Too many excuses, too many reasons, I've given up everything for love. Great literature

It was as if he had returned to the Funing Hall with a full stomach, "Is the princess still worried about the things in the palace?" As soon as she sat down, Chunhong gave her a cup of hot tea, and saw that her face was gloomy, and her eyebrows were locked, so she asked with concern, she also followed her to the palace, and she knew that she knew that she was sensitive, and she would be disturbed by these things.

As if holding the cup of tea that Chunhong handed to herself, her eyes flashed from Chunhong's concerned expression, and then fell on the injured cup of hot tea, a wave of enthusiasm followed, warm, soft, the faint fragrance in the air penetrated into the heart, as if she wanted to forget the unhappiness in people's hearts instantly, but once some things were engraved into the heart, how could they be forgotten instantly.

"Troubles are naturally troubles, but I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me, Chunhong, you prepare paper and pens for me. "Great Literature" is like saying that I have taken a sip of tea, which is fragrant and refreshing, and has a long aftertaste.

When Chunhong heard that Wan wanted to let herself prepare paper and pen for her, she thought that she was going to copy scriptures or practice calligraphy again, "Princess, you have just been full moon, and you have been busy for more than half a day today, so let's rest and rest." /Very literary/"Chunhong didn't want Wanruo to be so tired, so she stood in place and didn't move, as if she knew that Chunhong had misunderstood her intentions, she smiled busily and said; "I just sent a letter back to Chu Qianqian, just now when I went to the study, the prince gave me the letter she wrote, I finished reading the letter in the garden, and I want to come back and write the letter while it is still early." As if he had said that, he took out Chu Qianqian's letter from his arms and shook it in Chunhong, and Chunhong put her mind at ease and said busily; "Wait a moment, princess, I'll go and prepare pen and paper for you right away."

"Remember the paper, I want good rice paper, and-" Before Wanru could finish the instructions, Chunhong interrupted with a smile, "I know, the paper needs rice paper, because it is soft and textured, the inkstone must be the end of the inkstone, and the ink should be the Bashu light source ink." "Just like every time she writes, either Chunhong prepares pen, ink, paper, inkstone for her, or Chunxiang, they already know Wanruo's habits well over time. Great literature

A cup of tea Chunhong helped like to prepare the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, as if sitting in front of the table, with half a word of empty white paper in front of her, holding the ink-stained brush in her hand, although the pen was in hand, but she didn't know how to write, what to write, thinking like catkins flying, Chunhong stood aside silently watching, watching.

It seems that after pondering for a long time, for a long time, I finally put the pen on the paper, turned the thousands of words in my heart into the end of the pen, and slowly connected them into a line of words with deep and continuous meaning, and there is a strong feeling between the lines.

"Sister Qianqian, it's been a long time since I've called you so affectionately, as if it's been centuries long, time is short because of staying together, and time is also long because of separation, although you and I are thousands of miles apart, if you are in your heart.

When I saw my sister's letter, it was a full moon, and this month was the longest month I have ever read, just because I had that deep longing in my heart. I am glad that I did not die, and finally crawled back from the ghost gate, and after experiencing some life and death, I understood the truth of living for a lifetime and changing cherishing. Sister Qianqian is right, the separation between me and my youngest daughter Hongyu is not forever, but only fifteen years, waiting is painful, but if there is a deadline for this waiting, it may be another kind of happiness. My youngest daughter's name is Hongyu, her sister is red snow, she is red Meiyu, Xue'er's name is I married, it snowed on the day I was born, and the youngest daughter's name was Yi Chuan to marry, I thought he would be disappointed because I gave birth to a daughter, but he was still to me, even better than before, after this life and death The relationship between us has increased a lot, maybe I was too willful before, he has been monogamous for me, if I am dissatisfied, I will not be satisfied, I want to sit with a contented woman, and I want to hold the happiness in my hands.

My secret recipe for giving birth was for my sister-in-law, Princess Ziyan, who took medicine on time, but her stomach was still beautiful. I think they're still young, and as long as they let it be, the kids will have it sooner or later. I still congratulate Sister Qianqian on being pregnant again, and our Xue'er is going to have another brother or sister, you must take good care of your body and have a good baby. I also hope that Yi Chuan will transfer General Zhou to the capital as soon as possible, so that Sister Qianqian and I can meet often, I will definitely introduce my good sister Princess Ziyan to you, as well as my good sister Ping'er, and many people, I really look forward to this day, I hope that all of them can be as we wish, and I look forward to our reunion soon.

I have thousands of words in my heart that I want to talk to Sister Qianqian, but at this time I am in a mess when I hold the pen in my hand, and I don't know where to start, so don't say it, just wait for us to get together. I promise that you will laugh often, you will not let yourself cry lightly, you will not let yourself always be so sensitive, so preoccupied, I will also sincerely pray for Sister Qianqian and General Zhou, as well as other generals and others at the border in front of the Buddha, pray, pray that everyone can do everything smoothly and live a happy life.

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It seems that I still want to write a lot of words, but as written in the letter, I have a lot of thoughts at this time, and I don't know where to start, so I can only swallow back the words of a qiē, and I will only speak after the reunion.

As if he had taken a long breath after writing this letter, his hand was still tightly gripping the barrel of the pen, and his focused gaze was still lingering on the lines of light and deep handwriting.