When Du Weizhen was infinitely melancholy, Du Yueyan had already written the letter and sealed it in the envelope, and then handed it to Du Weizhen, he looked at the unsealed envelope, and his heart was itchy, and when the time came, he would take a look at it and send it out, anyway, Yan'er didn't know.

But Du Yueyan had already seen his thoughts from his lit eyes, and said half-threatening and half-coquettish: "I don't like others to open my letters with my consent, can you do it, Brother Huang?" ”

"Of course." Du Weizhen revealed the embarrassment of being seen through, and quickly put on a serious look, "Don't worry, the imperial brother will never do that kind of thing." The big husband is hard to chase after the horse, and if he says that he doesn't look at it, he won't watch it! ”

Du Yueyan nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, then please ask the imperial brother to help me send it to Fusheng." As she spoke, she yawned, and a little tear oozed from the corner of her eye, which immediately made Du Weizhen's heart soften.

"You can rest first, the royal brother will go and let people pass the letter out, so I won't bother you."

"Okay."

The two brothers and sisters said goodbye, after Du Weizhen came out of the Wutong Palace, he stood in place, looking directly at the envelope in his hand, his burning eyes, as if he was going to burn the envelope, and at the same time, he was also sitting in a fierce struggle in his heart. What did Yan'er write to Fusheng that she couldn't show him? When did they have such a big secret, or did Yan'er and Fusheng follow?

Alas. Du Weizhen finally sighed in frustration, and decided not to read the letter, just as a respect for Yan'er, even if he is Yan'er's royal brother, he is not qualified to read her letter behind Yan'er's back, and this letter is still not shown to him by Yan'er's request, so no matter how curious he is, he should not live up to Yan'er's trust.

Du Weizhen quickly sent the letter, on the one hand, he was afraid that Yan'er would be in a hurry to tell Meng Fusheng about something, and on the other hand, he was afraid that he would not be able to bear the temptation to open the letter.

On the day the letter arrived in Su Ming's hands, Meng Fusheng also happened to wake up, because the military doctor had studied the drug to suppress the toxicity, but unfortunately, he still had not been able to develop a real antidote, so he could only suppress the toxicity temporarily. No one felt reassured, because as long as the antidote was not developed for a day, the power of the poison would haunt them for a day, like a mountain weighing a thousand pounds.

When Meng Fusheng woke up, the military doctor told him what kind of poison he had, because the military doctor felt that Meng Fusheng was far better than him in terms of medical skills, not to mention that doctors do not treat themselves, the more powerful the doctor, whether it is for others or himself, it is easier to find a way.

Meng Fusheng also cheered up, discussed and studied the poison with the military doctors, and finally found a way to cure the poison after using dozens of medicinal materials and developing dozens of antidotes. Meng Fusheng had already exhausted himself in this matter and had spent a lot of thought, so he handed over the follow-up steps of making the antidote to the military doctor, which was the easiest step relative to Eryan, so he was very relieved.

Sure enough, the military doctors did not live up to his trust, and the antidote was made two days later, and Meng Fusheng's body slowly recovered after drinking the medicine, and at this point, Su Ming, who was carried away by the good news that Meng Fusheng woke up at first, and then remembered the process of their development of the antidote, finally remembered Du Yueyan's letter and immediately went to find it, he never dared to open it, because the envelope was written for Meng Fusheng, and the beautiful Xiaokai, at first glance, was written by the princess, so he didn't dare to read it.

Meng Fusheng was already able to get out of bed and even dance the sword at that time, he was exercising outside that day, Su Ming took the envelope and came over and threw it to him, smiling ambiguously, "Eh, Fusheng, this is written to you by Her Royal Highness the Princess, take a look, if you can, tell your brother what he wrote." ”

"What!" Meng Fusheng's face was full of surprise, and then the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook an arc, "The princess is awake!" That's great! He almost couldn't wait to open the envelope immediately, and deliberately avoided Su Ming's sneaky eyes, which provoked him to mutter.

Meng Fusheng looked at the rows of delicate and neat small letters, his eyes became softer and softer, as if he was about to seep water, and his hard heart had already turned into a puddle of spring water, and every word on the letter revealed her concern and thoughts, which made Meng Fusheng's thoughts that were already buried in his heart more and more impatient, and he was sure that after all kinds of experiences, Yan'er still had him in her heart!

After getting this conclusion, he was like a hairy boy who fell in love for the first time, and even his ears were red because of happiness, so he left Su Ming and went back to the room, and deliberately locked the door.

Su Ming shouted vigorously from behind: "Eh, what did the princess write to you, such a stingy person, she refused to reveal a word, and she is still not a brother......

A door blocked the sound of his jumping feet, Meng Fusheng stood behind the bookcase, in front of him was an open letterhead, he held the letter written by Du Yueyan, laughing stupidly, I don't know how long it took, he carefully folded the letter, put it closest to his chest, and patted it gently, as if there was some precious treasure hidden there.

After doing this, he took a deep breath, picked up the brush and danced on the letterhead, in short, it meant to ask Du Yueyan if he was willing to spend his life with him after the war, he would also be good to her in the future, better than himself, treat her as his own life, and not allow anyone to hurt her, nor allow her to be wronged.

Even if she wants, he wants to leave everything in the world with her, find a secluded place, be a leisurely fairy couple, and spend his life happily.

Meng Fusheng almost leaked his full feelings in black and white, as long as there was a typo, a bad place, he had to write another one, and when he wrote a letter that he was satisfied with, there were more than a dozen pieces of waste paper scattered on the ground.

He took a deep breath and looked at what he had written again from beginning to end, and then received the envelope, and even drew a pair of frolicking cranes outside the worship, which was so expressive that outsiders could hear the sound of water being plucked and cranes flapping their wings.

After the letter was spread, he was worried all the time, worried about whether the handwriting was not good enough, whether some words were written too bluntly, would it make Yan'er unhappy? Later, it evolved again, will Yan'er agree to him? What if Yan'er doesn't agree? It seems that even if Yan'er doesn't agree, he can't let go of his feelings for Yan'er again, he loves her more than his own life.