Chu Zhaohui looked at it stupidly for a long time before silently returning to his tent.

Fang Cai wanted to go to Li Zhifang's account to ask about the words of those guides, but after thinking about it, it seemed that there was no need for this. That day, the son was so resolute that even if he knew his whereabouts, he would not turn back for his motherly heart.

Seeing that the night was getting deeper, Chu Zhaohui casually put down the tent, lay on the hot fire pit, absorbed the warmth of the charcoal fire, comforted his lonely heart, and quietly fell asleep.

Li Zhifang did not participate in the lively scene of the soldiers outside, he and his son were in the tent at this time, and they re-found the guides to come and ask: "So, you chased out for only half a day, and then found that they encountered an avalanche in front of them?" ”

"General Hui, that's exactly the case," the leader replied respectfully: "The subordinates followed their footprints forward, thinking that it was not easy to walk, and found their burdens and horses in many places along the way. Further on, there are traces of the avalanche, and the road is covered in snow and completely impassable. ”

Another guide also replied: "The subordinates searched near the avalanche site and found dozens of corpses of soldiers and horses, but found no trace of Su Duhan, Su Guangfu, Huang Jie and others. I don't know how many people were buried deep in the snow. ”

Li Zhifang had personally seen the avalanche in the mountains near the border city, the roaring whirlwind blew the sky dark, and the huge sound shook the mountain, and the entire valley seemed to be covered with diffuse snow, and it was razed to the ground in a blink of an eye.

He tapped lightly on the desk and asked expressionlessly, "In this way, these people are already more than lucky. ”

Several guides looked at each other, and someone bowed his head and replied, "What the general said is very true. ”

Until the last moment, he naturally didn't dare to conclude that Huang Jie's men and horses were all wiped out, let alone easily believe that Su Duhan and the others were buried in the snow. Li Zhifang sighed heavily, and ordered a few guides to keep their mouths shut to the outside world, and Mrs. Anguo couldn't mention half a word.

Writing again overnight, Li Zhiyan's words made it clear that the road could only be repaired when the spring flowers bloomed and the ice and snow melted next year, and he would revisit the Black Mountain Pass to find traces of this rebel army.

Guarding Chu Zhaohui, the rhetoric is naturally the same as Luo Qi's caliber, and the two have a tacit understanding, and they don't want to make this woman who is already more bitter than Huang Lian even more bitter.

Chu Zhaohui didn't delve into it, just nodded slightly, signaling that he understood. After recovering from her illness, she saw that her spirits were better, and she had some appetite in the past two days, and she was willing to walk around the neighborhood with Luo Qi.

Luo Qi inquired about Li Zhifang, and knew that there was a market not far from the border city, so he accompanied Chu Zhaohui all the way down.

Now that the war is scarce, and it is approaching the end of the year, the border market is very lively. In addition to a small number of Xixia people, there are many Hu people and merchants from the Western Regions gathered here, and the things sold are also varied.

In front of a stall selling fabrics, red and green brocades and fabrics were displayed in the wind, and Chu Zhaohui's eyes suddenly lit up and stopped.

The cloth that fluttered in the snowflakes was so familiar to him, and there was the kind of tie-dye printed fabric that Su Rui had bought for him in the past. In addition to the blue and white patterns that Su Rui brought back for himself, there are also big red and big black matching, goose yellow and light ochre matching, full of large flowers, the color is very gorgeous.

can't say that she has any thoughts, Chu Zhaohui seems to have met her old friend again, she took out a silver ingot, bought back a few tie-dyed cloths of various colors, and ordered the little colonel who followed her to send them back to the camp first.

Mare's milk wine in bags, beautiful tin pots, moonstones and agate of poor quality but bright colors, ivory-carved comb grates, and carved mahogany bracelets were placed in front of the stalls, and the prices were unimaginably low.

Many things have been brought back to King An's Mansion by Su Rui, and there are many things that have been heard by Su Rui for her, and all of them have brought back her memories of Su Rui. Even walking down the snow-covered market road, she imagined that this was once the place where Su Rui had walked.

The call from her heart became stronger and stronger, and it seemed that by staying here, she could feel Su Rui's breath again, and her soul could be at peace.

The first half of her life was too comfortable, and she thought that she should be a woman in a deep house who was raised in a deep house compound, fiddling with flowers and plants and doing embroidery in her spare time. I never thought that without the lonely courtyard and song pipe tower in Beijing, she would have another way of living in her life.

Back in the handsome tent, Chu Zhaohui swept away the previous malaise, she was in high spirits, spread out the pen and paper and began to write a letter to the capital. The first letter was addressed to Xin Mei, the poor woman who still stayed in King An's mansion to take care of the middle feed.

The former position of the side concubine did not bring her any aura, this woman who was in her prime buried her youth and happiness in King An's mansion, and now she is still a virgin, Chu Zhaohui is full of regret for her.

She wrote earnestly that she had decided to stay in the border city, and asked Xin Mei to deal with it properly from King An's mansion. If she wants to stay, no matter what Xin Mei has planned, she will definitely fully support Xin Mei to achieve her wish.

Chu Zhaohui asked Xin Mei in the letter for several things, one of which was to marry Wen Wanyuan. Fortunately, the dowry that Su Ri had already counted out in Hanzhang Palace and wanted to give to Wen Wan had been registered and sealed.

Chu Zhaohui attached another note, and Tuo Xinmei handed it over to Wen Wan along with the dowry.

The silver on the account of King An's mansion, after Su Duhan's squandering last year, there is not much left, and the more valuable things are his dowry back then, which is still stored in the treasury.

Chu Zhaohui wanted to leave all these things to Murong Wei in the past, and her biggest wish at that time was for the two children to kiss each other and be a pair of immortal couples. Now that creation has made people, since her son has no relationship with her, there is no need to leave these external objects to increase sadness.

Chu Zhaohui instructed Xin Mei to divide her dowry into ten percent, Murong Wei sisters and Wen Wan each took three percent, which fulfilled their feelings as aunts and stepmothers, and the other percent was left to Xin Mei to be old and beside her, if she walked in front of Xin Mei, she would have some support.

The silhouette of the begonias in the west of the place is like a blur in front of you, and the palace of King An, far away in the capital, is actually a sad place, leaving more of her sigh alone. The best days for her and Su Rui were all left in the moment when he first served as the secretary of the military department, she was still the eldest princess of Xixia, and the two kissed the newlywed Yan'er.

In the original princess's mansion, the two raised their eyebrows, she came to the red sleeves at night to add fragrance, he raised his pen and painted the thrush early in the morning, and only envied the days of the mandarin duck and not the immortal, which was too short.

The deserted King An's Mansion should not be his final destination. The military camp with the flag waving will always remind her of Su Rui's breath, which should ignite her pride that has been silent for many years.