The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching in a blink of an eye, and this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, Jiaming did not return, only brought letters and gifts. Although I regret it in my heart, I also understand that when the children are older, we must let them go and let them fight and break through, so that it is more conducive to their growth. As the so-called good men are determined in all directions, they always tie their children to their side and detain them at home, which is to restrain their wings and make them unable to spread their wings and soar.

Quietly sent people everywhere to send the Mid-Autumn Festival gifts, in fact, there are not a few places, peace of mind and her mother-in-law's house, Zhoujia Town's scholarly college's master's house, the county academy Jiaming's family, Fucheng College dean's Mr. Qingyun's house, and then some people who have dealings. Jing Jing also specially sent snacks, fruits, moon cakes and newly harvested rice noodles and vegetables to the Lingyin Temple outside the city.

Over the years, these rituals have been settled, and only minor additions and subtractions are sufficient. It's a bit tedious to prepare, but it's not difficult. Because of Mama Tong on the side and Jiayue's help, it is much easier to be quiet.

In the past few days, there have also been gifts for the season, those who return the gifts, and those who come and go, although there are only a few, but they are not idle.

On August 13, it rained lightly for a day, and it did not stop until late in the evening, but the clouds were still overcast. Because of this, the temperature at night is also very low.

The next day, the sun was shining, and the sun was extraordinarily sunny, which could burn people mercilessly. This is what people often call the autumn tiger, describing the autumn sun as fierce as a tiger.

Anfu is very clean, there are almost no people in the pavilions, sitting quietly on the soft couch in front of the window, looking at the geese flying in the sky outside through the window.

The sun rose to the middle of the sky, and a person walked outside the courtyard, with pale green clothes and pants, a simple bun, a slightly rounded figure, and a pleasing face, this person was Leng Yue.

Leng Yue walked into the house, came to the couch, and said to the quiet, "Miss, someone from the front yard reported that the prince of war sent someone to send the Mid-Autumn Festival gift to the house, and at this time, the person who came was waiting in the hall of the front yard. ”

Jing Jing didn't expect that Xiao Qifeng, who was far away in Liaodong Mansion, would send someone to send her a festival gift. Quietly came to the front yard hall and saw that the people who came were Changhuan and Changle. The two of them brought two large bags of things, saying that they were sent by their grandfather for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Changhuan had a cheerful personality, first said a lot of auspicious words to Quiet, and then handed over a list of rituals, and then took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Quiet. "Girl, this is a letter from my grandfather to you"

Quietly took the letter, and did not rush to open it, but asked Changhuan a few questions carefully, "Is everything okay with your prince?" Liaodong is at war with Dayan at this time? "For Xiao Qifeng, who is far away on the battlefield, he is very worried. Those people in the court and China all envy Xiao Qifeng for holding military power and winning the emperor's trust. However, why don't they want to think about how much Xiao Qifeng has endured that ordinary people can't endure? How many ordinary people have suffered that cannot be offended? Those ministers of the DPRK and the central government are drunk all day long, singing and dancing. Quietly, he felt that it was not easy for Xiao Qifeng and his generals to fight at the border pass.

Chang Huan listened to the quiet inquiry, and hurriedly bowed down and replied, "Back to the girl's words, everything is fine with our prince, but I often miss the girl here." Chang Huan took the opportunity to say a good word for his prince, and then said, "Since our prince was stationed in Liaodong Mansion, the Xiao family's army has fought dozens of battles with Dayan's army, large and small, and both sides have their own victories and defeats. ”

nodded quietly, and then asked, "Your prince has a heart, and the two of you have run this trip." I don't know when the two of you will return to Liaodong? It just so happens that I have something to bring to your lord. ”

"The two of us will leave for Liaodong tomorrow, and the things that the girl brought to the prince will be handed over to the two of us now." Chang Huan spoke. Later, they will go to the mountain to give a gift to Master Chen, which is done every year, but there is a quiet home in the past two years.

Hearing Changhuan say this, Jing Jing hurriedly returned to the backyard. Cut open the envelope in his hand and took out a piece of notepaper, and the pale cyan dark striped paper still exuded a faint scent of ink.

The handwriting on the letterhead is quiet and not unfamiliar, it is Xiao Qifeng's own handwriting. It begins on the letterhead

My wife An An, seeing the words is like meeting.

Since she got married, Xiao Qifeng has called her like this every time she writes a letter. Quietly said him many times, but Xiao Qifeng was still the same. Later, Quiet didn't bother to talk about him.

The letter was written as neatly as he was. The letter talked about his situation in Dongliao, saying that he was thinking about her in addition to training the army. He also said that he couldn't come back to Qingzhou Mansion to accompany her for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he was very sorry. He also said that he would try to end the war before the end of the year, so as not to delay the day when they got married.

After reading the letter quietly, she was stunned for a while, and then she got up and packed up the things she brought to Xiao Qifeng. Actually, there was nothing, a waistcoat made of duck down, two pairs of buckskin boots, two pairs of fingerless gloves, and a quiet hairband. Eating or something, quiet didn't bring. First, I was afraid that the weather would be hot and the road would be broken, and second, Changhuan and Changle were riding horses, and it was not easy to bring too many things. Quiet wrote a reply letter to Xiao Qifeng, the letter said what happened during this time, and said that she was going to go back to Qingshan Village in a few days, and finally, Quiet still said that she missed him very much, and looked forward to him being safe and returning triumphantly!

packed the things in a package, and handed the package and the letter to Changhuan and Changle. The two of them took their things and said goodbye to the quiet, then hurriedly got on their horses and galloped to the Lingyin Temple outside the city.

At night, I lay quietly on the big bed, nestled in the quilt for a long time and never fell asleep. In the past, she only needed to lie in bed and be able to sleep in less than ten minutes. But today......

I opened my eyes and stared quietly at the top of the bed, a little foggy.

In her previous life, she had never experienced any love or love. She doesn't know if the people she loves will be the same as she is now, because she misses someone so much that she can't sleep? But this feeling of missing someone, her heart has become sweet and sour, and she has experienced it for the first time, but she is very happy.

Xiao Qifeng didn't know, because of one of his letters, the silence became a little melancholy, and he missed it a little. She really wanted to go to the place where he was stationed, but unfortunately, she still had a lot of work to do. Moreover, the soldiers are not allowed to accompany their families when they are fighting abroad, so she can only think about it.

At the same time, it was also because of Xiao Qifeng's letter and his carefully selected gifts that the quiet mood became extraordinarily happy. This feeling of being liked, loved, missed, and put at the tip of my heart is really sweeter than soaking in a honeypot.

Missing Xiao Qifeng in the distance, recalling the bits and pieces since they met, quietly and slowly fell asleep...

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