The lights in the room are bright, illuminating the figures, and the Wu Ya'er who is sitting behind a few cases is coiled.

"Write a letter to Mrs. Chu?" A man sat across from him and advised, "I'll just write it." ”

Wu Ya'er got up inside, and the people outside soon heard it, and everyone rushed in happily, but saw Wu Ya'er not drinking water, not taking medicine, not eating, not combing her hair, and sitting in front of the table to write letters.

"What's the hurry?"

"The Great Seal? The effort of a meal makes no difference. ”

"Actually, it doesn't matter if Mrs. Chu doesn't have a big seal, what she says in Huainan Province is what she says."

Everyone was persuading, and Wu Ya'er accompanied their persuasion to write a letter, and when they saw that the persuasion did not work, someone offered to write a letter on their behalf.

It used to be like this, and he wrote the letters to his family at the beginning.

"No need, old Jia." Wu Ya'er said, "It's written." ”

He looked at the letter, only wrote a few words, returned to Xiangzhou safely, took Weizhou, and lifted Ankang Mountain's exploitation.

Maybe there are more things to say, I saw her in Huainan Road for a short time, because I was in a hurry to come back, I only told her a few words, and many things were not explained in detail.

In detail, I'm afraid that I can't write it on a piece of paper, so let's report her safety first, so as not to worry about her......

In terms of cooperative transactions, if something happens to him, it will not be a good thing for Huainan Province.

I'll write the rest tomorrow.

Wu Ya'er put the letter and the big seal away, and ordered, "Send it." ”

Seeing that he put down the pen, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and while responding, they urged: "Take medicine quickly." "Eat quickly." "Drink water."

Wu Ya'er didn't take medicine, didn't eat or drink water, and continued to order: "Regain Weizhou and report to Linzhou." ”

In this way, Liang Zhen recovered Fanyang, Wu Ya'er recovered Weizhou, and Mrs. Chu Guo killed Ankang Shanyizi, and the tripartite victory was enough for His Majesty and the court to have a good year.

"Those denigrations that the crows don't go back don't matter anymore."

"New grain, grass, and horses will also be delivered."

"With this battle, we can also have a good winter, a good year."

There was laughter and laughter in the hall, and the good news to the imperial court did not need to be written by Wu Ya'er himself, a man took the pen and paper, accompanied by this laughter, Wu Ya'er drank hot water, and the doctors also came in, and checked the wound for Wu Ya'er to change dressing and bandage.

"This is my porridge." Xiao Wan, who rarely spoke, took the initiative to speak, "I added herbs, ate it to strengthen my body, and the wound healed quickly." ”

A man next to him smiled and quipped, "The little bowl boy also cares about the governor." ”

Unlike other sons, Xiaowan rarely comes to Wu Ya'er, and rarely gets as close to Wu Ya'er as other sons.

The small bowl did not speak.

That's because Wu Ya'er saved Miss Li, and Miss Li almost died this time, if Wu Ya'er hadn't arrived in time.

Miss Li is his life-saving benefactor, and the person who saved Miss Li is also his benefactor.

Some people are also curious, "Can Xiaowan still make medicinal food?" "I will ask if I want to."

What is common to everyone is that the small bowl treats the belly and intestines of the battle, the knife splits the bones and arrows into the flesh, and the means are only external medicine to external injuries, stop bleeding, sew the skin and flesh, and the rest of the medicine is made by other doctors.

Xiaowan still didn't speak, and concentrated on pouring out the medicinal porridge.

If it weren't for him before, most of the chickens, ducks, rabbits and dogs that were tossed by his father would not have survived to be sold.

No matter what the men said and laughed at, or whether the small bowl didn't speak, Wu Ya'er took the medicinal porridge and ate it spoonful by spoonful.

The important things were explained, the stomach was full, everyone dispersed, Wu Ya'er lay back on the bed, felt the pain in her body, shook her hand, and there was no longer the seal of Mrs. Chu in her hand, the seal and the letter were sent out, and she could sleep with confidence.

