This time, the prefect of Gwangju and the observer envoy stayed overnight in Dou County to accompany the angels who came to the capital.

"Although our Dou County is small, there are a lot of lively." The chef's warm hospitality.

The prefect's observation envoy Angel and other officials had already seen the wine jar and porridge jar in Dou County, and under the leadership of Zhu Tong, they went to the merchant to see the wine jar that could flow like spring water on all sides, as well as the fireworks that were placed like a mountain and the tall stage.

In the past, when there was nothing to do, Mrs. Wu Shao would set off fireworks and sing a big show when she was happy, and she also let a very powerful juggler go up to do tricks, and she ate and drank wine, meat, and so on.

Now that I have been rewarded by the emperor, I really don't know how to celebrate, the master can't imagine it, and I'm looking forward to it, businessmen from all walks of life are also flocking to give An Dezhong a birthday gift Mrs. Wu Shao spent a lot of money, which gave the emperor Xie En really didn't know what to get into her eyes.

But to everyone's surprise, Mrs. Wu did not invite everyone to drink wine and eat meat, nor did she set off fireworks that were not extinguished all night, let alone buy the world's treasures.

"Rebellion is not a good thing, I would rather not have these rewards, I just hope that rebellion never happens." Li Minglou explained to the main book, "Your Majesty has just gone through a great calamity, and these things really can't be celebrated." ”

The master bookkeeper was suddenly ashamed again: "The young lady is thoughtful. ”

Of course, Li Minglou is thoughtful, now that she has the holy decree, her identity is beyond doubt, she has been recognized by the imperial court, and she has a husband who has just soared, whether it is in Dou County or Huainan Road, no one will stop her from doing things, at least this section will not, she doesn't need to rely on money to open the way.

Money to spend meaningfully.

"I'm not a scrimson." After sending away the master book, Li Minglou continued to play games with the blind woman and said to Yuan Ji.

Kumquat who was standing on the side smiled, watching Li Minglou hold the small jade hook in the palm of his hand, even the small hook used to play games is a good jade, Miss is really a person who doesn't spend money casually.

"Ma'am, you should guess." She reminded.

The blind woman held the hand that Li Minglou had just held, and smiled gently: "Here." ”

Kumquat stamped her foot in annoyance: "Madame guessed right again." Lifting the pen to look at the mirror, in the mirror there were several drawings on her face, which was very funny, but this time she didn't have to draw on her own face, "Miss, I'm going to paint it for you." ”

Li Minglou smiled and raised his head slightly, lifted the corner of the mask, revealing a piece of white and greasy skin on his chin, the kumquat had not yet lifted the pen, the woman reached out and dipped it on the inkstone on the table, she was blind and couldn't see it, it was about to fall on the mask, Li Minglou greeted it, and let her fingers fall on her face.

A little black ink on the white and greasy skin, shiny.

Kumquat laughed, and the woman smiled gently even though she couldn't see it.

This scene was quickly recorded by the painter on the side, and then packed together with the previous painting, and Jiang Ming once again led ten servants to follow the eunuchs who came to announce the decree to the capital.

"Brother Jiang!"

Before they reached the city gate, the long-waiting soldier laughed and greeted him.

Jiang Ming jumped down without waiting for the horse to stop, hugged the military man, patted his shoulder and laughed: "If you don't see each other for a day, how many autumns have we been apart?" ”

"I'm looking forward to you not only as well, but also for adults." The soldier took his hand and said, "Let's go, go home quickly." ”

A group of people galloped towards the city in astonishment from the people on the side of the road.

The soldiers in front are like wolves and tigers, pedestrians have to dodge, the gate of the capital is now guarded by soldiers, strictly check the crowd in and out, but when they see this group of soldiers and horses coming, not only do not come forward to drink, but disperse the crowded people.

Jun Han took Jiang Ming and his people to gallop through the city gate, listening to the discussion behind him.

"Who is this?"

"They didn't even check the guards at the city gates."

"Roche?"

"Luo can't do it now, this is a martial general."

"People came in with a knife and broke through the city gate, who would dare to stop them?"

There were sneers, sarcasms and disdain in the crowd, and Zhonghou didn't care about a few words, and slipped in while the guards hadn't started to check yet.

Wu Ya'er didn't care about the discussion outside, and let him rest after seeing Jiang Ming's greetings, and his own military men accompanied him to entertain with hot wine and hot food, while Wu Ya'er looked at the two large paintings hanging in the hall.

The painting is life-size and lifelike, and Lao Hu, who just entered the door, was startled.

