Yingying candlelight sprinkled all over the big tent,. Chu Zhaohui has a clear idea in his mind, and his writing is getting smoother and smoother.

She told Xin Mei that no matter where she goes in the future, it is all up to her. The silver taels on the account of King An's mansion, except for the servants who had been with him for many years, all belonged to her.

Those shops are handed over to the old housekeeper to take care of, as much as possible to maintain the operation of the house, and it can be regarded as an additional guarantee for the loyal servants who are willing to continue to stay.

After explaining the affairs of King An's Mansion, Chu Zhaohui wrote another letter to Queen Chu, expressing his apologies in the tone of the eldest sister, and asking her to do more in front of the Queen Mother in the future. The letter also wrote that he would stay in the border city for the rest of his life, intending to follow the breath of Su Rui's life forever.

In another letter, Chu Zhaohui wrote it directly to Emperor Chongming in the name of the widow of General Longhu, and also carefully stamped his own private seal, distinguishing it from ordinary family letters.

Along the way, from the barrenness of the people in the Barrier Sun City to the simple and boring life of the soldiers in the border city today, they are all deeply imprinted in Chu Zhaohui's eyes.

It is unimaginable that in such a place where the wind and sand are covered with snow, how did Su Rui survive the long seven years, and how could the officers and men in the army be embarrassed except for the defensive side?

Chu Zhaohui spoke earnestly, and said freely that since Su Rui passed away, he received the emperor's favor and ate two portions of Yulu, and he was already grateful. It's a pity that now his son has done a lot of injustice, and he is ashamed of his former husband, and even more ashamed of the court, and he doesn't dare to enjoy this extra money.

She implored that her part of the bereavement as Su Rui's widow be sent directly to the border city, as the first pot of gold to improve the lives of the soldiers in the border city, hoping to bring a touch of warmth to these young and optimistic young men.

At this point, thinking of the gentleness that brought him a lot of family affection, Chu Zhaohui added a few more strokes to her notebook, expressing his blessings for her married life, and repeatedly assured that he was not on a whim, but really liked the years in the border city and wanted to live the life he wanted.

She should be gentle and don't think of herself, and learn to care about the people in the world. Treat him to the world, assist Qin Heng to become a generation of Ming monarchs, and write a new picture between the two countries.

Since he decided to keep everything simple, Chu Zhaohui explained everything in these letters, and the worries that should be let go and those who can't be let go were all cut off by the sword, and he felt extremely happy in his heart.

Early the next morning, Chu Zhaohui told Luo Qi of his decision, and handed over the letters sealed with fire paint to her, asking her to leave immediately and return to Beijing with these letters.

If there is no deadline for his return, he can't drag Luo Qi down. Along the way, the cheerful and careful Luo Qi gave Chu Zhaohui a lot of help, and she was willing to have such a caring person by her side in her heart.

But as a powerful person by the old lady's side, Luo Qi must do great things, and Chu Zhaohui can't be like a slave, selfishly leaving her here to spend her years with her.

Chu Zhaohui is like a tough grass, she has already taken root in the border city, and Luo Qi is no longer worried that she will be rash. just thought of the bitter cold of the border city, for fear that her delicate body would not be able to withstand the wind and frost on the border, so she still patiently persuaded her.

Chu Zhaohui sat cross-legged on the kang on one side, quietly wrapped his hand stove, smoked his fingers with wormwood that was gradually improving, and still smiled lightly on his pale face.

"Luo Qi, I have never understood what I want to do as I do now. You just have to rest assured, and tell Your Majesty and the Queen Mother for me, I breathe the air here, and my heart is only happy, and there is no worry. ”

A ray of morning sun spilled through the snowy light from the window sash rolled up in the big tent, and sifted down on Chu Zhaohui's face, Chu Zhaohui's expression was light but firm, exuding a faint golden glow.

Luo Qi knew that the persuasion was fruitless, so she had no choice but to put the letter away. She left two people to protect Chu Zhaohui, and she and another subordinate hurried to the Gusu Imperial City.

After the fifteenth day of the lunar month, the twenty-third traditional Chinese New Year's Eve was not far away, and the camp gradually became lively.

Li Zhifang sent his soldiers to the market to buy a few mouthfuls of big fat pigs, slaughtered chickens and sheep in the camp, prepared hundreds of altars of good wine, and the cooks had already frozen the ground tofu in the snow like iron lumps, waiting for a big pot of stewed meat on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Chu Zhaohui except for walking under the poplar tree in the morning and evening, occasionally going to get infected with some festive atmosphere, watching the young soldiers in the camp in the morning shouting five and six, he always felt that he had become younger.

