When Zhong Yi found Jian Yunzhen, he really didn't understand how he could sit in this place all night on such a cold day.

Before Zhong Yi got close, Jian Yunqi called him: "Zhong Yi, look, it's almost dawn, and there are still no horses on the road." ”

Zhong Yi paused, sat down next to him, looked at the road down the mountain, the night was vast, quiet, the lonely soul was gone, he couldn't hear the wind, he was panicked.

He asked, "You hid all night, and I prevaricated them." What are you waiting for, has the military situation changed? ”

Jian Yunzhen replied: "How are they practicing?" ”

Zhong Yi replied: "Everything is ready, just waiting for your order." ”

Jian Yunqi asked, "Zhong Yi, will they die?" ”

Zhong Yi was stunned for a moment, looked away, and lowered his voice: "Maybe." ”

Jian Yunzhen asked again: "Can we stop it?" ”

Zhong Yi replied: "Yes, as long as we deploy properly, we will definitely be able to minimize the loss." ”

Jian Yunqi said: "Yes, there is no battle that can be won without bloodshed. ”

Zhong Yi was shaken by the wind, looked at him twice, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Go back, it's been dragged on, and the army is panicking." ”

Jian Yunzhen said: "I was waiting for four horses, and there were many letters on the cart. ”

Zhong Yi thought for a while, and asked most of the truth: "Beijing, something happened?" ”

Jian Yunqi replied directly: "I'm waiting for Xiang Ye's letter." ”

Zhong Yi subconsciously became nervous: "Something happened to her?" ”

Jian Yunzhen said: "No. ”

Zhong Yixin unloaded, realized that he was out of shape, and saw that Jian Yunqi didn't even mean to turn back, he didn't make up for it, and said more wrong.

He got up silently and said to Jian Yunzhen: "At most, it will be delayed for another day, if you wait until the evening and the horse has not come, come back first." ”

Jian Yunzhen didn't answer, Zhong Yi looked at him and sighed, and didn't speak again after all.

Zhong Yi walked away and retreated to the distant woods to hide, intending to accompany Jian Yunqi until dawn.

The girl he loves won't write to him, but at least he can watch others receive her letters, and if he's lucky, he may be able to know a word or two from afar.

The generals he revered, as bold as he were, threw away an army and sat down until dawn with blinking eyes.

Then why can't he selfishly accompany him?

The scorching sun is annoying. When I met it, my eyebrows were always not straight, but today I had an accident.

Jian Yunqi could hear that Zhong Yi didn't leave until dawn. But he didn't want to care, he just wanted to wait for a carriage to fly yellow sand and run towards him.

And now, he's waiting. He went down the hill as fast as he could, running against the hottest sun, and when he stopped the coachman, the sweat had taken up the wetness of his back, and the stickiness made him lose his vigor, and he had only a pair of eyes, full of longing.

He stopped the driver, took out the token, and handed over the formalities. Then he overturned the car, took the baggage he had separated, and urged the coachman to continue his journey, and sat down on the side of the road, and opened it restlessly and lightly.

The first thing that fell out was the queen's family letter, then the engraved small seal sent by the son of the Shen family, and finally, a pile of her letters.

Jian Yunzhen opened the top letter, and the letter was written like this: "Red ghee, fried meat is the most fragrant." In the capital, there is no one better than the one at the end of the street in the east, do you know, his family has just given birth to a baby, and he is very cute. I sent him a piece of Xiaoqing, and they were both happy. Now I started to paste the window paper, and on the white cover, the leaves could not withstand the wind, and they were rolled up and down. One morning I looked at it, and I suddenly thought, if I were one of those leaves, you should be the window paper, always, I want to lean towards you. Then who is the wind, what urges us to have a strong autumn should be the newborn baby at the end of Dongjie, Ah Da who refines red ghee, Jia San who sells roast meat cakes, the grandmother who cooks wontons, the cardamom who cuts window paper, and the child who kicks the ball...... I thought, please all of them, watch us fly, thank them for the nameless wind, do you say? ”

When Jian Yunzhen wrote to her, he didn't cry, the wind blew on the mountain all night, he didn't cry, just now he ran wildly, opened it to read, and he didn't intend to cry. What he began to wait for was not an answer, but a strength, a reason to keep going, and now, he not only had a reason, not only strength, but also an answer.

He looked up at the sky, let his tears flow, and thought, "God always treats me well." ”

Wen Qingzhen knelt in front of the concubine's hall for two hours.

The concubine was half-lying behind the curtain, holding the hand warmer, perhaps asleep, so that two hours passed without saying a word.

Wen Qingyi never opened her mouth, and from the moment she was pressed to kneel, she didn't treat her as her. She thought there would be harsher punishments.

The concubine finally spoke lazily: "If the waist continues to stand up, it will be wasted." ”

Wen Qingyi didn't speak yet.

The concubine opened her eyes and said, "Your eyes are so proud, Master Wang has taught you very well." ”

Wen Qingyi was still silent.

The concubine chuckled lightly and said, "But he is a little bad, he didn't teach you what to ask for and what not to ask." ”

The concubine didn't seem to care whether she answered or not, and said: "I'm not unreasonable, thinking about the relationship between your lintel and Xiang Ye, your heart, although it is a little harder, it is not bad after all." Hey, Tanwei that kid, for the first time, I have thoughts about the girl, I will raise you to be a concubine, don't be greedy, thank you and go. ”

Wen Qingwei didn't thank her, she just saluted, and after the salute, she stood up tremblingly, straightened her waist, and said, "No matter how talented Lu Tanwei is, no matter how prominent he is, I don't like it, so what's the matter?" ”

The concubine stared at her and said, "Do you know who you just offended?" ”

Wen Qingyi said: "The pen takes a break to kill a hundred flowers, and the thirteen high names move the world." What about the reincarnation of the immortal position, I don't love the flying sky and hate Pujia. ”

The concubine asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?" ”

Wen Qingyi said, "Can I go?" ”

The concubine thought of herself, twenty years ago, she was not as brave as Wen Qingxi, and twenty years later, she was not as merciful as the queen. At that moment, she wanted to destroy Wen Qingyi and make people break her forever straight waist. Suddenly, she remembered Kim Xie's poem again:

"Daughter Jiao, daughter Jiao, head towards the red cloud. Don't please the girl's champas, only throw the boy.

Don't stop the boat, don't stop the boat, the wine loan has not been returned. Roughly plan to find and mend your own robe, and talk about the brave girl. ”

The concubine didn't stop Wen Qingyi, and let her shake her legs, rub on the ground, and run out.

At night, Wen Qingyi lay on the couch in the library and applied medicine to his legs.

She had been on her knees for two hours, and she had not listened to the call, and could not hold her up for a long way home.

The two brothers were still standing guard outside the door, napping from time to time. Wen Qingyi lit a small lamp and healed himself.

She didn't touch the album, and when it was presented, the emperor read it, sent it back, and put it on a shelf not far from her.

She suddenly got a little angry, and wanted to find the painting and tear it up, so she crooked down from the couch, ripped up the book order that she usually cared about very much, and grabbed the book of paintings.