After saying that he wanted to write a letter, Cui Ling naturally had to spread out the letterhead, dip it in ink, sit upright, and think about it.

What did she have to say to Yuan Wulang, a hateful man?

A blunt and harsh reprimand? Merciless scolding?

No, no, no matter how annoying he is, in the end he is fighting for his country.

If he saw this letter in the middle of the battle, he would be angry and let out a few mouthfuls of old blood, and he would be in a bad mood and affect his judgment, it would not only be his own business, but also many soldiers who followed him into battle.

can ask her to write some false love words, full of lingering lovesickness, then she can't do it.

Cui Ling learned to be tactful in the tempering of the melting pot of society in her previous life, and she didn't know how many things she had done against her heart, but there was one principle that she had always adhered to.

She never said love to a man she didn't love.

Even if she no longer believes in aiqing, she is still willing to keep a small corner for love, which is the sincerity she longs for.

She had no way to be hypocritical to Yuan Wulang.

But she thought again, Yuan Wulang probably never expected to get her sincerity. If she was really full of affection, he wouldn't be happy, but would be disgusted to death by her hypocrisy, right?

Although Cui Ling stopped thinking about raising eyebrows with Yuan Wulang, she didn't want to offend him too hard.

Either way, he's always her husband!

The sister-in-law said that when Rouran returns from the victory, the Yuan family will return the military power, and when everything is settled, the family will be separated.

After separating the family, she and Yuan Wulang will move out of the Zhenguo General's Mansion and start a new life in the house next door.

She is not afraid that he will divorce his wife, nor is she afraid that he will treat her badly, they are a holy decree to marry, and Yuan Wulang will definitely do haode on the surface.

But if the husband and wife see each other like enemies, they will be very angry, and the life will be a little boring.

The ideal state is to respect each other and be polite to each other.

Cui Ling thought about it and planned to narrate his life after Yuan Wulang left like a running account.

First, it was good to stop the man's suspicion of her infidelity.

Second, the objective narration can be without her own feelings, and she doesn't have to worry about Yuan Wulang's feelings.

But not long after praising her wit, Cui Ling immediately stopped writing in pain.

On the pale yellow letterhead, there was only one line of writing, but the font was crooked like an earthworm crawling over, and it was outrageously ugly.

Not to mention, half of just a few words are typos.

Although she has been following Su Zihua to recognize the characters for several days, it is one thing to be able to recognize traditional Chinese characters with complex strokes, but it is another thing to be able to write, and obviously, she belongs to the kind that can recognize and read but cannot write.

Thinking of the strong and powerful font on Yuan Wulang's letter, each stroke of the horizontal and vertical folds and hooks is accurate and in place, and the whole letter looks like a work of art, handsome, mighty, and full of momentum.

Looking at her dog-crawling letters, full of typos, she felt like crying.

Cui Ling crumpled the letter paper together and gently threw it into the wastepaper basket next to her.

She thought that she must not expose her shortcomings in front of Yuan Wulang, otherwise if such a letter was seen by him, it would definitely become a laughing point for a lifetime, and it would never be washed away again.

How can this be!

Cui Ling gritted her teeth and paced quietly in the room, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in her mind.

She hurriedly lay on the table of the eight immortals and danced with the dragon and snake, and first drew a picture of the second sister-in-law in Shangwutang watching her zama step.

Then she drew a picture of her standing beside her sister-in-law in the diligent hall and listening to the mother-in-law's return to affairs, Lianhuatang and Brother Yu were instructed to read by the fourth sister-in-law, and the main hall of Tai'an Yuan accompanied the old lady to eat and tell jokes.

After thinking about it, he also added the picture of Mu Yuan and Brother Yu playing ball together, the kitchen of Tai'an Yuan and Master Liu studying food with Master Liu and Master Tang, and reading books alone in the library pavilion, to show that she is upright and upright, and everything can be said to others.

By the time she finished drawing, it was time for lunch.

The old lady got up and saw that on the table of the Eight Immortals, Cui Ling was stuffing a thick stack of letters into the envelope, and her heart was as happy as sugar.

She smiled and said, "Don't forget to write Xiao Wu's name on the envelope, otherwise it will be bad if you make a mistake." ”

Cui Ling was worried about her ugly words, and at this time, Su Zihua and the third sister-in-law Lian came in together, and they also held the bags and letterheads in their hands.

She smiled and said, "I can't write well, so let the fourth sister-in-law help me write." ”

Su Zihua knew Cui Ling's level, and knew that her two words were not as neatly written as the four-year-old Brother Yu'er, so she couldn't help laughing.

It's just that she didn't respond, but shook her head, "The fifth brother on the left and right won't laugh at you, the fifth brother and sister should write it by themselves, that's what you want." ”

Cui Ling pointed to the envelope and said flatteringly, "Fourth sister-in-law, do me a favor, just write here, and Gorou will accept three words!" ”

Su Zihua saw that she was anxious, and her face swept away her usual calm and seriousness, and she smiled even deeper, "Your fourth brother recognizes my words, he is careless, maybe he will think it is his if he doesn't look at it, if he opens it and sees the content inside." ”

There was a slight hint of ridicule in her tone, "If the fifth brother and sister are not afraid to write a private message to the fifth brother so that your fourth brother can see it, I will help you write it, it's not impossible." ”

Cui Ling thought of the painting inside, and quickly and consciously retracted the envelope, "Then I still won't trouble the fourth sister-in-law." ”

What are you kidding, her painting Yuan Wulang looks nothing, she is his wife, and he is not good at exposing his shortcomings, so he will not shout and tell people everywhere, oops, my wife writes to me because of her ugly handwriting, so she writes to me with paintings.

Yuan Wulang is a face-saving person, and he will never do this.

But if the fourth brother sees it, won't she have to carry this joke for the rest of her life?

In order to ensure that this letter could reach Yuan Wulang, no matter how ugly the writing was, Cui Ling decided to complete this arduous task by himself.

She found a piece of paper and practiced several times, and found that the more serious the words, the uglier they became, so she simply let it go, and no longer deliberately, she wrote the three big characters "Gorou Receiving" on the envelope as she should.

Because it was really ugly, she deliberately sandwiched the letter written by the third and fourth sisters-in-law.

When everyone in the room saw her move, they all forced a smile.

Su Zihua is okay, even if he laughs and has a stomachache, he has to maintain a ladylike demeanor, the old lady and Lian Shi don't pay attention to these, they both cover their bellies and laugh so much that people turn their backs.

These letters were handed over to Yuan Dalang along with the things he wanted to piggyback on.

Yuan Dalang went to entrust it to the Nine Princes who were about to leave for the northwest to help.

These letters were originally put in a wooden box with haode, but when he was leaving, Yuan Dalang had a thought and asked Guishu to throw the box away.

also deliberately took out the letter written by Cui Ling to Yuan Wulang from the middle and placed it on the top, and handed it to the Nine Kings with four letters.

Pity him for the eldest brother's father's fist and fist heart, this is all for the nine kings to see, "Look, my fifth brother and sister and fifth brother are so gracious, even writing a letter is so thick, Lord Wang, don't beat the idea of my fifth brother and sister!" ”

What Yuan Dalang didn't know was that when the Nine Kings saw the crooked and ugly handwriting, not only did they not dislike it, but they were also in a happy mood all the way.