In late autumn, the wind has blown in Xiangzhou, and the grass and trees are withered and yellow, but there is no desolation overlooking the land.

On the road, there were people riding horses and chariots to carry the burden, and soldiers with bright armor and tall horses galloping, shaking up dust, and the people on the road did not panic, but retreated to the side, and the soldiers and horses did not go unpunished, and passed through the road that was not spacious and went into the distance.

To each his own way, to each his own thing.

"It's definitely going to be cold this winter." Wang Li sat on the chair recliningly, but his face did not have the anxiety he used to have, and he pinched a handful of fried beans and threw them into his mouth one by one, "Are we going to fight this winter?" ”

Wu Ya'er shook her head: "Not this winter, our grain and grass troops are not enough." ”

Wang Li nodded and said, "Then prepare more." Stretching his hand forward to invite, "These beans are soaked in broth and dried before being fried, they taste so delicious, you can taste them." ”

Wu Ya'er smiled and shook her head: "You eat less." ”

"I don't have much to eat." Wang Li didn't take it back politely, rattled the beans, and pouted at the table, "What's wrong with my aunt?" ”

Wu Ya'er is reading letters, not the documents of the imperial court, the recent documents of the imperial court are not as frequent as before, and there are more and more family letters.

There is a letter every ten days and half a month, is Huainan Road about to end? So idle?

She wrote a letter, of course Wu Ya'er had to reply to the letter, and this back and forth seemed to Wu Ya'er to be very idle.

"Leisure shows that Huainan Road is worry-free." Wu Ya'er laughed and explained, "It's about my mother, she seems to remember to come to see me and ask why she hasn't arrived yet." ”

Wang Li sneered: "What's the use of writing a letter, send my aunt here." ”

Wu Ya'er smiled and didn't speak, Wang Li didn't dwell on this anymore, he also knew in his heart that this was impossible, and the woman relied on Mrs. Wu to hold Wu Ya'er's neck..... The neck she held loosened, and even put gold and silver jewelry on her, but it didn't mean that she let go of her hand.

"She's been writing so diligently lately, and I always feel like there's something wrong." Wang Li said solemnly.

Wu Ya'er clenched the hand holding the letter to prevent him from taking it away, and raised her head to look at him......

Wang Li touched his neck: "Is she going to unload the mill and kill the donkey, and pit us a lot?" ”

Wu Ya'er lowered her head and smiled: "It's not easy for us to kill." ”

A pro-soldier probed from the outside: "Master Li, you are here, the filial son is looking for you outside." ”

Wang Li jumped up: "Then I'll go hide first..... No, I'm going to go out and have a look. ”

Wang Li held the fried beans without touching the ground and left, and the room was quiet again, only the north wind swirled outside the door, and the curtain of the door was stirred up to look.

Wu Ya'er read the letter again, and the letter between them would mention her mother, but she would also talk about other things, talk about the weather, and talk about daily life..... It's like going back to the beginning, the first time they wrote letters home, that's what they did.

However, although the content is the same, it is still different, and the perspective of saying these has become oneself, and it is no longer an empty person.

In this letter, Mrs. Chu even talked about herself deeply, where she came from, and her father.

Of course, I don't mention the origin of my name, but only my father.

“..... My father turned out to be not a background I knew, he was a person who couldn't find a place to come from, and the blood relatives who had been maintained together by the surname they had been using turned out to be not real...."

Wu Ya'er shook her hand, her origin is extraordinary, this is something that has been thought of for a long time, only people with extraordinary origins can hide their identity so tightly, this is not something she can do alone, but based on her father's family business.

Her father must have been extraordinary.

He didn't explore these extraordinary families in Great Xia, which one would be where this woman came from, just sighed lightly, no matter how extraordinary people are, they also have troubles, through the messy handwriting on the letter, you can imagine her shock and sadness when she suddenly learned the news.

She's not that old.

Wu Ya'er stretched out his hand in front of him and pressed his hand to his heart, which was only here...... Delicate and soft.

She said these words to him, a stranger, no matter how prosperous and lively she was, she was also a lonely person in her heart.

Wu Ya'er's hand felt the stuffiness of her heart, took a deep breath, folded the letter and put it in the placket of her chest, and then spread out the letter paper and pen, accompanied by the north wind that lifted the curtain from time to time to peep, and concentrated on writing the letter.

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"Ma'am."

A boy jumped in from the gate leading to the yamen with a letter in his hand and ran to the backyard.

"Letter from the Governor."

Li Minglou, who was watching Kumquat and Mrs. Wu play rope flipping under the corridor in the backyard, stood up with a smile on his face: "Bring it to me." ”

The boy ran over and handed it to her.

"Letter from the Governor." Li Minglou said to Mrs. Wu, "I'll read it first, and I'll tell you what he wrote when I'm done." ”

Mrs. Wu gently groped the colored rope in Kumquat's hand with both hands, picked up two from the intricacies, flipped them dexterously, and nodded with a smile: "Okay." ”

Li Minglou got up with the letter and went in.