But he rolled over and sat up again, pulling the box out from under the bed.

There is a stack of scrolls in the box, which is a portrait sent by Mrs. Chu Guo in the past, and the painting mainly depicts his mother's daily life, and Mrs. Chu Guo will also appear.

At the beginning, the black clothes covered her whole body, and later she put on a white dress, and no longer covered her head and face, but either in the corner or by the rockery and the eaves were covered by flowers and willow leaves, as in the fog and in the clouds.

The scroll spread out on the bed, and the person on it became even more dim in the dim light.

The painting couldn't be seen clearly, standing in front of her and hugging her arms, she didn't even see it clearly, Wu Ya'er recalled that scene again, her warm body, soft clothes, and pleasant voice were all real, but her face couldn't remember, he felt that it was a little funny.....

It is said that she is as beautiful as a fairy, shouldn't she never forget when she sees an immortal? What would she think if she knew she hadn't even seen her face clearly? Surprised? Angry? Still, laugh.....

Wu Ya'er sat on the bed and smiled, laughed for a moment and got up and came to the table again, turned on the lamp, spread out the letter paper and carried the pen, and thought about all the things that he wanted to say in his heart, but the words on the paper were ......

"I didn't see your face."

......

......

There were many people who did not sleep in the night, the vigilant sentinels, the galloping letter soldiers, the patrolling guards, the crying children, and the adults who fell asleep and woke up.....

The lights in the room had not yet been lit, and Chen Er's face could not be seen clearly, Xiang Nan accurately took the letter in his hand and swept it with ten lines.

"I see." He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and seemed to lift a sigh of relief, "It is so dangerous to kill An Shouzhong. ”

The good news of Huainan Province has spread, but the specific details are isolated in Huainan Province, Xiang Nan of course did not believe what the good news said, An Shouzhong fled to Huainan Province, and then was killed by Mrs. Chu State.

An Shouzhong will flee to Huainan Road when he is crazy......

An Shouzhong is indeed a madman, but he is a fierce and terrifying maniac, and the detailed information that Xiang Nan asked the letter soldiers to inquire about confirmed this.

The woman almost died at the hands of this madman.

The descriptions on the letter paper are terrifying, and you can imagine the danger of those two days and two nights.

The firelight jumped, Chen Er lit two more lamps, leaned over to read the letter, and sighed twice: "It turns out that Fan Yang's victory was exchanged for this, Ankang Mountain really values Mrs. Chu Guo, and Mrs. Chu's head is worthy of a Fan Yang City." ”

He reached out and touched Xiang Nan's head.

"Master, you have to work your head."

Xiang Nan stretched out his hand and pinched his head and turned: "Grinding ink." ”

The young man's strength was much greater, and Chen Er was pushed to the table.

"What are you doing in the middle of the night! Do you want to recite poetry right? He was disgruntled.

Xiang Nan said: "I want to write a letter. ”

Chen Er snorted: "Are you finally going to write a letter to your wife?" Rumors about you and Mrs. Chu have spread among your wife's soldiers, and although your wife has never said anything or written a letter, don't think she doesn't know ......"

Xiang Nan glanced at him.

Chen Er spoke first: "I know, this is a trick made by Henan Dao, but the three of them become tigers, and the eyes of the soldiers and horses of Jiannan Dao are not right, maybe they will tie you up and take you back to Taiyuan Mansion one night." ”

Xiang Nan smiled: "Okay, I know, don't be verbose, grind ink." ”

Chen Er pursed his lips and studied the ink, watching the young man in a white robe and underwear brushing his sleeves with one hand and holding a pen in the other hand to dip the ink on the letterhead.

"Mrs. Chu Guo, the momentum of Huainan Dao has been completed, and the danger has also increased, and the difficulty of keeping loyal will definitely appear this time."