Concubine Xin looked at the scenery outside blankly, and couldn't say how much nostalgia she had here, let alone how many memories she had here. The vast compound seemed to be her home, but it never seemed to have been owned by her.

She maintained a half-reclining and half-sitting position, her mind was blank, except for the slow sound of the copper hourglass in the room, which gradually changed the courtyard from the bright lights to the deep night.

Mingzhu knew that Concubine Xin had returned home, and hurriedly came over to inquire, but Concubine Xin was speechless, and only silently handed the letter to Mingzhu, and her tears fell silently again.

Naturally sleepless in the middle of the night, a winter rain dripped, and it seemed that the tears on Concubine Xin's cheeks had not been wiped away, flowing from night to dawn.

Wen Wan is in the Zhou Mansion, just like Murong Wei, always concerned about Chu Zhaohui's safety.

The blood-stained castle tower in the previous life is still a nightmare, and Wen Wan is afraid that her stepmother in this life will still admonish her with death. Hearing that her stepmother had written a letter, she returned to King An's mansion early the next morning and went straight to Concubine Xin's courtyard.

There was a breakfast on the table that had not been touched yet, and Wen Wan looked at the deep dark green under Concubine Xin's eyes, knowing that she had not slept all night, for fear that something would happen in other cities, and she was taken aback first.

The rain-washed sky was exceptionally clear, and the morning light shone evenly on the kang through the window, and the molten light was as dazzling and warm as broken gold.

Concubine Xin thought about it all night, and her heart gradually cleared. She settled down, asked Wen Wan to sit on the kang, handed over the letter written by Chu Zhaohui to herself, along with the small note left for Wen Wan, and let her look at it slowly, and got up to take care of her makeup.

When Concubine Xin evened out her face and changed her clothes again, the dark green under her eyes was slightly covered by the fat powder, and her complexion was much better. After using a bowl of white fungus lotus seed soup, the warm breath invaded the internal organs, and Concubine Xin gradually became energetic.

At this time, Wen Wan had already finished reading the note written by her stepmother to herself, and she was in tears. knew that in those days, the stepmother and Concubine Xin were busy in the Hanzhang Palace, but it turned out to be preparing their own dowry.

There is a providence in the dark, and she knows that Chu Zhaohui can't watch Wen Wan go out of the pavilion, so she had a whim some time ago. Looking at Chu Zhaohui's methodical distribution of objects outside his body in the letter, the mist once again lingered in his gentle eyes.

Although Chu Zhaohui stayed in the border city, he was thinking about Wen Wan's future life. There are also a few words that don't think about the individual, but care about the people in the world, and it is the ardent expectation of the parents of the boxing to become a phoenix.

She hid her face with her hands, but tears kept pouring out from between her fingers, and she wet her begonia red brocade clothes, wetting her front placket.

Joy and sadness, concern and relief coexist.

In her previous life, she saw Meng Zhaohui pick up a long sword in the city gate tower and put it against her heart, Wen Wan knew her strength and witnessed her helplessness.

Now seeing that Chu Zhaohui has strengthened all the rigid strength into a soft intestine, leaving a heart in the place where Su Rui once lived, there is calmness and perseverance everywhere between the lines, thinking that this is the happiness she wants, and she is also a little relieved.

cleaned his face again, and invited Mingzhu to come to meet him again. Wen Wan pulled Concubine Xin and Mingzhu to sit on the big kang near the window, and chatted for a long time on this topic.

She advised the poor woman to plan for herself and live happily. I also advise Mingzhu not to be sad, and to achieve the happiness that each other wants.

Concubine Xin tossed and turned at night and couldn't sleep, and she thought about her future destination for a long time.

remembered that in the past, she had promised Chu Zhaohui that she would support the lintel of King An's Mansion with her, and later she moved into the main courtyard, and Chu Zhaohui treated her wholeheartedly, and Concubine Xin was grateful.

Now Chu Zhaohui is determined to stay in the border city, thinking about it, putting aside the entangled in general affairs, and adding some pride in his heart. She wanted to follow Chu Zhaohui's instructions and take care of the things she explained one by one. After Wen Wan got married, he went to the border city to follow Chu Zhaohui.

Concubine Xin said her plan, and Mingzhu nodded and said, "What the concubine means is in the heart of the slave." The slave and maid are the ones who serve the lady closely, and naturally the slave and maid are where the lady is. The concubine set a time to set off, and the slave swore to follow. ”

Everyone has their own ambitions, and Wen Wan no longer persuades, the three of them cheered up, and according to the instructions in Chu Zhaohui's letter, they took care of the property on the books of King An's mansion.

The dowries in the treasury are counted and dried every year, and they are all registered. Concubine Xin and Mingzhu immediately divided Chu Zhaohui's dowry according to their instructions, and the share of the two Murong Wei sisters was sent to the palace by Concubine Xin. The assets in Wen Wan's name, along with the dowry that were left in Hanzhang Palace to be given to her, were all sent to the Zhou Mansion.

It belongs to the one that Chu Zhaohui left to Concubine Xin, and Concubine Xin does not want to divert it for personal use. Thinking that since Chu Zhaohui used his own Yulu as the first silver to improve the lives of soldiers in the border city, Concubine Xin decided to follow her master's example and count this dowry as a fund, all of which was used in the border city.

Chu Zhaohui's letter spread in the court and harem at the same time, and the entire military department, including Xu Sansan, showed great respect for this weak woman.

Emperor Chongming's will to commend Li Zhifang's father and son was also sent far to the border city, praising Li Zhifang for turning the tide with Chu Zhaohui when the people's hearts were most likely to fluctuate in the border city, effectively stabilizing the morale of the army. There is also General Xiao Li who is brave and resolute, and beheaded Ye Renqing, a traitor in the border city.

Chu Zhaohui donated a bereavement pension, and the topic of improving the lives of the soldiers in the border city gradually spread in Beijing, and there were many men in the army in every family near the imperial city, from the generals of the military department to the common people, all of whom praised the widow of the former dragon and tiger general.

Peace and tranquility are not easy to come by, Tang Jia'er listened to the heat in her heart, she hurried to the Canwei Palace, stood in front of Murong Wei shyly, and put forward her new ideas.

Every year, the poetry will be a poem against each other, a song and dance life. Now the frontier is still golden iron horses, horns and horns, they are greedy for comfort in the rear, if they don't do their own heart, how can they be worthy of the front-line soldiers?

Now that Chu Zhaohui's pearl and jade are the first, why don't they also donate all the things they have obtained to the border city, so that in addition to improving the hardships of the army, they can also improve the livelihood of the people in the vicinity, and ensure that the people of the border region live and work in peace and contentment, and share the peace.

The blood was also boiling in Murong Wei's heart, and she listened to Tang Jia'er speak sincerely, which naturally aroused chivalrous tenderness. asked Xia Lanxin to enter the palace again, and the four girls finally finalized the last item of the poetry meeting.

They want to advocate that these princes, kings, grandsons, and daughters of Houmen who came to participate in the poetry meeting donate their beloved things, and finally convert them into silver money, and follow Chu Zhaohui's righteous actions and use the silver in the border city.