Re-sealed the only letter that had not been burned, and Ling Jun called the winter solstice on the first day of the new year.

The winter solstice newlywed Yan'er, he didn't want to send him to do things, but Chu Yi had an injury in his leg, and there was no one around him who could be used.

"You go to Yanjing, ride the fastest horse, and when you come back, I have other things to do, I ask you to do it."

"Go to the Qianguo Mansion, hand it to Mu Rui, and tell him that I got this letter from the British Mansion, and look at the handwriting, it looks like Miss Wang's handwriting."

"He is the eldest son of the Qianguo Mansion, one of the high-profile heirs to the title, this kind of family ugliness, it is better to deal with it as soon as possible."

Handing the resealed letter to the winter solstice, Ling Jun thought for a moment.

Then, reaching out, from the chess basket, he took out two sunspots and handed them to the winter solstice.

"Tell him that when I return to Yanjing, I will go to him to play chess."

"Yes, Third Master."

Dong Solstice put the letter into his clothes, carefully put away the chess pieces, and then agreed to Ling Jun and turned around and went out.

He knew that Ling Jun hoped that he could deliver the letter earlier, so he would return to the town and accompany Lixia, which was not something that he had to do.

But he didn't say it.

Or rather, it doesn't need to be said.

Seeing the winter solstice go out of the house, Liu Qingxin turned his gaze back to Ling Jun.

"You only told Mu Rui like this, can he understand the true meaning of this letter?"

"Also, will he think that you know the scandal of his family and ...... to you?"

These days, listening to Ling Jun say a lot of pickles from famous Yanjing families, Liu Qingxin instinctively, has resistance and jealousy towards these young masters and young ladies from families.

Although, Gu Luochen also said that he could let Ling Jun take this letter to give it away, but is this favor really suitable for such a way to send it?

"Mu Rui can't play chess."

Ling Jun smiled and grabbed a few more sunspots from the chess basket and checked them in his hand.

"Although he is the eldest son, he has not been favored by his father because of his biological mother's relationship."

"And his fourth uncle, Mu Changshi, although he is the fourth in this generation, because his grandmother is my father's aunt, and he has always been valued by my father, and he is the object that Mu Changzuo dare not offend."

Putting a sunspot in his hand into the position representing the Qianguo Mansion, Ling Jun slowly raised his head and looked at Liu Qingxin.

It's a bad move.

Because of the addition of this sunspot, the "qi" of the black chess piece that already had its embryonic form was completely cut off, making it a pool of stagnant water in an instant.

"If you can live, no one will be willing to die."

"Mu Rui is a smart person."

He knew that his father, Mu Changzuo, would persuade the elders of the family to kill him in the name of "covering up his ugliness", so as to clear the obstacles for his younger brother Mu Defeng to inherit the title. ”

"Therefore, he will make this matter an ugly thing that the Qianguo Mansion can't hide."

"Then, while putting Mu Changshi to death, let his father bear a scandal of 'unsuccessful murder', forcing him to take back the paper he had set up before, and let Mu Defeng inherit the letter of the title, and fight for himself a 'possibility'."

Looking up, looking at Liu Qingxin, Ling Jun's smile seemed to have a three-point evil spirit, which attracted people reluctant to look away.

"In order not to let the 'scandal' sit on the ground, Mu Changzuo will not dare to take Mu Rui's life for at least three years."

"For a child of a family, three years is enough to accumulate a lot of strength."

Seeing that Liu Qingxin raised his head, he kept looking at his face, and Ling Jun's mood suddenly improved a little better.

Stretched out his hand, from in front of him, he touched two white seeds in his hand, and put them next to the black one that fell before.

"Mu Rui's mother is in the middle of the family, and someone urgently needs to support him."

"I asked the winter solstice to send him two sunspots and ask him to play chess, in addition to reminding him to look at the second word of each sentence, I am still showing his attitude to him, telling him that I still have a branch for him to perch on, if he agrees, be my shadow, in the future, I will support him, let him stay on the chessboard of Yanjing, and will not be removed."

"How do you know that he will choose you instead of Zhu Lingling?"

Liu Qingxin wrinkled his eyebrows.

is still a little uneasy about Ling Jun's arrangement.

It is a matter of the position of the government, this Mu Rui, as he said, has an embarrassing position.

If Mu Rui, the sunspot, took a step to the left and fell to the position next to the sunspot representing Zhu Lingling, they would no longer be able to stop the expansion of the power of the Qianguo Mansion.

"The winter solstice is my man."

"I asked him to hand over the letter to Mu Rui."

"From the moment Mu Rui took the letter, it was doomed, and he no longer had the possibility of choosing Zhu Lingling."

"Even if he wants to choose, Zhu Lingling won't want it."

