A few days after the beginning of winter, a piece of news gradually spread in the high gate of Beijing:

The Fifth Military Battalion is about to shift troops again

However, this time the squad army was different from the past, not the troops of the guards entered Beijing, but the troops of the guards marched to Liaodong for emergency winter training, and the winter training was likely to last for several months, and the number of guards of the squad army was also more than in the past, and the number of officers and soldiers was approaching 300,000.

Such a large-scale squad army was the first time in the Jianwu Dynasty, and it was rare in the Jingdi period, so the military department attached great importance to it, and the military department Shang Lao personally transferred troops from all over the country, and the cabinet also drew up a charter.

As the commander of the Fifth Military Battalion, Meng Yuan was indispensable, and in a few days, he would have to lead a group of generals to Liaodong, and then lead the team back after the winter training.

The road from Jinling to Liaodong is long, and Meng Yuan can't come back for three or four months, but he can't spend years at home.

Since he got married, this is the first time he has been to such a far place, and he has been away for so long, Fu Jun's heart is very tight, and he personally urged Wu Gou and others to pack up their things, not to mention, the medicinal materials must be prepared first, and the clothes for the winter must also be prepared.

"Qingman, you go and find some plain silk materials." In the bright room of the Linqing Pavilion, Fu Jun commanded.

In the past two years, she has also heard Meng Yuan say that although the squad army will not really fight in training, the sword has no eyes, and every year soldiers will be injured and killed. She thought about making some silk undergarments for Meng Yuan, which were said to be effective in preventing the attacks of ancient bows and arrows.

Qingman retreated as promised, and Fu Jun called Shi Jiang again: "You go and order a little bit of medicinal materials, especially the medicine for typhoid fever and frostbite, you must bring enough." ”

Shi Jiang also took the order and left, Fu Jun asked the little girls to find Ah Jiu, she also wanted to buy some good wound medicine, so she had to ask the steward of the outer courtyard to help buy it

When Meng Yuan stepped into the courtyard gate, what he saw was a busy scene, the big girls and the little girls were walking at a trot, and everyone was made to turn around by Fu Jun.

A smile appeared in Meng Yuan's eyes.

"Lord is back." The sound of the little maid saluting came from under the corridor, Fu Jun stopped what he was doing, Meng Yuan had already strode in, and a cold wind came in from the opening and closing of the door curtain.

"What are you up to?" Seeing that Fu Jun's slender fingers were still strung with thimbles, Meng Yuan took her hand and sat on the side of the desk, and asked in a low voice.

Fu Jun's face was a little red, and he said softly: "I want to make you a few underwear, so I got two stitches." As he spoke, he hid the basket behind him.

The fabric was cut horizontally and vertically, and the stitches were very thick, and she really couldn't see anyone in this hand needlework.

Meng Yuan's eyes flashed with joy, and as soon as he stretched out his long arm, the basket behind Fu Jun was in his hand, and he looked down at the dark green and dark green clothes inside, his heart was already soft.

"Thank you." He picked up the clothes and looked at them carefully, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

"Uh...... Let's start with that, my ...... The needlework is not very good. Fu Jun stumbled, and his face became hotter and hotter.

She is really limited in this area, and Meng Yuan is unlucky to have such a popular wife as her.

Meng Yuan looked at the clothes in his hand in surprise, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I think it's very good." As he spoke, he turned his clothes over and looked at them, and his expression was very satisfied.

Fu Jun was confused by his attitude and looked at the clothes.

Even if it was her own work, she had to admit that the needlework was terrible.

"Do you really think so?" She asked, looking up.

Looking at the bright eyes in front of him, Meng Yuan smiled even more: "It's really good." After that, he took her hand and said softly: "When I was a child, my mother used to make clothes for me, but then she had bad eyes, so I didn't ask her to do it, and then I entered the Guogong Mansion, and the clothes made in the needlework room ......."

Speaking of this, the aura on Meng Yuan's body was cold for a moment, and then disappeared, but his tone became indifferent: "That clothes...... It wasn't that easy to wear, and from the age of ten, I only wore clothes from the ready-to-wear shop, and the undershirts were all issued in the barracks, and the needles and horns were very thick. ”

Looking at Meng Yuan's cold expression, Fu Jun's heart ached slightly.

It seems that in the first few years of entering the Guogong Mansion, some of the things that happened to Meng Yuan were probably very terrifying, otherwise he would not even dare to wear the clothes of the needlework room. How can these people deal with a teenager?

Fu Jun instantly felt guilty beyond measure.

She was really an incompetent wife, and she hadn't even asked him much about these things for so long, because he was so jealous of the Guogong Mansion that he had reached such a field.

She leaned closer to him, raised her hand and stroked his eyebrows, stroking the word "Chuan" between his eyebrows.

Meng Yuan stared at her and laughed suddenly, his bright smile was bright and dazzling, making people dizzy.

"Now that you do the needlework for me, I don't have to wear clothes from the ready-to-wear shop all the time." After saying that, there was already a smile in his voice, and his tone was unusually cheerful.

Looking at his bright smiling face, Fu Jun's heart was wringing.

"As long as you don't dislike me for being clumsy, I can still make your underwear." She said softly.

Meng Yuan didn't speak, he only wrapped his hand around her with his big palm, pulled it to his lips and kissed it gently, his eyes were already darkened: "Tonight, I want to reward my beloved wife for my husband." ”

Fu Jun leaned on his shoulder, his hot breath sprayed in her ears, she felt a little hot, a little sweet, and a little helpless.

Since marrying this man, no matter where their conversation began, it will always end up here, and she has grown to get used to it.

She adjusted her position and rested her chin on his shoulder so she could actually smell him.

Fu Jun took a deep breath.

His breath is always so good, refreshing, dry and warm, just like his big hand that wraps her, it is also warm and soft in the bottom of people's hearts.

I wish time had stood still forever.

For the first time in his life, Fu Jun had such a thought, and his heart was full of soreness and softness, and finally turned into warm water, which spread to his eyes little by little.

She blinked, and even a little chuckle.

What's wrong with her, Meng Yuanren hasn't left yet, she actually feels like crying, it's not like her at all.

After adjusting the situation, Fu Jun began to speak again. For the first time, she realized that she was so able to nag, just telling Meng Yuan the medicinal materials she should bring said a lot, and Meng Yuan listened with a smile and didn't interrupt her.

Her appearance as a chattering little woman also has a special good-looking.

The corners of Meng Yuan's lips curved up again.

If he could continue to listen to her like this, his life would be worthwhile.

The candlelight flickered, and two figures sitting next to each other were reflected in the gauze tent, filling the room with warmth......