Ye Zhiqiu watched Lao Cao go home, called Uncle Kang beside him and said in a low voice: "You are still guarding the door, I estimate that within about an hour, the two deputy commanders of Chen Zheng will pass in front of the mansion, and when you catch a glimpse of them, you will come forward to call them and hand over my letter, and they will naturally know the rest of the matter." ”

Uncle Kang answered honestly, "Yes, master", then moved a stool and sat on the crack of the door, looking out cautiously.

A gust of cold wind blew, which made Ye Zhiqiu feel a chill on his back.

He rubbed his long, white and slender hands together and looked at the sky again.

There is still an hour, and this letter should be written carefully, and it is necessary to go back to the study to warm up your hands, and then think carefully about how to explain to these two people to help them.

Ye Zhiqiu returned to the study, and the people knew that he liked to learn calligraphy after drinking, and he had burned the black frost charcoal in the stove to the right temperature, and smoked a pot of kumquat fruit planted in the corner with a fragrant fragrance, which was pleasant.

While he spread out the paper, Lao Cao Fangcai's words rang in his ears: Han's inglorious things have nothing to do with him, and he has also been poked in the backbone for several generations.

Han Fu was plotted by Emperor Wen to die tragically in the house, and it was not easy for him to escape Emperor Wen's suspicion. Now that the imperial capital is empty, the prince first asked about the pigeon harrier, and then suddenly wanted to kill Gonggong Li, he must have discovered some unknown secret. Although as far as the crown prince is concerned, there is only one secret that can be revealed------ he is not surnamed Li. But how to use this incident to wipe out Emperor Wen and the crown prince, so that the great witch god of the Imuran Kingdom can take advantage of the situation to cross the river to help him restore Songyang?

If you want to disassemble the threads, you must first find the threads.

Gonggong Li is this thread.

In any case, it is necessary to use Cao Feihu's dragon scale army to control Gonggong Li as soon as possible, and squeeze out the secret of the prince's opposition to him, so as to grasp the initiative.

Ye Zhiqiu had a certain idea, and he didn't hesitate to write.

Chen Qi and Zheng Lun, the two deputy commanders, were the confidants who had been solemnly entrusted by Han Fu when he was still there, and since Han Fu's death, they have even more hatred and desire to avenge him, as long as they only say a few words, it is not difficult to sing a double reed in front of Cao Feihu. The difficult thing is that after arriving in Haidingzhuang, maybe you can really only take one step at a time and respond to the situation.

After Ye Zhiqiu finished writing the secret letter, he carefully blew it under the lamp. The letter paper is not large, only the size of a palm, and it is full of small letters. He folded the letter paper into a peculiar diamond shape and hid it in his sleeve, and walked all the way back to the gate of the Ye Mansion.

Uncle Kang shrunk his neck and wrapped his hands in his sleeves, and looked out carefully, seeing that it was Ye Zhiqiu who came, he carefully took the secret letter.

Ye Zhiqiu was an extremely cautious person, and he thought that even if he was going to Haidingzhuang to respond to the situation, he should think carefully about what else could be prepared in advance.

Uncle Kang saw Ye Zhiqiu's thoughtful look, and said that he was worried about Mrs. Ye's body, so he persuaded: "Master, although Madame is sick, I always feel that it is mostly due to depression. ”

Since one day a few months ago, Uncle Kang has found that although the lord and his wife are in the same mansion, they live on one side, and they don't say much when they see each other, at most they just eat at the same table, and the banquet is also faint. Mrs. Ye always said to her subordinates that she had not healed from the cold and did not want to dye it to the master, but everyone knew that this was just a rhetoric, but she was afraid that she would not be able to understand the knot, and this cold would never get better. The people in the house thought that the discord between the husband and wife would be a matter of a few days at most, but the cold between the two of them lasted for several months, not only did it not get better, but there was less time to eat together. Every time it was time to eat, Mrs. Ye either said that she would not eat because of her loss of appetite, or asked her to bring the food to the room.

Originally, when Uncle Kang heard Ye Zhiqiu's instructions to put two pairs of dishes and chopsticks in the West Flower Hall today, he was happy to think that the two were finally going to reconcile, but Mrs. still returned to the room. When he was wondering, he opened the door and ushered in Ye Zhiqiu and Cao Feihu, and at that moment he realized that the old man didn't want to eat with his wife in the first place.

So he finally couldn't help but muster up the courage to persuade him.

Let's go see Madame.

Ye Zhiqiu listened, and looked at Uncle Kang with a very strange look, which made Uncle Kang's heart furious.

He thought for a while, nodded as if he had thought of something, and praised, "You're right, I should go and see Madame." ”

Uncle Kang was secretly happy in his heart, he knew that the master was a good-tempered person, but he also knew that the master had great ideas and never liked to listen to people's persuasion. Of course, with the master's ability, no one can have the opportunity to persuade anything.

But it's surprising that the master can listen to it like this today.

Ye Zhiqiu said again: "You just said it...... Madame hasn't eaten anything today, has she? ”

"yes......"

"You have someone go to the kitchen and heat up a bowl of soup."

"Good! Good! I'll go! Uncle Kang was just about to move, when he suddenly remembered the secret letter in his hand.