"I thought a real person was sitting." He shouted, surprised and curious, and poked the picture with thick fingers, "Why is it so similar, there is a gourd on this table?" What's on top of the gourd? Grasshoppers? There are even gnats in the winter? ”

His shouting filled the room, and he was grabbed and pulled away by the person next to him: "Don't poke the painting with your hand." ”

Lao Hu stood up straight and was surprised: "It turns out that my aunt also plays every day, what is this playing?" Draw on your face? ”

The girl next to her was holding a pen, and her face was drawn horizontally and vertically, and this young lady Wu covered her face, but the corner that was exposed was pointed out by the blind woman.

Wu Ya'er said: "Hide the hook." ”

What is a Tibetan hook? Lao Hu was puzzled, Wu Ya'er didn't explain again, his eyes lingered on the picture, watching his mother watch the reward, watching his mother try on jewelry, watching his mother play and laugh, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"This young lady Wu really has a heart." The man next to him said, "Raven, it looks like they're desperate to work with us. ”

Wu Ya'er nodded.

"In that case, Crow, you can also express your sincerity." Another man said.

Isn't sincerity already expressed? Isn't the Divine Decree Enough?

The man smiled: "I don't understand this when I see that you are not married." He lifted his chin at the painting, "Sincerity is sometimes more about the little things." ”

Wu Ya'er frowned: "For example? ”

"Like writing letters home." The man laughed.

Before Wu Ya'er could speak, Lao Hu shouted: "I don't know if she is a human or a ghost, what family letter to write, and how to write it!" ”

"Isn't that just to convince her now, that the crow believes that she is a finch and his fiancée?" The man explained, "Of course, you can write to the finch how you want to write it." ”

In this way, Wu Ya'er did not object, and thought silently.

The married man knew what the young man was thinking, and smiled: "It's very simple, just say some inconsequential daily trivialities, what kind of food you eat, what scenery you see, what new things in the court, the more verbose the better." ”

The other men all laughed: "Jia San, this is how you fooled your daughter-in-law?" ”

Wu Ya'er looked at the wide long scroll again, the blind woman did not look at him, she sat and laughed and enjoyed it intently, no matter when, her eyes always fell on the woman who was wrapped in a robe and mask.

She can make her mother trust and rely on her like this.....

Since she has sincerity, then he also has sincerity, in the future when she dies, he will raise her soldiers for her, guard her territory, retain her identity as a young lady of martial arts, and let her be as beautiful before and after her death.

Wu Ya'er walked to the table and sat down, and picked up the pen: "Jia San, you said I wrote." ”

......

......

Li Minglou looked at the letter on the table with some surprise.

"What is this?" She asked.

Miss rarely has something she doesn't know, and Kumquat smiled busily: "This is a letter from my uncle." ”

Yuan Ji glanced at her, Kumquat stuck out his tongue and walked away with a grin, Li Minglou also smiled, of course she heard what Jiang Ming said when he handed over the letter, but, uncle, family letter......

Unexpectedly, there was no Xiang Nan in this life, and she could still receive a letter from her uncle.

Li Minglou opened the letter and looked at it, and laughed even more: "Doesn't he really treat me as a finch?" ”

Hand the letter to Motoyoshi.

Yuan Ji answered the question from another angle: "It's Wu Ya'er's notes, and Jiang Ming saw the daily documents on his desk. Then he looked down at the content of the letter, and smiled unconsciously, "Maybe it's to make you believe that he believes that you are a finch." ”

Although this is a tongue-twisting statement, everyone understands the truth.

Li Minglou put his hand on his head: "Do I look stupid?" ”

Yuan Ji said: "If you want others to believe in yourself, you must first believe it." He returned the letter to Li Minglou and added, "It's very well written." ”

"Uncle Yuanji, you talk a little too much today." Li Minglou pinched the letter with two fingers and shook it, "Then I, as a wife, will reply to him." ”

Yuan Ji said: "It's the same for Miss to let people write." ”

Li Minglou looked at the letter in his hand, in order to make others believe that he believed in this kind of thing first, Xiang Nan had also done it, thinking that those letters in his previous life were similar to this content, he felt trivial and cordial at the time, but now he looks at the emptiness and paleness, those contents are applicable to any recipient, huh......

This is not very suitable, the letter written by Xiang Nan in that life finally has the right person and time, and it is not a waste that she still remembers a lot of content.

Li Minglou put down the letter and sat up straight: "I wrote it myself." He smiled at Yuan Ji, "Uncle Yuan Ji, you can see if I write well in a while." ”

Like a child, Yuan Ji smiled again, his eyes softened a little, the eldest lady has not had a playmate since she was a child, and it is good for this Wu Ya'er to be a playmate.

He was studying ink on the side, watching Li Minglou give the letter to Kumquat and let him read it to the blind woman, read the letter there, write the letter here, the cold spring came, the room was a little brighter than before, and people's mood was also brighter.

The cold of February faded, but the wind still blew cold.

Xiang Nan, who was wrapped in a cloak, sneezed, raised his hand and rubbed his nose.