More often than not, she sits on the kang and sews things from the tie-dyed cloth she just bought.

Still using the pale blue piece of cloth to make clothes, Chu Zhaohui abandoned the complicated embroidery and tassels on the Luo skirt in the past, and used the piece of material to make a very fitting skirt for himself. The right side is biased, pinched waist and narrow sleeves, only a few butterfly buckles diagonally coiled add a few chic, looking dignified and simple.

The one that matched the dark Chu and the light yellow, she sewed the door curtains, curtains and her own bed curtain, and also made a few beautiful wide edges on the bed curtain, and Su Rui's former handsome tent had the life of the two of them.

The red and black tie-dyed cloth is very conspicuous in color. Chu Zhaohui made a big mattress and spread it on the kang near the window. Another cushion was sewn and placed on the circle chair in front of Su Rui's bookcase.

There was a vase remodeled from an empty wine bottle on the bookcase, and Chu Zhaohui made a few silk flowers from his dark green brocade baggage, adding bright colors to the handsome tent, and it became more and more homely.

When I came to sit with a lamp and candle at night, I could open Su Rui's post casually, and I felt that he was still living by his side.

Although it was cold, life day after day was simple but not boring, Chu Zhaohui's face gradually became flushed, and his thin and pointed chin began to become plump.

On the Chinese New Year's Eve of the twenty-third day of the lunar month, the soldiers gathered together to make dumplings, and Chu Zhaohui also took a kerchief to wrap his hair, dressed up neatly and went to the camp kitchen to help.

He had never done these things, and Chu Zhaohui kneaded dough with an old cook, and learned very seriously. She took a sip of the filling and clumsily closed the dumpling wrapper, but the dumpling stuffing leaked out from under the bottom because of the force.

Chu Zhaohui's face was flushed, but the cook lady said auspicious words good-naturedly: "This is a good sign, our ordinary people's family, if the dumpling skin is broken on Chinese New Year's Eve, it means that this year's money is full." Earned it, isn't that what it means? ”

After working for a while, the hot dumplings were plopped and fell into a large iron pot, the heat came up, and a layer of white mist like green yarn was enveloped in the small kitchen, which swirled around Chu Chao's body, full of thick smoke and fire. Mobile phone users should browse and read for a better reading experience.

Yingying candlelight sprinkled all over the big tent,. Chu Zhaohui has a clear idea in his mind, and his writing is getting smoother and smoother.

She told Xin Mei that no matter where she goes in the future, it is all up to her. The silver taels on the account of King An's mansion, except for the servants who had been with him for many years, all belonged to her.

Those shops are handed over to the old housekeeper to take care of, as much as possible to maintain the operation of the house, and it can be regarded as an additional guarantee for the loyal servants who are willing to continue to stay.

After explaining the affairs of King An's Mansion, Chu Zhaohui wrote another letter to Queen Chu, expressing his apologies in the tone of the eldest sister, and asking her to do more in front of the Queen Mother in the future. The letter also wrote that he would stay in the border city for the rest of his life, intending to follow the breath of Su Rui's life forever.

In another letter, Chu Zhaohui wrote it directly to Emperor Chongming in the name of the widow of General Longhu, and also carefully stamped his own private seal, distinguishing it from ordinary family letters.

Along the way, from the barrenness of the people in the Barrier Sun City to the simple and boring life of the soldiers in the border city today, they are all deeply imprinted in Chu Zhaohui's eyes.

It is unimaginable that in such a place where the wind and sand are covered with snow, how did Su Rui survive the long seven years, and how could the officers and men in the army be embarrassed except for the defensive side?

Chu Zhaohui spoke earnestly, and said freely that since Su Rui passed away, he received the emperor's favor and ate two portions of Yulu, and he was already grateful. It's a pity that now his son has done a lot of injustice, and he is ashamed of his former husband, and even more ashamed of the court, and he doesn't dare to enjoy this extra money.

She implored that her part of the bereavement as Su Rui's widow be sent directly to the border city, as the first pot of gold to improve the lives of the soldiers in the border city, hoping to bring a touch of warmth to these young and optimistic young men.

At this point, thinking of the gentleness that brought him a lot of family affection, Chu Zhaohui added a few more strokes to her notebook, expressing his blessings for her married life, and repeatedly assured that he was not on a whim, but really liked the years in the border city and wanted to live the life he wanted.

She should be gentle and don't think of herself, and learn to care about the people in the world. Treat him to the world, assist Qin Heng to become a generation of Ming monarchs, and write a new picture between the two countries.

