Since Li Minglou said that Li Minghua would deal with it himself, he did not prevent Li Mingqi and Li Fengjing from returning to Jiangling Mansion, and now that Li Minghua has disposed of it, she will not stop it.

"How do you explain to Prince Mingyu?" Yuan Ji asked, after all, to explain to the Li family, Yu Gongzi didn't know that the eldest lady was missing.

Li Minglou smiled: "Uncle Yuanji, let Mingyu not have to pretend, the people of the Li family know everything except for what they don't want to know." ”

Motoyoshi smiled.

Yes, the eldest lady disappeared suddenly, silently for more than three years, even if Li Mingyu was a child three years ago, now he is not now, it is impossible to be unaware of this matter and not care about it.

"Xiang Yun thinks we're hiding." "Naturally, my family thinks the same way. ”

It's a human being when it's hidden, not Miss Li's name, and it has no impact on everyone's interests, and everyone is naturally willing to pretend that they don't know.

"Write a letter to Mingyu and say it." Li Minglou said, "Let him...."

Yuan Ji waited for her instructions, but Li Minglou smiled at him.

"Let him take care of it." She said.

Mingyu is not a child anymore, and she is not omnipotent, and she can't always arrange for him to do things.

Yuanji understood what she meant and nodded: "I see." ”

Li Minglou put down the affairs at home and asked how the capital was doing.

"The remnants of the rebels in the capital are almost cleared, and there are spies who have been bought by the rebels, we are trying to buy them first." Yuan Ji said, "An Shouzhong of Taiyuan Mansion has already joined Ankang Mountain, and Huainan Province has moved his troops to the southeast road because of Xiang Nan's insistence. ”

In other words, the capital is safe for the time being.

"Take Mrs. Wu and Kumquat and them." Li Minglou said, a smile on his face, "Before the autumn, let their mother and son meet above." ”

It's not easy, it's been more than three years since I picked up my mother, and I haven't seen it yet.

However, it's better than never seeing each other.

Li Minglou was full of interest: "I'll write a letter to him...."

Yuan Ji hurriedly stopped: "It's not too late to write when I pick it up, I don't know the situation over there, and the time of the journey from Dou County to the capital is uncertain, so I should wait for Mrs. Wu to come, and then tell him, let him carefully arrange the affairs of Hebei Province, and he can also stay longer." ”

Li Minglou pinched the pen and sighed: "Uncle Yuanji, you are right. But the next moment he was in high spirits again, "Then I'll ask him what he's doing now." ”

Yuan Ji was even more puzzled: "Didn't you just write it?" ”

Wu Ya'er came, left, and just left, Li Minglou asked the letter soldier to ask once, and then wrote another letter.

I haven't replied to that letter yet!

Li Minglou sat upright: "I haven't replied for so long, is there something going on in Hebei Province?" I'll ask first, if there is really something, how to arrange Mrs. Wu's affairs appropriately, lest he come in a hurry and can't get out. ”

In this way, of course Yuanji believes what Miss said, but he doesn't think it's necessary......

What can happen in Hebei Province?

Ankang Mountain ran, Shi Chao also ran, and they galloped in Hebei Province.

......

......

The scorching sun scorched the earth, and the galloping soldiers and horses beat on the ground, and the dust and smoke rose.

The guards in front of the barracks stood solemnly, but there was no solemnity inside, groups of guards crowded outside the camp tents, you push me, I push you, you step on me, I press your shoulders, and shouts and laughter continue to sound.

"Who's next?"

"Don't squeeze, we're here first!"

"Where did you steal this new dress?"

"Who lent me two knives?"

"You kid, do you want to hang all your weapons?"

The new soldiers and horses jumped off their horses and looked happy: "Is there really a painter here?" "Did the Governor really summon a painter to paint us and send us a letter home?"

A soldier who was running over there wearing a robe and wearing a military hat in the summer heard it and replied proudly: "Of course it's true, I've found a lot of painters, and each battalion sends one, and there is also a letter writer, but now there are many portraits, and the portraits are also very slow, and it takes a long time to queue." ”

Ordinary soldiers and their families were almost illiterate, and in the past, they had to find colleagues who could write letters to their families, and their families had to find literate people to read them.

It's so hard to write a letter to your family.

Now the governor has found a painter and asked everyone to send portraits to their families, and the family letters are still written, but with portraits, they are very different from before.

You can't see your relatives through the words, but you can see them through the portraits.

Especially now in these troubled times.

They haven't sent a letter for almost a year or two......

The commotion outside a tent suddenly fell silent, and there were cries from inside.....

