Looking at the letter in his hand, Jiang Chuan realized that this should have fallen out of the book he had just read.

Is the little sister so open? Brother Yoo-yong? Looking at these two names, two people immediately flashed in Jiang Chuan's mind. One is, of course, Liu Ruyi, who was ranked in the history of Qin Huai Bayan in the late Ming Dynasty, known for his strong patriotism, and later married Qian Qianyi, the boss of the Restoration Society; Liu Yong is naturally the self-proclaimed "Dictator Fill in the Words" Northern Song Dynasty Genius Liu Yongliu has changed three times.

These two people, one Song and one Ming, obviously cannot be in the same time and space.

But looking at the words of this letter, could it be that in this world, Liu Yong has become Liu Ruye's brother? If that's the case, it's too much of a coincidence.

In order to find out, Jiang Chuan opened the envelope and saw that there was really a letterhead inside.

Pulled out, what caught the eye was a neat and powerful, quite muscular Xiao Kai, which was very pleasing to the eye.

"It's been half a year since I left home. The trip to the capital, what he saw and heard, shocked his brother, and a heart to serve the country sank into depression......"

Jiang Chuan unfolded the letterhead and looked at it carefully.

In fact, there are not many words written on a letterhead, which is about five or six hundred words. Although they are all traditional characters, they can basically be understood with Egawa's current eyesight.

The gist of the letter was that the elder brother named Liu Yong wrote to his sister Liu Ru, talking about his experience and mood in the more than half a year since he left home and came to the capital after the Chinese New Year.

This Liu Yong seems to be a scholar, with a heart to serve the country, and he feels that he is literary and martial, and he wants to come to the capital to take the Enke exam, thinking that he can go to high school, but he was replaced by the children of the court bigwigs and fell off the list. Then he fought hard, but offended the big guy and was imprisoned in the prison of Dali Temple for a while. Although it was later released, the whole person suffered a huge blow physically and mentally, and he was disheartened, and left the capital, preparing to study in the world, and no longer wanted to be an official. Let the little sister not worry about herself, take care of the old mother, and she will definitely return home within two years.

This letter was written on the first day of May in the 26th year of Daming Jingrun. After writing it, I didn't send it out for some reason, but it was sandwiched in this book and ended up in Jiang Chuan's hands.

After reading it, Jiang Chuan flipped to the back of the envelope and looked at it, and found an address with an address in Yangzhou City written on it.

Jiang Chuan searched for a while on the bookshelf, and found that several other books were also filled with letters written by Liu Yong to his little sister, and looked at the time, basically writing one every two or three months.

It's just that none of these letters were sent, and I don't know what the reason is. Jiang Chuan analyzed, probably because Liu Yong originally had the ambition of protecting the country and the people before he left home, but after arriving in the capital, he was disheartened by the ** of officialdom and the cruel reality, and he was arrogant by nature and couldn't stand this blow, but he was depressed in his heart, so he wrote a letter to his sister to solve it. But after I finished writing, I hesitated, worried that my old mother and sister would be anxious about me, so I didn't send it out.

From the words in the letter, it can be seen that this guy is a typical idealistic and angry young man, and this kind of person is generally unwilling to let others, especially his family, see his frustration.

This kind of passionate and loyal, thinking that they can meet the Lord, there is no shortage of young scholars who change the world, and their minds are the same as those keyboard warriors who shouted on the Internet in the past to destroy the sun and slaughter the United States and rule the world.

It's just that I don't know if this guy is dead or alive now, but these things are here, and eighty percent of them are dead in the hands of Hai Dongqing's gang of robbers.

Go back to Hai Dongqing and ask to see if this scholar is dead. If a person dies, if he enters the customs in the future, by the way, send these letters to this Liu Ru, and by the way, see how much this person has to do with the historical Liu Yin.

After putting the letters together and stuffing them into a small drawer on the bookshelf, Jiang Chuan took off his boots and slept soundly under the warm bed.

Jiang Chuan always felt that the hot kang had a strange hypnotic ability, and when he was a child, he fell asleep after a while on the kang, and never had insomnia. Later, after entering the city, I often had insomnia in my bed.

But every time I went home, I fell asleep on the hot kang again, and soon fell asleep, as if insomnia had never happened.

This, he later thought, should feel like home. The home is relaxing, reassuring. And in the city where strangers gather, no matter how heartless the smile is on the outside, there is always a trace of trepidation and uneasiness in the heart.

At this moment, as soon as he got into the bed, the familiar feeling reminded him of his parents and younger brothers and sisters who he had never seen again, as well as his girlfriend who had almost become relatives after ten years of walking together, as if he had returned to his relatives.

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When Qi Xuan came in the next morning to serve Jiang Chuan to wash and change clothes, he found that Hou Ye, who got up early to practice swords on weekdays, hadn't gotten up today, and quietly walked over to take a look, Wu Anhou, who was decisive and heroic on weekdays, was still sleeping comfortably in the bed, his brows frowned slightly, and there was still a faint tear stain on his face.

She quietly looked at the man in front of her who was sleeping like a child with something on her mind, stood for a long time, and finally sighed softly and quietly withdrew.

Qi Xuan gently led the door and told the maids at the door to be quiet and not to wake up the Hou Ye.

"Yatu, you are guarding here, if Hou Ye wakes up and has any orders, you will take it first, and I will go to the kitchen to show Hou Ye breakfast."

Qi Xuan whispered to Yatu, who was standing at the door, and went to the kitchen lightly.

Yatu agreed a little nervously, standing outside the door of Jiangchuan's warm pavilion, looking down at his feet, and pulling his robe nervously with both hands.

She didn't know why, she was obviously afraid of that man, why she arranged for herself to serve him. She had never served anyone before, she had been served by others.

She was afraid of death, and she didn't want to die. Ever since that time she was tied to the high head of the city, she knew that this man was a ruthless man who would really kill his own people. Her two maids still don't know where they went, whether they were alive or killed.

She didn't dare to annoy her, for fear that she would be killed by him if she was not careful. She still wants to go back, and hopes that her Ama and Eniang will send someone to pick her up.

So she told herself that this was Taoguang and Obscure, and these two words were taught by Mr. Fan Wencheng, the teacher sent by Amma, and she didn't know if she used them correctly.

She thought so, so that she was not so nervous and afraid.

Jiang Chuan finally woke up, looking at the light outside the window, he realized that he had overslept this time, delayed his morning exercise, sat up, stretched his waist, and called outside.

Usually at this time of the day, Qi Xuan will stay outside and wait to comb her hair. The hair of this ancient man was so troublesome that both men and women had to get up early and comb their hair for half a day.