Fang Er, who was standing at the gate of the courtyard, said to Jiang Ming: "Look, Miss wrote a letter to him, and he replied immediately." ”

Jiang Ming thought so and nodded with satisfaction: "Miss is even higher." ”

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Li Minglou sat down in front of the window, took out the letter to tear it open and stopped, her expression was a little twisted, she was bored for a while and wrote the letter, and she regretted it a little after the letter was sent, everyone is not familiar with each other, Wu Ya'er will be very embarrassed to see it, there is no way to comfort and ask in detail about this kind of thing, what should he say?

Thinking of this, Li Minglou laughed again, what should he say about what he was worried about, why did she think about it!

The letter was opened and unfolded.

“..... You're right, it doesn't matter where your father comes from, you're still your father's child, bloodline is of course very important to the world, but sometimes, it's meaningless, like me, I don't have a father, I don't know who my father is, but I still grew up to be myself....."

Li Minglou sighed, covered his mouth with his hand, and looked shocked.

Wu Ya'er has no father, I don't know who my father is?!

What does this mean?

Li Minglou looked out the window, and the gray-haired woman under the vines outside the window was blindfolded, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and a flower in her hand, which was the prize for the victory of the rope turn.

Those gouged out eyes are crazy......

Li Minglou retracted his gaze, pressed his face with both hands, and inhaled deeply, looking at the letter on the table, his expression was no longer twisted and uneasy, only stunned.

There are always misfortunes in this world that you can't imagine.

“...... My mother gave birth to me, I raised me, I loved me, I loved myself, I knew what kind of person I wanted to be, what I wanted to do, where I was going, it didn't matter where I came from. ”

Li Minglou nodded, his fingers rubbed on the letter, his father should have thought the same way, and did the same, he knew this secret when he was young, and after looking for it, he didn't treat it as heaven and earth anymore, and his world didn't collapse because of this.

He is Li Bongan, who reads, learns martial arts, and makes meritorious contributions.

Li Minglou folded the letter and put it away, and called Fang Er in through the window.

"Has Mingyu arrived home?" She asked in a low voice,

Li Mingyu sneaked around, slept here for one night, rested for another day, and left the next night, calculating that the time should be to Jiannan Road.

"The news from the carrier pigeon has arrived, and the messenger is still on the way to walk slowly, and it has only been a few days." Fang Er nodded, and asked again, "Does Miss have anything to tell Childe?" ”

Why did Li Mingyu come, except for Yuanji Kumquat who was present at the time, no one else knew, and of course Fang Er would not ask to guess, Miss Ping'an of Gongzi was safe, and if there was a problem, it would be solved.

Li Minglou shook his head with a smile: "No, Mingyu can handle it himself." ”

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Lian Xiaoqiang was lying on the ground, opening his mouth to catch the water droplets falling from the stone wall, and the water droplets landed accurately in his mouth, which made him very happy.

"Don't know what to eat today?" He also asked with interest.

When he was first imprisoned, he was bent on death.

"I'm used to it." Lian Xiaoqiang corrected and reached out to pat her heart, "You come and touch it, my heart is dead." ”

His heart has died three times, once when Lian Xiaojun let Ma Jiang go, once when Lian Xiaojun said that he wanted to come to Jiannan Dao, and this time when Lian Xiaojun told Li Mingyu that his father was not a child of the Li family.

He died on the ground at that time, unlike Lian Xiaojun who walked into the dungeon by himself, he was dragged in by the soldiers.

His heart is dead, and he can't die anymore.

Lian Xiaojun sat on the ground, shining in the dim light of the dungeon.

"I should be able to get out today." He pinched his fingers and calculated, "This little boy has been running around for more than 20 days." ”

Even Xiao Qiang spat at the stone wall: "So, our death date has finally arrived." ”

Lian Xiaojun said: "You are just too pessimistic, don't always die and die, isn't it good to live well?" ”

Lian Xiaoqiang jumped up from the ground: "You still ask me?" I should ask you! Isn't it good to live well? He shrank his hands in front of him and held his heart hard, puffed and knelt down again, "Lian Xiaojun, Lian Xiaojun, I really don't know if you are a person or a ghost....."

With a click, a dazzling light shone overhead, and the faces of the two people in the darkness were as white as ghosts.

"Come out." A teenager's voice fell, "It's time to eat." ”

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Lian Xiaojun sat back in the hall after washing, first looked at the food in front of him, and then looked at the little boy in front of him.

"It seems that Childe has already thought about it." He said, shouting, "Cousin." ”

Li Mingyu sat on the white tiger skin and raised his hand: "Don't shout so close first, it's not necessarily a cousin." ”

Lian Xiaojun smiled gently: "We are relatives, this is determined by blood." ”

Li Mingyu shook his head: "No, no, who are my relatives is determined by me." 2k reading network