The Ming army on the south road was like a bamboo, which made Xiang Xiaoqiang itch. He originally wanted to leave for Turpan immediately, but at this time, Zhu Yourong, who was far away in Lanzhou, the "big rear", couldn't hold his breath. Newly married Yan'er, this has been separated for almost a month, Zhu Yourong is hard to keep the empty boudoir, thinking of Xiang Xiaoqiang, but he doesn't dare to be too anxious, and he is still very reserved every day near Lanzhou to visit, tour, inspect, speak, raise donations, visit the wounded soldiers, and go deep into the people to observe the suffering...... In short, as she did before she got married, she tried her best to play the image of a noble lady monarch.

In the first half of the month, Zhu Yourong was still very composed—at least he seemed very calm. She would send a telegram to Xiang Xiaoqiang every other day, but she was quite humble and did not mention her desire to meet him as soon as possible, only focusing on asking about Xiang Xiaoqiang's inspection, the battle situation on the front line, the famine, and so on. But in the second half of the month, Zhu Yourong couldn't hold her breath anymore and began to imply in the telegram that she wanted to leave for the west as soon as possible and reunite with Xiang Xiaoqiang. The telegram has also increased from one every two days to one every day, which is mixed with many poems and allusions, expressing longing and even a little resentment. Many of the allusions cited are even to the extent that they are not familiar with the Four Books and the Five Classics and the Eight Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties. Xiang Xiaoqiang doesn't have such profound knowledge, he naturally sees it as a cloud mountain fog cover. But even if the clouds and mountains are foggy, you can faintly feel the affection between the lines. Therefore, he did not dare to find someone to "translate".

Xiang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but sigh: This girl is too reserved. They all slept in a quilt, and they couldn't let go. Even if the telegram was to pass through Wei Zijin, it was not an outsider. If it was Qiuqiu, I would have been directly on the words "You ask me how much I love you, the moon represents my heart".

But Xiang Xiaoqiang also understands Zhu Yourong's urgency. Because for so many days, Xiang Xiaoqiang is also "staying alone". He then gave up the idea of going to Turpan immediately, but stayed in Hami for the time being, and specially drew a People's Guard force from the attacking troops, composed of officers and men of a regiment of mobile units and more than 100 agents of the security team, to focus on rectifying public order in the Hami area and strengthening security work. After he planned to get almost done, he asked Zhu Yourong to come to Hami, and the two would meet quickly.

Turpan in front, although it also belongs to the occupied area, is too close to the battlefield of Dihua Tianshan Pass in the north, and second, it is now in June, and Turpan is too hot. The summer of the "Fire Island" is simply hell. Hami is a little better.

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It wasn't until June 25 that Xiang Xiaoqiang once again drove around the residential areas of more than 100 kilometers around Hami County, and felt that the situation had stabilized and the public order was very good, so he sent a telegram to invite Zhu Yourong to come. Zhu Yourong was very happy, but deliberately stayed in Lanzhou for one more day, and did not board the car until the 27th and set off to the west. On the morning of June 29, Zhu Yourong's empress motorcade arrived in Hami County.

The arrival of the Empress of the Ming Empire is something that has not been encountered in this small city in the Western Regions for a thousand years. In addition, whether it is Xiang Xiaoqiang or Zhu Yourong, there will be a large number of reporters to follow wherever they go, and now the two currents have converged, and they have simply drawn the attention of the whole world again.

Xiang Xiaoqiang and Zhu Yourong were both smiling, and they smiled hand in hand to greet everyone, and then the two made brief speeches under the spotlight: condemnation, sympathy, and encouragement...... Then, Xiang Xiaoqiang first accompanied Zhu Yourong to Hami County and several surrounding villages to visit the local people who had suffered a lot, and then Xiang Xiaoqiang accompanied Zhu Yourong to the hospital for wounded soldiers and visited the officers and soldiers who were wounded in the battle. In this way, the whole day, surrounded by journalists and flashing lights, passed.

At night, Zhu Yourong of course stayed in Xiang Xiaoqiang's temporary mansion. After dinner, before Zhu Yourong even had time to show reserve, Xiang Xiaoqiang hurriedly dragged her into the bedroom and began to relieve the pain of lovesickness in the past month. In an instant, both of them truly realized what it means to be a "little biesheng newlywed".

