Zheng Xin took the small burden beside him: "This is a letter from the prince to you and the son of Qian Wenhan." ”

Wen Jin took it and was very surprised to see that there were more than a dozen letters.

The address on the letter was clearly written by Qian Wenhan of Izumo Academy, but why didn't it be delivered to them?

"Mr. Qian, I think you can also guess that someone is against the prince, and his letter is detained halfway."

"How can this really be true, the battle on the front line is fierce, and they are not afraid of delaying the state affairs?" Wen Jin said, took the letter and looked at it, one of them was opened, and the rest should be opened, and it was resealed, although it was done quite skillfully, but if you look closely, you can still see that something is wrong.

Zheng Xin didn't speak, and he hated those people too.

Wen Jin opened the open one, and there was a small envelope with his name written on it, which was also opened. She roughly browsed it, it was written by Qian Jun on a moonlit night on the eve of the enemy, this should be his first time against the enemy, there is trust in his comrades-in-arms, and there is also the worry that if he makes a mistake in judgment, it will cause serious consequences, although the letter is very short, few words, between the lines, but everywhere reveals true feelings, which makes Wen Jin's heart stir. Even, she was still a little worried, although she already knew from Shi Zhenzong that this battle was a complete victory.

Wen Jin didn't open the letter again, but asked Zheng Xin to taste the dim sum she brought back from the Wang family.

"This donkey jerky is very shelf-stable, I don't know if I can get it there."

Zheng Xin hesitated and said, "Do you have a post station here?" If you have, you can give it a try. ”

"There is a county seat, we have received letters from Xijiang here, as well as the soldiers there, and the money sent home."

Zheng Xin smiled, and his face became worried again.

Wen Jin also thought that if someone could rob the letter to him, he would definitely be able to rob the letter that went over there.

"There is a man on our side who is in Western Xinjiang, and he has written several times to mention the prince, so it is better to write to him and ask him to pass it on."

"Is this person reliable?"

"Reliable, and I have a good relationship with the prince."

"That's good, hehe." Zheng Xin was happy, seeing that the letter had been delivered and Wen Jin's problem had been solved, he offered to leave.

"Brother Zheng, if you don't have to go back to the capital, you might as well stay here."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Zheng Xin's eyes, and then he lowered his head dejectedly: "I'd better go back." ”

"Are you afraid of causing me trouble?"

Zheng Xin couldn't help but secretly praise, no wonder the prince can be good friends with your brother and sister, he is really smart, but he has his own principles of life, should he go.

"Brother Zheng, you can stay for the time being, you can install a prosthetic leg on this leg, you are familiar with the practice, you can walk without crutches, let alone ride a donkey, maybe you can ride a horse."

"Really?" Zheng Xin couldn't believe his ears, since his feet were gone, his heart was like ashes, if it weren't for the fact that no one in the farm was staring at him, and his father and brother didn't dare to make any changes, his mother wouldn't let him go this way. Along the way, he fell off the donkey's back many times, bruising all over, and finally got here.

"Please let me give it a try, it won't be long."

Zheng Xin really couldn't refuse such a temptation, nodded and agreed, at this moment, he admired his master's vision even more, and the friends he made were really heart-to-heart and chivalrous.

Wen Jin asked Zhai to clean up a house in the outer courtyard for Zheng Xin to live in, and sent a subordinate named Li Lin to serve him, then he went back to the inner courtyard and asked Pomegranate to prepare clothes for Zheng Xin, Wen Jin closed the door, the house was quiet, Wen Jin sat on the kang, leaned against the warm wall, holding the burden full of letterheads, couldn't help but burst into tears, the stiff heart, and fluttered and danced with joy, and came to life.

At this moment, she realized how sad and sad she was about losing Qian Jun. In order to disguise, she kept hinting that she didn't care about him, paralyzing herself and saying that she was as far away as heaven and earth, and it was impossible to be together.

In the past year, she has been desperately trying to make money and keep herself busy, which turns out to be a cover up the fact that she misses him to death.

Wen Jin didn't care about reading the letter, so she let herself cry enough, until she heard Pomegranate carefully push the door. Probably afraid that the master was asleep, Pomegranate didn't dare to make a sound, and walked lightly, Wen Jin got off the kang, poured hot water into the basin, and applied a good compress to his eyes, then opened the door and sat at the window to read the letter.

Because everything had to be transferred by Wen Han, Qian Jun had no affectionate words in his heart, only wrote about his own situation on the battlefield, the first few letters were very long, writing about the tragedy of the battle, and the Tartars were pressing step by step, and he had to be stumbling left and right, tired of coping.

Wen Jin read it very slowly, Qian Jun's second and third letters were very sloppy, and he could feel that he was confiding in himself, as if he wanted to relieve the pressure in his heart through this, although these two letters also ended with victory, but the predicament of the front line was not broken.

The fourth letter, the handwriting was neatly arranged at once, and the process of a major battle was written in great detail, the soldiers of Western Xinjiang, working together, finally fought a big war of annihilation, the Tartars were hit hard, and had to retreat for two hundred miles, the marshal did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but let the troops rest, and the grain and grass in the rear were also sent, Qian Jun's mood was no longer so anxious.

Wen Jin put down the letter, in her heart, she could really understand Qian Jun's embarrassment, Qian Jun is a member of the royal family, and the tone of the letter is not to position himself as a strategist under the marshal's account, or a general, but that he is the marshal, he is the Western Frontier Front, defending the country, and resisting foreign enemies, which seems to be on his shoulders.

