believe in it." If you can make a contribution, you can solve the danger of He Duwei, and it is also for the country's worries. ”

His voice has the depth of a mature man, but it is not lacking in clarity, like flowing water on a cliff and a wind plucking a hole flute. Qin Shifang listened a little obsessively, looking at him with more and more water, she only felt that he talked about state affairs like this and worried about the people, so she couldn't see enough.

"This person must know something inside, but he doesn't know, how did this letter get into the hands of the lady?" Zuo Sikuang asked gently.

When Qin Shifang heard this, he hurriedly gathered his mind and said softly: "The concubine discussed with her mother yesterday about running a family study, and she carried the official document taken from her husband, and she wanted to take advantage of the quiet to read it for her husband, so this letter must have been sandwiched in that pile of official documents. Who wants to be in a hurry because I go back, but somehow this letter has been dropped, and the concubine has never found out. Early this morning, his mother's maid picked him up by the side of the road, and he returned it to his concubine. The concubine realized that this was a secret letter. Fortunately, this letter was not picked up by others, and as soon as the concubine read the letter, she immediately rushed back. ”

Zuo Sikuang listened and nodded slightly, and when she said that, she said in a harmonious voice: "The lady is as careful as a hair, running around for me, and working hard." As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows, and his warm eyes were as warm as a spring breeze.

Qin Shifang's cheeks instantly flushed again, and he lowered his head slightly shyly.

Zuo Sikuang took her hand and pulled her closer, his voice full of pity: "I know that you worry about me every day, and I can't help it. You don't have to be busy with me all the time, look at you, you've lost some weight these days. As he spoke, he put his hand on her cheek, and pressed his warm palm to her face, looking into her eyes, as if looking at the most precious thing in the world.

Qin Shifang's heart "pounded", and his eyes were shining.

She stared at Zuo Sikuang, raised her hand to cover the back of his hand, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "The concubine is willing." The husband treats the concubine like a sea, and the concubine only wants to reciprocate one or two, and does not feel tired. The husband is hard, don't be tired, and don't always think about helping the concubine, which makes the aunt dislike. ”

She lowered her voice as she spoke, as if she was sad and shy, and after a while, she raised her eyes and stared again, and there was a bit of moving charm in that pang and anticipation.

Zuo Sikuang took her hand, put it on his lips and kissed it gently, then wrapped her hand tightly in his palm, and said softly: "The lady is wronged, and I am also distressed." You bear with it a little longer, when I get through the road of the Han'an township, I don't have to be pressed by people in the future, and I will definitely ask for the order of the lady at that time, so that the lady can enjoy some blessings. ”

Qin Shifang looked at him infatuatedly, his eyes gradually filled with water, and finally burst into tears.

She has all kinds of difficulties in this half of her life, she has nothing under her knees, and she bears the reputation of her mother, which day is not cautious, for fear of taking a wrong step? But there is only one fortunate thing, so that she has no regrets, that is, she has been accompanied by Zuo Sikuang for a lifetime.

Thinking like this, her body was already soft into a puddle of water, and her eyes were misty like mist.

Zuo Sikuang smiled softly, stood up, pulled her up from her seat, hugged her into his arms, and stroked the corners of her eyes with rough fingers, wiping away her tears.

Qin Shifang snorted, and he had already fallen into that pair of powerful arms, his eyes were half-closed and half-opened, and he couldn't hold the watery tenderness in his eyes.

The low-hanging brocade curtain in the study of Zuofu suddenly rose a little slightly, like a spring breeze sweeping across the lake, and the water waves of that scene were disturbed. And the whispers and whispers that overflowed from the curtain were like the curling cigarettes wafting out of the window sash, filled with infinite charm......

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Qin Su stood under the high wall, looking around carelessly, and the corner of his line of sight was always on the dry well not far away.

Twilight came from all directions, and the western sky was piled up with gray and yellow clouds, and the high walls enclosed half of the sky, but at last they could not enclose the vastness and desolation that scattered throughout the mansion.

The weather after the snow is always very cold.

Qin Su looked up into the distance.

A gust of wind blew down the remnants of snow piled up on the treetops, and the snow foam was sprinkled one after another, and among the swaying of the Qionglin, there were scattered lights, which were bright and extinguished in the withered branches.

In the garden, there are a number of Tsing Yi small mustaches, all holding long pennies, and hanging lanterns on the trees one by one.

This is a lantern unique to Qinfu, and it has a very elegant name, called "Twilight Dynasty".

As the name suggests, this kind of twilight lantern is lit when twilight falls and twilight has not yet arrived, and the candle in the lantern is only the thickness of the little finger, less than an inch long, and will be extinguished in less than two quarters of an hour.

This is the tradition of the Qin clan, which was originally used as a metaphor to refer to the time like an arrow, the short life, and the transition between morning and dusk is only one bright and one extinguished, in order to urge the children to study hard.

Today, the elegance of the Qin family in Yingchuan has faded, and the bookish atmosphere has long been gone, but this twilight lamp has been preserved, and it has become a scenery in the house. (To be continued.) )