Picking up the tea cup in front of him, he wanted to drink some herbal tea to moisten his throat, only to find that it was already empty.

And on the first day of junior high school, the guy who injured his leg, he was ordered by him to carry the previous teapot to discard, and he didn't get a new one back.

Seeing that Lingjun was thirsty and had no herbal tea to drink, Liu smiled lightly and handed him the tea cup that he still had half left.

Liu's light-hearted approach made Ling Jun slightly stunned, and then, the corners of her lips rose, and she happily took the teacup from her hand.

Flipping the teacup half a circle, facing the position where Hao Liu drank lightly, he smiled meaningfully and pressed his lips.

"You disciple!"

Ling Jun's performance made Liu Qingxin blush in an instant, and his cheeks burst red.

Angry, extremely embarrassed, he took his eyes away from his face.

……

Yanjing.

As Lingjun ordered, he went to the mountain outside the city to send a letter to Lao Dao, and after hearing him sigh, people should not disobey the mandate of heaven, and then hurried down the mountain on the fifteenth.

This old way once saved Ling Jun's life, in previous years, Ling Jun would come to give him some flowers during the New Year's Festival, and then play a game of chess with him.

This year, in order to go to Jiangnan to accompany Liu Qingxin during the New Year's Festival, Ling Jun specially came to visit him before the New Year's Festival.

The two of them, as in previous years, played a game of chess.

It's just that this year, they didn't understand the game of chess.

"Ninth uncle, the third master asked me to send you a letter."

Entering Deshui Xuan through the back door, fifteen people who were familiar with the road entered the shopkeeper's bedroom.

The person who was called the ninth uncle by fifteen was holding a book in one hand and a pen in the other, as if he was writing and drawing, when he heard the voice of fifteen, he hurriedly put the pen on the pen mountain and stood up.

"When did you come back?"

"The third master is over there, are you still used to it?"

Walking quickly to meet the fifteenth, Uncle Nine took the letterhead from his hand while talking to him.

Before Ling Jun left Yanjing, he had specially explained to him that someone would send a letter back to inform him of his arrangements.

He waited for several days, but he didn't see Lingjun's letter, so he didn't dare to wait any longer, and began to do it himself as in previous years, preparing the lantern riddles to be used at the Hundred Flowers Banquet.

I never thought that he had just drafted a lantern riddle for a whole day today, and it was only dark this day, and on the fifteenth, he brought him a letter from Ling Jun.

"I just entered the city, and I haven't returned to the palace yet."

"Open the south gate today, I saw that it was close to you, so I came over first."

Fifteen said as she walked over to the table, took a piece of snack from the plate on the table, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"The third master is living comfortably, he and the princess are just ...... Forget it, I won't tell you, when you meet the princess, you will understand! ”

"Believe it, read it quickly, and then reply to the third master."

"I still have a letter on me, I have to send it to the house, and when the house also responds to the letter, I will rush back."

In order to deliver the letter as soon as possible, the fifteenth and all the way did not eat or drink.

Before, on the mountain, he was embarrassed and took something to eat from the old table, but now, when he arrived at Deshui Xuan, his own territory, what else did he have to scruple about?

Most of the snacks were distributed, and after saying this, they all went into the stomach of fifteen, and because they swallowed too fast, they felt a little choked, so they picked up Uncle Jiu's teacup again and poured themselves two cups of half-warm tea.

Uncle Jiu nodded when he heard this, walked quickly to the table, opened the letterhead, and read the content of the letter three times.

"You tell the third master, there have been a lot of things happening here in Yanjing recently."

"If he can come back, he should come back as soon as possible."

"Jiangnan is not our own place after all, and there are many things that we can't do."

Uncle Nine chatted with Fifteen while stuffing the letter into the envelope and pressing the wax seal.

"When have you seen it, the third master listened to the persuasion?"

Listening to what Uncle Nine said, let himself persuade Lingjun to return to Yanjing as soon as possible, Fifteen was a little helpless, and pursed the corners of his lips.

Ling Jun is a very stubborn person.

Few people can change what he decides, even Emperor Longqing.

"Last time, I suffered a loss that didn't listen to persuasion, and I almost lost my life!"

"How can you still be so ......?"

When it comes to Ling Jun's stubbornness, Uncle Nine has no choice.

He shook his head, a little helpless, and sighed.

"You get busy first, Uncle Jiu, I'll go back to the house!"

After receiving the reply, Fifteen no longer bothered to listen to Uncle Nine's nagging, walked quickly to the window, and jumped out.

He has to go back to Jiangnan as soon as possible, there are few people there, and at this time, Chu Yi suffered a leg injury again, and he can only be used as half a person.