Ye Zhiqiu hurriedly said: "Oh, by the way, you have to keep an eye on here." It's okay, I went to the kitchen and heated the soup and served it to my wife. ”

Uncle Kang became more and more pleased when he heard this, and when he saw that Ye Zhiqiu was willing to serve the soup with his own hands, he deliberately did not say anything to call other people.

When the lady saw that it was the old man who brought the soup, she must have appreciated it.

Ye Zhiqiu left Uncle Kang, went to the kitchen to heat the soup, turned around and went back to the study, took out a bookbox from the bookcase, picked out a few documents full of words from the box and carefully put them into his sleeve, and then took the soup to Mrs. Ye's room.

The backyard of Yefu is mainly divided into two courtyards, the south courtyard is facing the sun and is the master's bedroom, and the north courtyard is facing the yin and has become a study house, as for Ye Yin and Su Xiaochen's residences, they are listed on the east and west sides of the backyard respectively.

The Ye family and his wife are both people who love to read and write, and there is only one kitchen in the Ye Mansion, but there are four or five in the study, so that they can turn a few pages and write a few words wherever they go. The study house in the north courtyard was specially set up precisely because Ye Zhiqiu sometimes had trouble sleeping at night and got up to wave ink to meditate.

But since Mrs. Ye was "sick", Ye Zhiqiu moved out of the master bedroom and moved to the guest room to sleep, so Mrs. Ye was left alone in the huge backyard, except for Ye Yin, who would come over to accompany her mother for a while every day, there was no one anymore.

The subordinates all said that Ye Zhiqiu and his wife were angry and deliberately snubbed, but in fact, Mrs. Ye was disheartened by her husband's endless schemes, and she avoided it because she wanted to be out of sight. Ye Zhiqiu knew that he was different from his wife, and he knew that he had aroused her disgust, so he avoided going far away.

Originally, in his heart, as long as the lady obediently stayed aside and didn't interfere with his own affairs, the rest of the things were painless.

But today is different, Ye Zhiqiu really has something to ask his wife to help him.

At this time, it was just after the night Shen time, and it was usually the hour when Ye Fu had just finished dinner. Ye Zhiqiu stepped into the room with the hot soup. He saw that Mrs. Ye was closing her eyes and lying crooked on the couch, so he gently put the soup on the table.

The bowl and spoon unexpectedly made a crisp bang, and Mrs. Ye opened her eyes when she heard it. When she saw that it was her husband, a trace of surprise flashed on her face, and then she turned cold.

Ye Zhiqiu said gently: "Woke you up? ”

Mrs. Ye did not speak.

"I've heard people say that Madame didn't eat anything for dinner tonight, and now the winter nights are getting longer and longer, and I can't hold my body after staying up all night. Here's a bowl of soup I've just heated, if you can drink it. ”

If ordinary people heard this, they would definitely think that Ye Zhiqiu was an extremely considerate person, but Mrs. Ye knew her husband too well, and not only was she not moved when she heard him say this, but asked coldly, "What do you want to do today?" ”

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned by this, sighed and said, "Madam...... I am your husband, why do you speak to me like this? ”

Mrs. Ye turned her face away.

"Madame, I know that you have a grudge against me in your heart, and you do not like what I do. But after all, it was your father's lifebed entrustment, that is, putting aside those big family and country hatreds, he is also my father-in-law, if I put these entrustments behind, wouldn't I be ashamed of him. ”

"If you have come today to say these things, then go out." Mrs. Ye was so familiar with her husband's words that she didn't want to hear it anymore.

Of course, Ye Zhiqiu didn't go out, but he didn't continue to talk about it.

He sat silently at the table and saw a wild grass tablet spread on the table, which was the "Jingzhou Cold Food Poems" known as the landing show Zhang Qisheng.

There were several drafts scattered on the side of the book, and the handwriting was obviously the handwriting of Mrs. Ye.

Both Yip and his wife are good at calligraphy, but they are good at very different fonts. Ye Zhiqiu is good at cursive and calligraphy, and Mrs. Ye is good at small seals and small letters, the former is free and easy, and the latter is neat and beautiful.

But because they know what they are good at and what they are not good at, the couple is especially what they lack. Therefore, when practicing calligraphy on weekdays, Mrs. Ye will figure out more about those cursive scripts, and when she encounters places that she does not understand, he and his wife will guide each other and improve each other. This has been the case for decades, and practicing and talking has long been not only a hobby between couples, but also one of the emotional maintenance.

Husband and wife, having something they like to do together will always make the relationship much better.

But since the conflict between the two, Mrs. Ye has never talked to her husband.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the few words written by his wife, and the more he wrote, the more unsatisfactory he became, obviously caused by irritability, and sighed: "The few words in the last one of Mrs. are a bit of a pity." ”

People who learn calligraphy are the most itchy when they hear such words, not to mention that Mrs. Ye knows that her husband's cursive attainments are indeed above herself, although she didn't say anything and didn't look back, she pricked up her ears to listen to him continue.

"Cursive writing is of course the pen to go at will, but the control of the heart is much more difficult than the control of the pen, the next pen is relaxed to be able to seek the best in the danger, if only put and do not receive, it is too much, such as the word "Qiao" ......"

Speaking of this, Ye Zhiqiu picked up the notebook and deliberately stopped talking, as if he was looking carefully under the lamp.