Luo Lin was caught off guard and heard him say something suddenly, and the face of the ice cube, which had always been immobile in the eight winds, was finally stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said, "No, Childe, now it is possible to confront the Beidi army head-on at any time, and at this time, your subordinates can't leave your side if they say anything." ”

Yan Chong ignored him, and after entering the tent, he put the pocket in his hand aside, strode to the table in the middle of the tent, and laid out the paper and ink by himself. When Luo Lin said that, he didn't raise his head, he just took a pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a letter with a brush, all in one go, without even a pause in the middle, presumably on the way here, he had already considered it.

After writing the letter, he bowed his head and blew it, and when the ink was dry, he folded the letter, took the red wax, baked the wax himself, and loaded the letter, that is, he said, "You take this letter back to Beijing to find Shao Qian, what to do, you look at it, there is only a little ......."

"Childe!" Luo Lin raised his voice and shouted.

He said that at this time, he can't leave, why does Childe still insist on going his own way? What happened to the big thing, Gongzi had to let him leave and return to Beijing at this time?

"She didn't write that letter just now." The red wax had melted, Yan Chong's movements were slightly paused, and he said in a deep voice after all.

Luo Lin froze, as if he was a little incredulous, but Yan Chong raised his eyes, his eyes were gloomy, but he looked at him fixedly, "It should be said that since the previous letter, it didn't come from her hand." ”

Although, the imitation is very similar, whether it is the handwriting or the tone, it is very similar to her. Even like her previous letters, she wrote about trivial matters at home.

Moreover, it is also sent from a special channel for book transmission, which is very safe and credible.

However, he just knew it wasn't her. Because, no one knows, she can also write a handwriting that he is accustomed to, almost identical, difficult to distinguish the authenticity.

It's her little fun! He found out the first time she wrote back to him.

Using a pigment that is almost the same color as the eye color of the paper, she would write his words "晙时" in the upper left corner, and then in the lower right corner her small characters "绾绾". You have to look through the sunlight to discern it.

However, since the last letter, there has been none.

Of course, it would be too arbitrary to conclude that she was not the one who wrote the letter.

However, there was no way for him not to worry.

These days, he is inexplicably restless and restless, although there is no basis for it, but he just knows that something happened to her.

Luo Lin's face was stunned, and he fell silent.

Who "she" is in Childe's mouth, he naturally knows it.

So, he fell silent.

Although at this time, he still shouldn't leave Childe's side, but he knows that no matter what, he has to go. Because, no one knows better than him what kind of position Madame holds in Childe's heart.

Gongzi asked him to return to Fengjing City at this time, entrusting everything he cherished the most in his hands.

This is absolute trust and wholehearted entrustment.

Yan Chong looked at Luo Lin silently and lowered his eyes, sighed lightly, poured the red wax on the seal of the envelope, and took out the seal to cover it, then handed the letter to Luo Lin and said, "I don't know what happened in Fengjing City, but since they want to do everything possible to hide it from me, it must not be a trivial matter." When you go back this time and find Shao Qian, the people next to you can't believe it, you must find out for me in person what happened. The only thing I can trust is you, and the only thing I want to entrust is only one thing. No matter what happens, all I want is the safety of their mother and son, Luo Lin, do you understand? ”

Yan Chong's eyes were deep and gloomy, and he looked at Luo Lin deeply, as if he wanted to look all the way into his heart.

This sentence was said indifferently, but it fell on Luo Lin's ears, but every word weighed more than a thousand catties.

Luo Lin knew that if he could, Gongzi was afraid that he would have to leave all this behind and go back in person. But he couldn't.

In front of him is the iron hooves and butcher's knives of the 80,000 Beidi army, and behind him are 100,000 border soldiers and civilians, and the splendid rivers and mountains of Daliang. He couldn't take a step back.

Luo Lin calmed down his eyes, suddenly, took a step back, knelt down on one knee, and the armor made a muffled sound, as if it was ringing on the hearts of the two at the same time, but Luo Lin had already raised his hands and lowered his head, "Don't worry, childe." Luo Lin is here, Mrs. Dinghu and the little boy are thoughtful, and the gods and Buddhas are unstoppable. ”

Yan Chong let out a long breath, put the letter in his hand into his flat palm, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you." ”

Before dawn in the early morning, as soon as I rode the dust, I stepped on the yellow sand of Ningyang Pass all the way to the east, stepping through the morning light.

Yan Chong stood on top of the city tower, the extreme tuyere, looking at it with extreme eyes, until the ride completely disappeared at the end of the sight.

He retracted his gaze, and his gaze turned to a firm and said, "Order five thousand soldiers, follow me out of the customs, go west to Chixia Valley, and take the Suomu sacrifice flag." ”

Speaking of this, he pulled the corners of his mouth, as if he was smiling, but his eyes were cold, "Hu Luzang has been hiding for so long, it should come out." ”

As soon as the handsome order came out, no one dared to object, and it was a quiet morning in Ningyang Pass, but it brought a fierce wind of slaughter.

In Fengjing City, which is thousands of miles away from Ningyang Pass, it is still a group of autumn and beautiful appearance, September 9, Double Ninth Festival, appreciating chrysanthemums and eating crabs.

In Fengjing City, it was not affected by the border war at all, and it was still peaceful and peaceful.

After the ascending banquet, Emperor Yonghe returned to the Zichen Palace.

Empress Zheng also felt unwell, and then left the scene, leaving the rest of the matter in the hands of the crown princess.

As soon as Empress Zheng arrived at the Zichen Palace, she heard the sound of broken porcelain in the hall.

She paused for a moment before stepping into the hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, he first saw Xiao Jiang who was kneeling on the ground and trembling, and there was the porcelain beside him, which was broken to the ground, and there was also a light and visible floor spinning, although it was missing, but it was still the luckier among those porcelain, barely complete medicine bowls, only the brown medicinal soup was spilled on the ground.

When Empress Zheng saw it, she shook her head, looked up at Emperor Yonghe, who was sitting on the chair with her hands on her forehead, her thick eyebrows furrowed, sighed softly, stepped forward, and waved her hand gently.

Xiao Jiang was pardoned, breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly bowed and retreated. Since his master left the palace to recuperate, he let him temporarily replace his master's position, although there is more power, but this day may not be easy, the higher the position, the more responsibilities, the more he walks on thin ice.

Empress Zheng stepped forward, hesitated for a moment, and finally raised her hand and gently rubbed the forehead of Emperor Yonghe.

Emperor Yonghe stiffened at first, but after a while, although he didn't open his eyes, his tense body slowly relaxed.

Empress Zheng pressed it and said softly, "Your Majesty, Elder Zhuang has confessed, and he is so angry that he hurts his liver, you should take care of yourself now, why should you be angry?" ”