"Sir, I want my mother to see me, and I don't want my mother to see that I have lost an arm....."

The cry was hoarse, and the voice could still be heard as young.

There were a lot of soldiers queuing up outside the camp tent, but there were no disabled soldiers, everyone tried their best to dress themselves up brightly, embarrassed and disabled, where did they dare to let their families see it.......

But in this troubled era, how can it be glamorous.

There was silence outside the tent, and many people raised their sleeves to wipe their tears, and the painter's old voice came from inside: "Don't cry, don't cry, you stand sideways, holding the gun with this hand, I draw you, I can't see that you hurt your arm." ”

The cry in the tent paused: "Is this so? Can't you see it? ”

"I won't lie and deceive your family, just cover it up, this sad thing is still waiting for the reunion, you tell them personally, now that everyone is still alive, they will all be happy."

The tent was crying louder, but the voice became joyful: "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir." ”

There was a commotion outside the camp tent, some people cried, and some people wiped their tears and pushed their companions around: "Go quickly, call Zhao Cheng and them, if you hurt your arm or leg, you can draw, don't hide." ”

The companion wiped away his tears and ran away.

Running past the group of soldiers on this side, their eyes were red when they heard the previous conversation, and the well-dressed soldier did not rush forward in any hurry.

He said: "The governor brought a painter for everyone, saying that it was because of Mrs. Chu Guo. ”

The soldiers next to him all looked over, Mrs. Chu?

"The Governor and Mrs. Chu and her mother were separated and couldn't see each other, in order to let the Governor and Mrs. Chu ease their worries, Mrs. Chu found a painter and often sent various portraits of Mrs. Wu to the Governor......"

"The governor thought that he could have a portrait of his mother, and he wanted to let the mothers of all the soldiers be comforted by lovesickness."

"The governor said that the son misses his mother less than one-tenth of his mother's thoughts....."

As he spoke, he covered his face and cried, and ran to the tent with his head in his hands.

"My mother must be trying to kill me."

This group of soldiers, you look at me, I look at you, the general took a deep breath, stood up straight and said: "All cheer up, put on your best, go to the portrait, and send a letter to my father and mother!" ”

The soldiers shouted in unison.

The military camp was noisy, but in the yamen in Xiangzhou City, it was very quiet.

Wu Ya'er was wearing a homely robe, sitting in front of the desk, looking at the people in the room a little helplessly: "The painters have been given to you, why did you come to me?" ”

Liang Zhen was wearing the robes of the Metropolitan Governor, his hair and beard were neatly groomed, and he laughed: "Let's take a look, let's take a look." ”

He sat down beside Wu Ya'er, put on a sitting posture, and felt dissatisfied, so he asked his entourage to take the long knife and hold it in his hand: "This is more energetic, right?" Then he looked at the painter standing in the hall, "You draw the crow, and you draw me a little." Saying hehe, he smiled, "Let me, my nephew and daughter-in-law, also meet me, a big matchmaker." ”

Wang Li stood behind Wu Ya'er, straightened his back, raised his shoulders, and made his chest and back look majestic: "Crow, are you too casual in this dress?" ”

A man stood up and slapped the armor on his body: "Do you want to try me this?" Looking sideways at the artist, "Why don't you use your pen?" It's not that you have seen the portraits sent by Mrs. Chu Guo, the paintings are all daily scenes, and now we can draw them when we talk here. ”

Before the painter could speak, a man appeared in front of him, holding a portrait: "Have you forgotten?" I'll hold it up for you here, and you can do it according to this....." He looked down at the painting in front of him, and then pointed out, "You can just draw me as the person watching at that time, and you don't need to be too detailed." ”

The painter looked at the room full of people crying and laughing.

Wu Ya'er, who was sitting in the middle, smiled.

Mrs. Chu wrote a letter not long after he left, asking him what was the matter with coming to the capital, and if it was not good to say it in public, she would tell her secretly.

He never replied because he didn't know what to say, he just wanted to see her and sit next to her.

So he thought, draw a portrait of her and send it.

When the portrait is sent, she can see herself often, and she can be regarded as seeing her often.

Now that Hebei Province is stable, the people who are hiding have run out, Wu Ya'er searched around, found a lot of people who can paint, and simply sent them to the Zhenwu Army, so that everyone can paint portraits and send them to the people they are worried about.

He originally wanted to paint one alone, but now, since everyone wants to paint with him and want to be seen by Mrs. Chu Guo, Wu Ya'er nodded to the painter and drew it all.

She is a treasure in the world, and he is so happy to be liked by the people around him and by more people.