Compared with Gu Yunjin's letterhead that said a lot of things before, Jiang Muyuan's letter was much simpler.

He mentioned a few words about the water situation of the two lakes, and then asked about the progress of the bookstore's script.

People in Lianghu are busy all day long, and they are full of officials big and small, who are guarded, flattered, tempted, and alienated from him, a young imperial relative, but it is impossible to have a heart-to-heart relationship.

Occasionally, when I am free, I want to find someone to talk to to relieve my boredom, but in addition to kissing, I can't find anyone next to me.

At this time, what Gu Yunjin said was undoubtedly the best pastime.

It's just that Jiang Muyuan lives in the mansion, and he is not tired on the table to talk about the booklet, so that the officials below see it, and he doesn't know what to say.

Looking back on Yunjin's reply to relieve his fatigue, this time he continued to write and asked Gu Yunjin to write the follow-up plot to him.

Gu Yunjin held the letter paper and couldn't help but laugh dumbly when he read this.

Ning Guogong, who has been fighting horses all his life and guarding the country for several years, actually has a time when he wants to hear a story, but think about it again, Jiang Muyuan is still a sixteen or seventeen-year-old little grandfather now, not Ning Guogong ten years later, when he met several times, his smile and his emotions were also different from Jiang Muyuan, who was running all the way for the war in Lingbei Taoist Temple.

It's probably because I recognize him ten years later, so I think this person ten years ago is so kind.

Gu Yunjin thought that he would not only write down the latest script, but also find a few more old stories from the bookstore and write them to him.

She looked down as she remembered which stories were interesting.

When one page was finished, the twisted paper was put down, and on the next page, she glanced at the last sentence, and all the thoughts in her mind were empty in an instant.

Jiang Muyuan wrote that he received the painting, and he followed her brushstrokes, looking at the Qionggong she painted one by one, and finally sighed, "Even if it is the same moon, the moonlight I see is less than one-tenth of what you see."

stared at this sentence, couldn't take his eyes off it for a long time, and after a while, he suddenly remembered the dialogue of that day.

Just numbers, meaningful.

What Gu Yunjin read was his longing for the capital, and it was a pity for Jiang Muyuan to be unable to reunite with his family on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival......

Even if she painted the moonlight, it was not as good as what he saw with his own eyes.

These rivers and mountains are too big, and the difference is not only the capital and Jingzhou.

Riding a horse in the suburbs yesterday, Gu Yunjin heard Gu Yunyan mention that at this time, the capital is still in the autumn breeze, and it is not as bleak as the late autumn, but the snow should have fallen in the north.

The snow is dancing, the weather is cold, even the Tartars outside the border have rested, no longer harassing the border, winter can almost be said to be a rare time of the year at the border pass.

But the winter in the Northland is not easy, it is too cold.

Gu Yunyan thought that Gu Yunjin was not very old when she left the Northland, and she couldn't remember the winter there, so she went into more detail, but Gu Yunjin actually knew that her last early winter was spent in Lingbei.

In this month, the first snow falls in Lingbei.

When the snow was about to stop, she went to Baiyunguan and met the person who wrote to her now.

This opening and closing of the eyes, the changes in the two lives are really emotional.

Lowering his eyes, Gu Yunjin couldn't help but think, when will the matter of the two lakes be possible? When will Jiang Muyuan return to the capital? Seeing Shou'an today, even if the little girl is still smiling, her expression still shows longing when she talks about her brother.

After preparing pen and ink, Gu Yunjin replied to Jiang Muyuan.

Let's talk about Xilin Hutong first, they moved over after the long house arrived in Beijing, and all the procedures in the yamen were very smooth, which is indispensable for Jiang Muyuan's proper arrangement;

Besides, she has been practicing riding recently, and the riding skills of Shou'an County are not bad, the two made an appointment, and when Gu Yunjin was able to ride a horse and gallop, the two went to the horse farm to play together;

She also said that she had already found an idea to solve the half-game chess game when he left......

After the trivia, there is the story.

At that time, the two scholars broke into the underworld, and the plot progressed excitingly, and the people who read the script in the capital were waiting for the follow-up, and when the next volume came out, she must write to him immediately.

Then, Gu Yunjin picked another story, wrote several pieces of paper, dried them together, put them in an envelope, and sealed them with fire paint.

Nian Xia took it, thinking that she would leave the house tomorrow and send it to Pearl Lane, where Mrs. Jia still lives, and she will hand it over to Tingfeng, which is convenient and stable.

The next day it was a rainy day, and the autumn wind wrapped in the autumn rain, blowing people cold.

In the imperial study, the face of the saint was colder than the autumn wind.

The news of the outbreak of the epidemic in the two lakes had already spread to the capital, and the officials were talking about it, and the court pointed out the country across most of the map, and the supper half of the sage's head was swollen.

After going to the court, he couldn't ignore the affairs of the two lakes, but his energy was limited, so he asked the third prince Sun Rui to serve in the imperial study in the past few days to share his worries.

When King Yong walked in, he saw Sun Rui carrying a red pen to change the fold, and he looked at it twice.

Sun Rui is the son of Concubine Yu and has a mother concubine who favors the harem, Sun Rui acts quite steadily, even if King Yong really doesn't like Concubine Yu's personality, he can't find fault with this nephew for a while.

It's just that there are the eldest son of the emperor and the second son of the emperor above, and it is not entirely appropriate for Sun Rui to approve the excerpts for the saint.

The two in front of them, even if they are not favored, are of good character and are not unbearable people.

King Yong knew that the Holy Lord said nothing, and the Queen Mother probably had spoken there, he shouldn't have taken care of this, but his temper came up and couldn't stop it, so he still opened his mouth and said: "The Third Highness is young, and he can share the worries of the imperial brother, it's not easy." ”

Sun Rui smiled and did not speak.

The saint glanced at King Yong: "You, who is a younger brother, want to be a dashing royal prince, I can't count on you, and I can't let my son help?" ”

King Yong didn't answer this, and came up with an idea in the imperial study, he was willing to be chic for the rest of his life.

The Holy Lord didn't wait for King Yong to speak, and continued to take care of himself: "I am jealous, my son, is better than your son's little bastard, right? ”

Only then did Sun Rui put down his pen, put a book of excerpts about the water situation of the two lakes in front of the saint, and said: "Father, the son is still far behind, although he is a few years older than Ayuan, but it is far inferior to him. This kind of indiscriminate pointing, Erchen can only suppress it and replace it with A-Yuan......"

"How about A-Yuan?" The saint asked.

"Throw these guys who talk on paper into the two lakes together, see the disaster with your own eyes, and then talk about what you have and don't have." Sun Rui smiled as he spoke.

The saint also laughed, stroked his palms and said, "That's a good point, you don't have Ayuan's courage yet." ”

The two fathers and sons laughed, and the imperial study looked lively, and the saint laughed, and asked King Yong, "What are you looking for?" ”