Ten years of Taixing, twenty-sixth of the first month.

Maybe it should be the last snow in the capital this winter.

The lanterns of the Shangyuan Festival have been picked, and a few firecrackers will sound on the street from time to time. The waste paper used by Guozijian and Wude Palace every year must be kept for the firecracker paper used for the Shangyuan Festival, and the muffled voice continues to echo to see whose sound it is.

The wind is a little strong, and the glittering window paper can't see through the snow, but the glass windows from the West can see the snow piled up on the trees outside.

Tian Zhenyi rolled up the brocade quilt covering her feet, touched her toes lightly on the stove on her feet, and hurriedly retracted it, like a cat testing the water shadow with its fluffy paws.

Silver bone charcoal is difficult to burn, but it burns slowly, she dislikes the aroma of osmanthus cakes, and does not add half a cent of fragrant cakes in the hand stove.

With his hands on the stove, his stiff fingers finally warmed up. Originally, the purpose of warming my hands was to write, but at this time I didn't want to lift a pen.

On the small kang table, half a page of paper full of words was revealed.

Half is covered, the other half is clearly visible.

"Third brother, I will never remember that when the salary is paid, I have to ask the soldiers to shout 'Thank you for Your Majesty's salary'. Although there is a suspicion of slapping the horse, or people despise it, or think it is lucky, don't care. ”

"Since the third brother wants to change the salary system, it will not be handled by the battalion officials, but will be gathered at the school at the end of the month to distribute it, and another inspector will be set up to supervise the payment of salaries, and he must do what I say."

"Yue Wu Mu Yan: Civil officials don't love money, military attaches don't hesitate to die, why should the world be unfair? But what is the world? For Zhao's Hu? It is the world, and then there are storms and pavilions every day. ”

"What the third brother has done, the words are still in my ears, who else is me? But in detail, it's not that I am alone, but that Your Majesty has no one else to use. The difference between this must be pondered. Lydon is not far away, or think that it is not more than a thousand miles, but the walls of the Forbidden Palace are thousands of miles wide, and it is not thousands of miles, but it is actually 11,000 miles. ”

"In the previous letter, when it came to the new method of the military formation and the strange art of the warp, if you can really fight three enemies with one enemy, and it is not something that the third brother can't compile, it is really not a fortunate thing, I hope the third brother will take a closer look."

"After entering Qingzhou, I reported it every three days, and I really have nothing to remember, but I also have to remember trivial matters. Your Majesty may say: Don't send trivialities. The third brother has to give it away, and His Majesty can not see it. The third brother is too arrogant, although some people are deeply happy, but some people are deeply worried, the subsections can be informal, but the subsections must not be informal. The uninhibited, the heroes too; It is not informal, but also heroic. ”

"Heroes, there are big and small. It must be unrestrained, it is for the greatness of the world; Regardless of the formality, it is just a small compliment for some people. Among them, the three elder brothers will be able to distinguish them. I still remember that when I flew into the sky, I didn't dare to untie the cable and regretted my life......"

The lower half of the paper was suppressed, Tian Zhenyi had already written a lot, but she was hesitating whether to send the letter over.

She can't go to see her off tomorrow, and there is no excuse to go to the other courtyard in the first month, although the second brother connived at her, but her father is not at home, and there are still mothers and eldest brothers at home after all.

By letter, she also knew that perhaps she should not have said these things. also thought that Yiguo Gong had also been up and down in the sea for many years, and thinking that Liu Yu should naturally know.

But there was always a voice in her heart that whispered to her: What if he didn't know?

Even the voice would say "just in case", just in case, but in case, but this in case made her a little breathless, and finally picked up the pen and wrote something that should not be written.

At this time, and still in the final hesitation, whether to finish this letter or not.

If you don't send it, what you write will only turn into ashes; If you send it, you even write such words, do you still have to write down your heart?

When the golden wind rose last year, the second brother sent him a booklet on thinking about astronomy.

However, it was like mud sinking into the sea, and I was unhappy in my heart. I didn't get a reply until December, and it was only last month.

After looking through it, looking at the dense annotations and circles on it, the sorrow in my heart finally turned into joy, and even the deepest winter with the most annoying and boring colors was much warmer.

I also brought a test paper for the official examination of Jinghai Palace with me, and I also told her very carefully that she only had three hours to answer the questions.

Tian Zhenyi really laid down the rolls and didn't eat lunch. Fortunately, the maids knew that she was always like this when she was studying, and she didn't bother her over and over again.

After writing the volume, I hurriedly asked my second brother to deliver it the next day. This time I didn't wait too long, and it wouldn't be like the last time I waited from Jinfeng to Hanxue, and I got a reply quickly.

The words praising her in the letter made her happy, but the words that followed made her heart sweet.

It was something about the heart, and there wasn't much of it, just plain and plain in the vernacular.

Reading other people's thoughts, there was no half of the bitterness, and I couldn't help but want to eat pomegranates, so I asked the maid to take a pomegranate.

After taking it, he didn't eat it, just peeled it off gently, looked at the yellow and clear skin, and gently picked up a bright red seed with his nails, and asked the dumb maid on the side: "Do you know that there are such seeds under the skin of this yellow and clear pomegranate?" ”

The dumbfounded maid thought she had a fever, and stretched out her hand to try her forehead, but she gently pushed it away, and then picked out all the pomegranate seeds little by little.

I turned around and found the painting of the general Heilongjiang Wangyu, and turned into a cloud of ash with my own hands, thinking that the painting only drew a pomegranate skin, but I didn't know a little pomegranate seed at all.