Since he decided to keep everything simple, Chu Zhaohui explained everything in these letters, and the worries that should be let go and those who can't be let go were all cut off by the sword, and he felt extremely happy in his heart.

Early the next morning, Chu Zhaohui told Luo Qi of his decision, and handed over the letters sealed with fire paint to her, asking her to leave immediately and return to Beijing with these letters.

If there is no deadline for his return, he can't drag Luo Qi down. Along the way, the cheerful and careful Luo Qi gave Chu Zhaohui a lot of help, and she was willing to have such a caring person by her side in her heart.

But as a powerful person by the old lady's side, Luo Qi must do great things, and Chu Zhaohui can't be like a slave, selfishly leaving her here to spend her years with her.

Chu Zhaohui is like a tough grass, she has already taken root in the border city, and Luo Qi is no longer worried that she will be rash. just thought of the bitter cold of the border city, for fear that her delicate body would not be able to withstand the wind and frost on the border, so she still patiently persuaded her.

Chu Zhaohui sat cross-legged on the kang on one side, quietly wrapped his hand stove, smoked his fingers with wormwood that was gradually improving, and still smiled lightly on his pale face.

"Luo Qi, I have never understood what I want to do as I do now. You just have to rest assured, and tell Your Majesty and the Queen Mother for me, I breathe the air here, and my heart is only happy, and there is no worry. ”

A ray of morning sun spilled through the snowy light from the window sash rolled up in the big tent, and sifted down on Chu Zhaohui's face, Chu Zhaohui's expression was light but firm, exuding a faint golden glow.

Luo Qi knew that the persuasion was fruitless, so she had no choice but to put the letter away. She left two people to protect Chu Zhaohui, and she and another subordinate hurried to the Gusu Imperial City.

After the fifteenth day of the lunar month, the twenty-third traditional Chinese New Year's Eve was not far away, and the camp gradually became lively.

Li Zhifang sent his soldiers to the market to buy a few mouthfuls of big fat pigs, slaughtered chickens and sheep in the camp, prepared hundreds of altars of good wine, and the cooks had already frozen the ground tofu in the snow like iron lumps, waiting for a big pot of stewed meat on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Chu Zhaohui except for walking under the poplar tree in the morning and evening, occasionally going to get infected with some festive atmosphere, watching the young soldiers in the camp in the morning shouting five and six, he always felt that he had become younger.

More often than not, she sits on the kang and sews things from the tie-dyed cloth she just bought.

Still using the pale blue piece of cloth to make clothes, Chu Zhaohui abandoned the complicated embroidery and tassels on the Luo skirt in the past, and used the piece of material to make a very fitting skirt for himself. The right side is biased, pinched waist and narrow sleeves, only a few butterfly buckles diagonally coiled add a few chic, looking dignified and simple.

The one that matched the dark Chu and the light yellow, she sewed the door curtains, curtains and her own bed curtain, and also made a few beautiful wide edges on the bed curtain, and Su Rui's former handsome tent had the life of the two of them.

The red and black tie-dyed cloth is very conspicuous in color. Chu Zhaohui made a big mattress and spread it on the kang near the window. Another cushion was sewn and placed on the circle chair in front of Su Rui's bookcase.

There was a vase remodeled from an empty wine bottle on the bookcase, and Chu Zhaohui made a few silk flowers from his dark green brocade baggage, adding bright colors to the handsome tent, and it became more and more homely.

When I came to sit with a lamp and candle at night, I could open Su Rui's post casually, and I felt that he was still living by his side.

Although it was cold, life day after day was simple but not boring, Chu Zhaohui's face gradually became flushed, and his thin and pointed chin began to become plump.

On the Chinese New Year's Eve of the twenty-third day of the lunar month, the soldiers gathered together to make dumplings, and Chu Zhaohui also took a kerchief to wrap his hair, dressed up neatly and went to the camp kitchen to help.

He had never done these things, and Chu Zhaohui kneaded dough with an old cook, and learned very seriously. She took a sip of the filling and clumsily closed the dumpling wrapper, but the dumpling stuffing leaked out from under the bottom because of the force.

Chu Zhaohui's face was flushed, but the cook lady said auspicious words good-naturedly: "This is a good sign, our ordinary people's family, if the dumpling skin is broken on Chinese New Year's Eve, it means that this year's money is full." Earned it, isn't that what it means? ”

After working for a while, the hot dumplings were plopped and fell into a large iron pot, the heat came up, and a layer of white mist like green yarn was enveloped in the small kitchen, which swirled around Chu Chao's body, full of thick smoke and fire. Mobile phone users should browse and read for a better reading experience.