When Jiang Wu completed the formalities in the military department and returned to his house with his wife and children, his niece Zhihua had been waiting at the door for a long time with a group of people.

"Uncle!" Seeing Jiang Wu, who got out of the carriage first, tears blurred his eyes in an instant, Zhihua didn't care at all about the dust left by his uncle's days of hurrying, like a child, she suddenly jumped up and hugged him and cried bitterly.

"Ah Hua, don't cry, look, isn't my uncle good?" Jiang Wu's eyes were also red, he smiled and stroked Zhihua's hair, and comforted softly.

"Uncle, I heard that you were seriously injured, where are the injuries? Let me see. Zhihua raised her head from Jiang Wu's arms, and without waiting for him to answer, she glanced at him.

Jiang Wu put down the hand that was stroking her hair, quietly clenched the piece of clothing stained with blood on the cuffs into his fist, and replied with a smile on his face: "Uncle's injury is fine on the road, you see, is my uncle all right?" ”

The more he looked like he was casual, the more Zhihua couldn't believe it. He looked down from his neck, shoulders, and arms one by one, and finally noticed a small drop of blood on his right sleeve. Without saying a word, she pulled this hand and broke it gently, and Jiang Wu's fist, which was already powerless, was opened by her.

Zhihua suddenly burst into tears, guilt and distress all used in her heart, "Uncle......" After she called softly, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't speak anymore.

Jiang Wu looked at his niece who was crying, and didn't know how to comfort her to stop her crying, so he was at a loss and could only cast a look for help to his wife on the side.

Mrs. Jiang raised her sleeves to wipe away tears. didn't notice her husband's eyes for a while, but their seventeen-year-old son Jiang Yunfei came over smartly: "Sister Ahua, do you remember me?" I'm your Feifei cousin. ”

This cousin with the sunniest smile she can remember. How could Zhihua forget about jì? Wiping away her tears, she raised a smile at her cousin: "Cousin, I remember when I was a child, you didn't like me to call you Feifei Cousin the most." ”

Jiang Yunfei grinned, showed his trademark bright smile, and scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Sister Ahua, your memory is really good." ”

"Of course!" Zhihua turned around and walked towards her aunt, and gave her a big hug without being unfamiliar: "Auntie." After all these years, you still haven't changed at all, exactly the same as I remember from my childhood! ”

Mrs. Jiang burst into tears and laughed. nodded her nose affectionately: "You little girl, you are still as sweet as when you were a child!" By the way, what about Yan'er? Are you still studying in the academy? ”

Because he was afraid that his wife would be worried, Jiang Wu did not disclose the news of his nephew's visit to Muzhou. It was Mrs. Jiang who asked this question.

"Ugh. My brother went out on a long trip and is now on his way back, so it's estimated that he will arrive in a few days. When the time comes, I'll let him be the first to see you. Although she didn't know that her uncle deliberately concealed it, seeing that her aunt seemed to be unaware, Zhihua was smart and didn't break it.

Jiang Wu coughed twice, afraid that his wife would see something, so he interrupted: "Let's go in." Behold you, and speak at the door. I'm not afraid of people's jokes. ”

Originally, Mrs. Jiang hadn't noticed anything wrong, but Jiang Wu's desire to cover up her face made her aware of something, but in front of the children, she didn't want to mess with her husband, so she made up her mind to interrogate her in private. She took her niece's hand casually and walked home: "Your uncle is right, let's go in and talk again." ”

As soon as he crossed the threshold of the gate, a panting voice suddenly came from behind him: "Miss, go home quickly, Your Majesty's will has just come from the palace, and the wedding date has been advanced!" ”

Zhihua heard that this was the voice of Chunxi, a second-class little maid in her courtyard, and suddenly turned her head and said in surprise: "What did you say?" ”

Chunxi ran too quickly, her throat was dry and painful, she swallowed her saliva, and then she said clearly: "The slave maid heard that the prince of the world has taken the post of commander and is about to go on the expedition in the near future, so His Majesty specially issued an order to set the wedding date between him and you three days later." ”

Uncle's weak hand just made Zhihua intuitively aware of the danger and cruelty of the battlefield, and then received the news that Shen Ze was going to lead the troops to the battle, her heart was pounding, and the blood on her face faded in an instant, and she was pale.

Mrs. Jiang hurriedly supported Zhihua's crumbling body, her husband had been on the battlefield so many times, and she could empathize with her niece's current mood the most. "Ah Hua, are you okay? Don't worry too much, since the prince dares to take the initiative to take this mission, he must be a little sure. Don't be cranky and scare yourself, you know? Come, aunt will send you back. ”

Zhihua came back to her senses, pressed her aunt's hand, and barely squeezed out a smile: "No need aunt, I'll just take the carriage back by myself." You've had a hard time, so let's take a break. It's not too late to come and see me when you're rested. ”

After that, without waiting for her aunt to say anything, she turned to her uncle and blessed her body, "Uncle, you are injured, you don't have to say anything to send me, we are all a family, there will be many opportunities to move around in the future, you don't have to see the outside like this." Ah Hua said goodbye. ”

Jiang Wu has always been informal, and when he heard his niece say this, he no longer insisted on sending him off. He sighed and waved his hand, "Go ahead, good men have ambitions in all directions, just drive some if you want." Wei Guogong is a very capable person, his grandson, he won't be far behind, you don't have to worry too much. ”

***

When she returned to Qiuhua Temple, Zhihua had already adjusted her mentality, and no longer had all her worries written on her face like just now.

Mother Han is directing the little maids to sort out the warehouse and select the objects that can be used as dowries. Seeing the figure of the young lady appear at the door, she hurriedly put down the work in her hand and greeted her: "Miss, you are back." ”

Zhihua Muran nodded, her pretty face was tightly knit, and there was no shyness about getting married.

Mother Han thought about it and understood why the young lady was like this. It was a foregone conclusion, and she knew that Miss didn't want to listen to those pale and weak words of comfort, so she thoughtfully didn't say anything, but said: "The kitchen just sent a lily soup for beauty, Miss drink a bowl and rest well." ”

Today, since she opened her eyes, she was waiting for the will of His Majesty to deal with her uncle in the morning, and she was relieved when the results came out, and then she was reunited with her uncle's family, and she couldn't help but be sad and happy, and then she received the news that the marriage date was advanced and her fiancé would not leave the day...... In just one morning, there have been several ups and downs, and Zhihua is indeed exhausted at the moment. She did not refuse Han's mother's intimate arrangement, and after swallowing the bowl of lily soup without knowing the taste, she fell asleep on the bed with her head covered, not wanting to think about anything anymore.

Mother Han looked at the figure of the young lady curled up in the quilt and sighed. (To be continued.) )