"Xiang Nan, your daughter-in-law misses you again." The companion behind him asked with a smile.

Xiang Nan went home and became a parent, and his companions in the barracks knew that the groom always had to be laughed at when he returned.

Xiang Nan looked back at them and smiled but didn't speak.

"You too, what are you doing in a hurry to come back? Didn't Master Jiang give you a three-month vacation? ”

"You see you're back and you're out the door."

"On such a cold day, it is so far to go to Fanyang, where is it better than holding your daughter-in-law at home."

Companions followed up with jokes and complaints.

Xiang Nan just listened with a smile, did not shy avoid or stop these vulgar laughter, and looked behind his companions, there were more soldiers and horses behind him, as well as two carriages.

"The adults in the carriage are certainly not cold." There are companions muttering.

Xiang Nan said: "It's not comfortable to ride in a carriage. ”

Even if the cushion in the carriage is thick and soft, the long road from the capital to Fanyang will not be enjoyable.

"Your Majesty has already ordered the twelve guards to return to their original places, why do you have to send someone to Fanyang to make a special trip." A soldier whispered.

"You don't understand this, Governor An is different in the eyes of His Majesty." A soldier smiled and said, "Of course, such a big thing should be told to him separately." ”

It is a fact that Ankang Mountain is favored, and once I heard that Ankang Mountain was sick, and the emperor and the concubine sent a messenger to greet it.

But in fact, this time it was not, Xiang Nan was listening on the sidelines, and his boss Jiang had already told him before he came, first of all, this matter was not the emperor's intention, but Cui Zheng Cui Xiangye, and secondly, it was not to talk about the retreat of the troops and return to the original place, but to invite Ankang Mountain to Beijing.

There were four officials in the carriage behind, two of whom accompanied Ankangshan to Beijing, and two who went to Fanyang to replace Ankangshan as the envoy of the festival.

"Now that the dark tide is surging, that Wu Crow is hoarding heavy troops in the capital, and Cui Xiangye only trusts us." Master Jiang told him, "You lead the troops this time, part of them escort Ankang Mountain back to Beijing, and part of them escort the two adults to Fanyang, which is also the Longtan Tiger's Den." ”

The officials of the imperial court disagreed, but for these officials, the movement of Fan Yang was very frightening, although since the implementation of the Jiedu Envoy, the guards in various places have basically been in the hands of the Jiedu Envoy, but the degree of private soldiers is different, the most unfathomable one is Fan Yang Ankang Mountain, who relies on the emperor's favor, and the other is the Jiannan Road where the Tiangao Emperor is far away from Shu.

Speaking of Jiannan Dao, Lord Jiang also made a few jokes about Xiang Nan.

"Although everyone laughs at your brother-in-law for being a doll's envoy, Jiannan Dao really has the means to raise soldiers." He also sincerely advised, "If you can learn one or two, you will definitely benefit, you are smart and clever and have a good kung fu, and you will have a bright future in the future." ”

Does everyone think that climbing the South of the Sword Road has a bright future? Is there nothing to accomplish without Jiannan Dao? Xiang Nan laughed at himself, originally Lord Jiang's arrangement was for him to escort Ankang Mountain into Beijing, but he took the initiative to escort the adults of the imperial court to Fanyang.

Fan Yang is the Longtan Tiger's Den, what if he breaks through?

"Ahh Master Jiang was surprised.

I heard that the immortals are general, of course, more importantly, she is the eldest lady of Jiannan Dao.

"Now that the world is unstable and Your Majesty is in danger, it is the time when I can wait for soldiers and horses." Xiang Nandao, "Don't dare to live up to the emperor's grace." ”

Being the son-in-law of Jiannan Dao is really different, Lord Jiang agreed to his request with a smile.

"Commander Xiang, ahead is the garrison of Fan Yangbing." A scout galloped over, bringing new news to interrupt Xiang Nan's distraction.

Xiang Nan raised his hand and made a few gestures, and the soldiers who were originally joking immediately regained their solemnity, tidied up the queue, and informed the adults in the carriage that a group of soldiers and horses were like a long dragon moving forward, and when they crossed the hill, they saw a camp standing on the frozen ground.

Xiang Nan stood on the top of the hill and overlooked.

"Fan Yang really has a lot of soldiers and horses." He muttered to himself.

The camp flags were unfurled, the soldiers and horses galloped out, a cart was pulled slowly by twenty strong servants, and a mountain of meat got off without waiting to stop.

The stout attendants on both sides couldn't support him, and Roshan fell to the ground, scattering his clothes and hair and sideburns, and he was very embarrassed.

"Adults, you're finally here." An Kangshan sat on the ground and ignored his appearance, crying loudly, "What happened to my majesty and godmother?" The son's heart is about to die of pain. ”