Although, there is one, it is said that the shopkeeper of his little master's godfather is here, and the safety should be safe, but the lack of people to assign it is easy to make mistakes after all.

After leaving De Shui Xuan, Fifteen rode around the downtown street and entered the Three Princes' Mansion through the back door.

At the time of the unitary hour, the guards in the courtyard were changing the guard.

Seeing that Fifteen came back, the two waves of people who were changing the guard all rushed to his side and asked him about Lingjun's situation.

The content of the question is also similar to that of Deshui Xuan's shopkeeper, Uncle Jiu.

"I'll deliver the letter first, and I'll talk to you later."

Under the guise of delivering a letter, Fifteen fled.

Most of the guards in this mansion are veterans who have retired from the Northwest Battalion, and they have grown up watching Ling Jun grow up and are from their uncles' generation.

If they are caught, one person asks about Ling Jun's current situation, he is afraid that it will be noon tomorrow, and he will not want to go out of the gate of the Three Princes' Mansion.

Listening to the noise outside, the housekeeper who was writing a letter to Ling Jun hurriedly put down the pen in his hand, folded the letter that had been written in half, and put it into his arms.

What was written on the letter was collected by the dark line in the past two days, and the secret Xin that had just happened in the major families in Yanjing, he originally planned to send it to Lingjun as soon as it was dawn, so that he could make a decision on some things when he was in the south of the Yangtze River, so that he would not make mistakes or omissions due to the blockage of news.

This kind of thing can't fall into the hands of others, otherwise, Ling Jun will be guessed and planned, and he will be in danger.

Last time, Lingjun was attacked in Jiangnan and almost died, just because his whereabouts were leaked to Zhu Lingling.

"Who?"

The housekeeper is also from the Northwest Army, although he is considered half a civilian, but the Northwest Army's tiger and wolf division, how can people be willing to hand over the civilian brisk livelihood to him?

When he touched his waist, he saw the long whip already in his hand.

"I, fifteen."

Knowing that the housekeeper acted cautiously and ruthlessly, Fifteen didn't dare to say hello without saying a word like entering the shopkeeper's bedroom in Deshui Xuan, so he jumped straight in through the window.

He obediently walked to the door of the housekeeper's room, stood still, and told him his name and intention, "The third master asked me to send a letter back." ”

Hearing that the person was fifteen, he was ordered by Lingjun to deliver a letter to himself, and the housekeeper hurriedly collected the whip in his hand and walked quickly to the door.

"In the past two days, a lot of things have happened here in Yanjing, and I am thinking about it, so I will set off early in the morning and send the news to the third master."

He opened the door and welcomed Fifteen into the bedroom, and the butler closed the door with his backhand as he spoke to him.

"The third master is over there, are you still satisfied?"

"When you come back this time, will you leave tomorrow, or will you leave in a few days?"

As he spoke, the butler took the written letter out of his robe.

"You read the letter first."

Fifteen took the letter from the butler's hand, put it in his bosom, and then, opening the leather pocket around his waist, handed him the only letter that was left.

"After you read the letter, give me a word."

"I'm going to leave tonight and use the token in the house to get out of the city gate."

"Walk fast all the way and stop less, and you can get there tomorrow at noon."

"Over there in Jiangnan, there are few people who can be used, and the fool in the first year of junior high school was careless and injured his leg."

Speaking of the first year of junior high school, Fifteen instinctively skimmed the corners of his lower lip.

I think he is also a careful person in doing things on weekdays, why is he biased like this, when there are not enough people around Ling Jun, he made such a moth.

People from the military background are mostly vigorous and resolute in their work.

The housekeeper used the fastest speed to open and read Ling Jun's letter, explained to Fifteen, and went back to tell the third master, saying that he knew, so he hurriedly sent him out of the bedroom.

Before coming to the steward's quarters, the fifteenth had already prepared the horses for the return journey.

When he came out of the butler's bedroom, the two horses, which had their hives and saddles, were already in the courtyard, waiting for him.

"One horse is enough, in the middle of the night, taking two horses out of the city is too ostentatious."

After saying a word to the man who was standing beside the horse waiting for him, Fifteen pulled the reins of a horse and went out of the courtyard through the back door of the palace.

He hates New Year's Day.

The colorful streets will remind him that before he was rescued by Ling Jun, he died of hunger and cold on the night of the New Year.

That year, like this year, was a good year of a good harvest.

But Zhu Shitong, the sister-in-law of his sister's Chengguo Mansion, was rejected by her sister, and became angry and burned down his family's grain field during the autumn harvest.

On that day, smoke billowed from the fire.

His sister, tormented by guilt, rushed into the fire.

He was held in his father's arms, crying, and didn't dare to make a sound.