After some lingering, I found that it was still early, not yet nine o'clock. It was obviously too early to go to bed, so Zhu Yourong proposed to go down to the grape trellis in the courtyard to admire the moon.

This is a typical Jiangnan lady's thinking. If you are in the mainland, on a summer evening in June, the moon is under the grape trellis in the courtyard, which is naturally romantic and elegant. But this is a desert place outside the Saiwai, "wear a cotton jacket in the morning, wear yarn in the afternoon, and eat watermelon around the stove", and it is still relatively cold at night. But Xiang Xiaoqiang has just re-embraced Zhu Yourong in his arms now, and he can't wait to pick the moon for her. For his newlywed wife's small request, he naturally agreed, and immediately ordered someone to clean up the courtyard and prepare thick clothes.

Putting on thick clothes and coming to the courtyard, Zhu Yourong also laughed dumbly at his naïve thoughts. But looking at the bright moon in the sky, the mottled silver sprinkled on the ground through the grape trellis, the warm charcoal basin, the candlelight beating on the table, the hearty fruit basket, and the crystal wine, I also felt that it had a different taste, and I couldn't bear to live up to Xiang Xiaoqiang's thoughtfulness.

It's not yet the last season of grapes, and we can't eat mare's milk grapes. But it's already the time for the first season of cantaloupe to hit the market, so the fruit in the basket is mainly cantaloupe. Cantaloupe is named after Hami, although cantaloupe is now produced everywhere in the north and south of Xinjiang, but it is always indispensable to eat cantaloupe when you come to Hami, just like you must eat baked cakes in Lanzhou.

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In this situation, Xiang Xiaoqiang didn't want to mention those things that hurt the scenery to destroy. But looking at this basket of orange melon strips, Xiang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but say:

"Hami in previous years--also said Hami, that is, the entire southern and northern Xinjiang, even if it was the Northern Qing Dynasty, there were not cantaloupes everywhere at this time of the year! It's not a whole big car and a whole big car to the mainland! Last year, when I went to northern Xinjiang with Liaoyang, it was a little earlier than now, and at that time, there were also a lot of early-maturing cantaloupes on the market, and we ate a lot of them. …… Rong Rong, how much is a cantaloupe this year, do you know? ”

Zhu Yourong didn't know what he meant, and he didn't know what he was doing when he was entangled in how much a cantaloupe was. She didn't speak, just shook her head.

stretched out his index finger to Xiaoqiang, gestured and said:

"Nearly one Mingyang!"

Zhu Yourong didn't understand what he meant, and said tentatively:

"Uh...... Is it a lot? ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang says:

"Last year, it only cost a few cents! Isn't that a lot, you say? ”

Zhu Yourong was stunned, hesitated, and said:

"Hmm...... Is it because of the war? ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang snorted and said:

"Of course, there are reasons for the war. But even if there is a war, it will not be so outrageous. Think about it, the Soviets are doing a great famine here, tens of thousands of ordinary people are starving to death, they don't even have a grain of food, they don't even have corpses to eat, where can they find cantaloupe? ”

Zhu Yourong let out a soft "ah", and his face became solemn.

Xiang Xiaoqiang didn't care, he just looked at the pleasure on his lips and continued to complain:

"These old hairy people, they don't do good things here, and now it's hard for me to even want to find a few cantaloupes to eat. I bet that there are less than a thousand cantaloupes left in Xinjiang now. I wanted to eat it last month, but I couldn't buy it. I asked people to go around several villages, and finally found a few in the county seat...... At that time, other people's treasures looked like something, and in the end, I still bought them all for the price of two Beiqing silver dollars and a melon...... Thanks to the famine in the county, the situation is better, otherwise these melons will not be saved. …… I took it back and ate one, and that one was delicious...... Well, I originally wanted to do it all by myself, but then I thought, aren't you coming right away? Let's keep a few, and when the time comes, let's sit in the courtyard and enjoy the moon, and you and I will eat together...... How nice, haha. ”

Zhu Yourong was sad and moved when he heard it. She stretched out her hand, gently held Xiang Xiaoqiang's hand, and choked up:

"It's ......"

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