"Really," Jun Mo asked with a wink at Shang Zi. The new dagger Qiqi Chinese website debuted

"Really." Shang Zi nodded affirmatively, Jun Mo Ning immediately stood up, pulled Shang Zi and said, "I want to write a letter, you help me sharpen the ink." ”

"Yes." The corners of Shang Zi's mouth were dyed with a shallow smile, and he opened his mouth.

Jun Mo Ning's face under the candle flame was extremely solemn, and the way he held the pen and thought deeply made Shang Zi amused, obviously it was just a family letter, but Jun Mo Ning seemed to be dealing with such an important life event, and the contemplative appearance was a bit like Jun Mo pity.

"Since my sister ascended the throne as emperor, I haven't talked to her for a long time, and suddenly I don't know how to write." Jun Mo put down the pen in his hand dejectedly, looked at Shang Zi in a wink and said, "Shang Yuwei, how do you talk to your sisters at home?"

"Speaking of coming from the ministers to serve in the palace, I haven't been in contact with my family for a long time." Shang Zi was slightly stunned by Jun Mo Ning's words, and said with a frown.

"Then let's write together, you sit there, and we'll each write our own." Jun Mo Ning looked at Shang Zi with a smile and said.

"His Highness Xie Qi." Shang Zi sat down as he said.

Two sides of the world, two sides of thoughts, in the end only smell the ink fragrance overflowing, the candle flame gently burned, the two people holding the pen with the thought of their loved ones down the pen, the corners of the mouth gently hooked the arc, and then no longer see the slightest sadness.

It has been three days since Jun Moxi received the letter, and this is about the first time that Jun Moxi has known that his sister's handwriting is so familiar, it looks like his own handwriting, but this handwriting is a little green and rusty, and he is obviously still studying.

Jun Mo Xi held the letter in his hand, looked at the handwriting, and suddenly thought that one day, Jun Mo Ning sighed that her handwriting was beautiful, and wanted her to teach, but she couldn't teach, but she didn't expect Jun Mo Ning to go to her calligraphy study by herself.

The corners of Jun Moxi's mouth hooked up a soft smile, opened the envelope in his hand, looked at the content of the letter, and the slightly nervous and shy tone at the beginning made Jun Moxi seem to see Jun Moning standing in front of him and didn't dare to speak, as if he hadn't seen it for a long time and suddenly didn't know what to say.

And the more I saw the back, the little girl who was around me suddenly became intimate, the smooth sentence, the complaining tone, revealed a strong sense of longing, which deepened the smile in Jun Moxi's eyes, and suddenly warmed her whole heart.

"Your Majesty is looking at what is smiling so happily" Fu He was walking into the house with the decoction, and saw the woman bathed in the sun with a shallow smile in her eyes, looking at the things in her hand with a focused expression, so gentle and amiable.

"A letter from my sister." Jun Moxi heard Fu He's question, and smiled slightly in his hand, with a faint hint of showing off in that tone.

Fu He was slightly stunned, with a smile in his eyes, he put down the decoction in his hand and said, "Your Majesty and your sister have a really deep relationship. ”

"Yes" Jun Mo Xi sighed faintly and folded the letter in his hand carefully, it seemed that the way he treated the treasure made Fu He very surprised, and finally served Jun Mo Xi After drinking the medicine, he retreated, and returned to the mansion to tell Jun Cangling about it.

Immediately, Jun Cangling was unhappy, and ran to ask Jun Mo Ning, and found that Jun Mo Ning had never mentioned himself in his heart, Jun Cangling was very unhappy, and had to shout that Jun Mo Ning must teach Jun Mo Ning a good lesson when he replied to the letter.

Jun Mo smiled and responded, but when he replied, he praised Jun Mo Ning, and only mentioned Jun Cangling's dissatisfaction in one sentence.

The war in Beiguan has started again, compared to the fear in Jun Mo Ning's heart for the first time, now after several wars, Jun Mo Ning has long forgotten what fear is, she only knows that she wants to win and live, every time she looks at the cheers of the soldiers, she wants to say to Jun Mo Xi, she did it.

A month passed quickly, this was the fourth reply letter Jun Mo Ning received, and it was also the end of the fourth battle of Beiguan, the prestige of the cavalry gradually rose, and the name of Jun Mo Ning was also known to the Northern Han, and now Jun Mo Ning, the head of the cavalry, finally sat firmly.

Jun Mo Ning stood behind the city tower with his hands in his hands, and unconsciously it was about to come to the end of the year, the noisy scenes in the past lived up to the existence, and the scene that should have been surrounded by relatives and families was no longer there, everyone lived on one side, guarding the national territory and city walls.

Jun Mo stared into the distance, heard the words of the soldiers behind him, the other party hung up the truce card, Jun Mo Ning was slightly stunned and ordered to hang up the truce card, this is about the most tacit understanding between the two sides on this battlefield.

Not for anything else, but for the New Year's Festival in two days' time, to avoid the battle.

"Your Highness the Seven." When Jun Mo Ning returned to the room, he saw a soldier bring a set of clothes.

"This is," Jun Mo Ning was slightly stunned and looked at the soldier with a puzzled frown.

"This is Shang Yuwei asked his subordinates to send it to His Highness the Seventh, saying that it was the New Year's Day for His Highness to wear." Jun Mo Ning frowned and took it, slowly unfolded it and looked at the Hanyang palace dress in front of him, and suddenly froze, and was about to turn around to ask, but found that the soldier had already left.

Jun Mo Ning had no choice but to take this dress back to the house, hang the clothes high, and touch the clothes and suddenly gave birth to a kind of thinking that she didn't dare to wear them, she was in this place, there was no rouge gouache, and her skin was no longer as white and tender as before.

"That's it" Jun Mo Ning shook his head, turned around and returned to his house, two days later in the New Year's Festival, the slaughter of cattle and sheep rewarded the whole army, but was not allowed to drink, had to replace wine with water to celebrate, and this year's New Year's Festival soldiers and generals gathered together, Jun Mo Ning arrived in the barracks when everyone was already in full swing.

"Your Highness the Seven." Shang Zi looked at Jun Mo Ning, who was still dressed in military uniform, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Don't ask me why I don't wear a palace dress." Jun Mo Ning blocked Shang Zi's words in advance before Shang Zi could speak, walked around Shang Zi with a smile and walked towards the generals, greeted happily, and sat down to eat meat and sing with the crowd.

Jun Mo Ning's prestige in the army has risen, and the soldiers she brought out in her hands are even more affectionate with her, and they have been around Jun Mo Ning all night, while Yang Long is sitting silently on one side, looking like he doesn't care about anything.

In fact, every time in the invisible sight of everyone, Yang Long's eyes would unconsciously fall on Jun Mo Ning's body, looking at the group of male soldiers who were circling around Jun Mo Ning, and immediately bit the beef in his mouth and creaked.

Obviously, no one drank this night, but everyone seemed to be drunk, looking at the lively scene in front of them, the original homesickness slowly dissipated, Jun Mo Ning was so noisy that he finally found an excuse to leave everyone and go outside.