Maybe there was such rain, maybe there was such wind, but now she knew that if there was such a storm, he would not stand at the bow of the boat and watch the rain, but would run back to the cabin to drink.

Thinking of this, he looked at the burnt painting and smirked softly.

After laughing, he curled up on the brocade quilt, hugged his knees, and stared blankly at the wind and snow outside the glass window, thinking about the slight distress on the letter.

Through the glass window, there was a maid playing in the snow outside, her hands were shrinking from the cold, and she rubbed her hands with hot air.

She also stretched out her hand and touched the ice flowers on the window, these ice flowers that she was reluctant to get rid of on weekdays melted on her fingertips, wrapped her fingertips coldly, and then pressed her hand on the window frost completely, feeling the coldness of gritting her teeth, thinking that the hands of those maids just now should feel like this.

It's just that Leng Xue can let her know the taste through the window, how can she empathize with the taste in people's hearts?

Picking up the pen and thinking about such a heartfelt matter, I finally didn't write about those studies anymore, but wrote a lot of plain things.

The crickets when I was a child, the bluestone slab that I wrestled, the stars in the binoculars, the anguish when I cried my nose, and the pride when I was praised by my father at the family banquet......

She thought:

There are high walls, and there are gates.

So, I'll write it to you.

It's like the pomegranate on the table, or the pomegranate is like a hot air balloon that day that flew into the sky, what the eye can see has been seen, and the rest will be written to you. It's like a Westerner's painting, which always lacks that taste, and the painting is always pomegranate skin. Even if you draw pomegranate seeds, how can you draw them in the same bright red in those places that you can't see?

Thinking about Mulan's story, she wanted to tell him that Mulan became Mulan out of desperation, but she did not have the persecution of the twelve volumes of military books.

When Jin Feng Yulu was dew, he wanted to let him know that he was a heroine among women.

When the snow was cold and the wind was howling, he wanted to let him know why he became such a person.

The letter was sent out, and it was the text she wanted to see.

After a few days of exchanging letters, she slowly wrote about some things to be done in the future, asking what she would do if it were her.

A few days ago, the letter was about peeled pomegranate seeds, and this time it was like asking her how to peel a pomegranate.

Her father would praise her for her intelligence, but he would never ask her about the real things.

The second brother would occasionally ask her about some arithmetic knowledge that she didn't understand in the Wude Palace, but he wouldn't discuss it with her.

The sisters of other families in the boudoir would discuss with her, and sometimes they would talk about the world's affairs, but they did not have the opportunity to try whether these things could be done, and the naughty ones would say that it was like a group of fathers-in-law going to the fireworks field.

Unfold the letter and write down his opinions on those questions one by one, like a caged bird that thinks it can fly, and finally looks forward to the cage opening and flapping its wings, not knowing whether it will clumsily land on the ground or take the cloud away.

The more the letter was written, the more it was written.

Sometimes there are disputes over some issues.

When arguing, she will also be sullen and angry, feeling that she is right.

Often the next day will receive a reply, the letter said that after careful consideration, sure enough, my sister is right.

The previous sullen breath disappeared at this moment, and from the sentence "I couldn't sleep for a long time after thinking about it last night", I felt something about respect.

Gradually, I asked more and more about the future, and I had a little expectation in my heart, wondering if this method would work and whether it would be effective.

But when I think about it, the person who wrote the letter after the New Year is going to go to Shandong, and my mood is lost again.

After the New Year, it is spring, and after spring, it is summer, and in summer, you have the opportunity to go to the other courtyard and sneak out to play.

But even if you slip out now, how can you see each other across the mountains and rivers of Gyeonggi and Qingzhou?

The expectation of wanting to know if his method was effective was finally no match for the loss of farewell, and a few tears were shed, regardless of the tears on the paper clearly visible and scattered.

In the past few days, I thought about those just in case, and finally picked up the pen and wrote some words that should not have been her.

also thought that Yiguo Gong had also been up and down in the sea for many years, and thinking that Liu Yu should naturally know.

But there was always a voice in her heart that whispered to her: What if he didn't know?

Even that voice would say "just in case", just in case, but in case, but this in case made her a little breathless, until she wrote down the words that she shouldn't have said, and she was half relieved.

Under the bed, there is a charcoal basin.

You can burn the letter draft, or you can warm your hands to make the pen swing faster.

I picked up the half-written letter, read it again, looked at the brazier under the bed, and finally put it back on the table.

After hesitating for a long time, he picked up the pen again.

"The strength of a controlled soldier lies in the system, not the soldier. Maker, art also. The Tao cannot be preached, but the art can be preached. Third brother, this technique must be passed on, so that His Majesty believes that this technique can be learned by everyone, but the third brother learned it first. It is absolutely impossible to turn magic into the Tao, so that His Majesty thinks that the Tao is not the Tao, and the third brother cannot become this army. ”

"I privately think that if the army is trained, the level will be completed, and the army trained by the third brother will make great contributions. At that time, His Majesty will definitely transfer the third elder brother and replace him with someone else. Find someone else to train a new camp. ”

"If the military prestige is still there, others can also be trained, and the combat power is as before, then fortunately, and you can still make new contributions, so as to calm the world, and to achieve your life's will; If the third brother leaves, others can't be trained, the military power is no longer there, and the combat power is not as good as before, then unfortunately, the third brother may be knighted, but I am afraid that the third brother will not be able to do what he wants in the future......"