Wen Jin is tired of watching, no, it's her heart, worried about Qian Jun, and she can't stand it anymore.

At this moment, the battlefield in Western Xinjiang is much better than the situation described in the letter that Wen Jin reads, he has been writing letters for ten months in a row, and there is no reply, Qian Jun has to put the letter by his side and no longer send it out in combination with the news he heard.

After more than a year of repeated battles, the Tatars finally retreated to the opposite side of the Gobi, Jurong's army had no guide, could not walk through the desert in front, had to stop the pursuit, time passed day by day, the soldiers here, are in a hurry. The war in the western Xinjiang continues, and the difficulty is next door, the Tartars have not been hit much, as long as this side withdraws its troops, that side will immediately cross the next door and pose a threat to this side.

"Qian Jun, Qian Jun—"

The only one who dared to call him like this was Shi Zhenzong, and the others either called him the prince or the general.

The corners of Qian Jun's mouth hooked, and only Shi Zhenzong could let him let go of his heavy heart and relieve him temporarily.

"Qian Jun, look, what is this?" In Shi Zhenzong's hand, it was a big cloth bag.

"How do I know what's there?" Qian Jun smiled slightly, and Shi Zhenzong loved to babble.

"Wen Jin sent it, jerky, haha-"

The laughter didn't stop, and Qian Jun snatched the package: "She gave it to me!" ”

"Who said that? For me, my brother said, she gave it to me. Shi Zhenzong wanted to take it back, but was blocked by Qian Jun's hand, "Stop, stop, you must have written to say that you met me here, right?" The letters Wen Jin sent me were all robbed by people, and she had no choice but to give it to me through you. ”

"Not really." Shi Zhenzong jumped up in anger.

"Then why didn't she write to you before? And, this time, it's only jerky, no faith, right? ”

Shi Zhenzong couldn't help but be stupid when he saw that Qian Jun was like a god: "How do you know?" ”

"She is afraid that you will misunderstand, and she knows that you are by my side, and everything mailed at home is indispensable to me, so she will deal with it like this."

Shi Zhenzong was poured a scoop of cold water on his head, and he wilted all of a sudden.

The package had been opened, the rope was tied with a slipknot, Qian Jun put the package on the simple marching table, untied the burden, opened the thick oiled paper, picked up a piece of jerky, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

In fact, Qian Jun's mind was even more uncomfortable than just now, his speculation just now was all nonsense, but he kept thinking in his heart: Shi Zhenzong also had that meaning to Wen Jin, she wouldn't be because she had no news as soon as she left, she couldn't wait, and accepted Shi Zhenzong's intentions, right?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Qian Jun's heart couldn't help but throb, as if a big hole was leaking in it, his confidence in Wen Jin, as well as the strength of his body, all leaked out of the big hole in an instant, and Qian Jun seemed to be unable to even maintain a straight sitting posture.

"Hey, why do you eat like this, my brother wrote to say that Wen Jin asked us to boil it in boiling water again, otherwise, it will be too salty and too dry." Shi Zhenzong had recovered and shouted again.

"You know what? What I want is the original flavor that Wen Jin made. Qian Jun held on and ridiculed Shi Zhenzong.

"Isn't the Pine Forest Station a different person? Have you tried to write again? Shi Zhenzong saw the loneliness in Qian Jun's eyes, and couldn't help but care about the authenticity.

"That witch, is it only in the pine forest post station to arrange people?"

Shi Zhenzong felt that his performance in front of Qian Jun was just one word "stupid".

"Zhenzong, I've been busy during this time, since your letter can be sent, mine should also be possible."

Shi Zhenzong was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "Ouch, that's it, can't you give your letter to Wen Jin if you put it in my letter?" ”

Qian Jun secretly prayed in his heart: "Wen Jin, you must wait for me, what you promised, wait for me for five years!" After speaking, he gritted his teeth and waved his hand to Shi Zhenzong, "Let's go, let's go out for a walk." ”

"Newspaper-" The voice of the signal soldier sounded outside the tent, "General Qian, the marshal is invited!" ”

Qian Jun quickly put on a big cotton jacket, and then added a sheepskin robe and a big fur hat, and then went out, Shi Zhenzong also put on the leather robe and leather hat he was carrying, followed closely behind, and squinted into the wind and snow.

Eight pro-soldiers, quickly lined up, surrounded the two of them.

"I've seen my father! I've seen the prince! "The marshal's tent is not far away, and as soon as Qian Jun enters, he kneels down and salutes the two people standing in front of the map!

"Excuse me!" The crown prince Qian Minyan beckoned to Qian Jun anxiously, "Come and take a look, the person I caught yesterday woke up, he said that he was the entourage who followed Lord Lang Chai, the left attendant of the Ministry of Rites, to the Western Regions ten years ago, and this time he risked his life to run through the two army formations in order to lead the way for us." ”

"Chai-sama? Lord Chai Yukun Chai? Qian Jun asked.

Qian Suiyang glanced at his son strangely: "You were still young at that time, how could you remember?" ”

"My good friend in Shanyang, his uncle just followed Master Chai Yukun."

"So coincidentally?" The crown prince raised his eyebrows and was forced to go west, he was angry, but he didn't expect to clearly see his uncle Prince Ren's father and son for the sake of the Jurong Dynasty, born to die and loyal to serve the country, a sincere heart, he also clearly saw that his father was surrounded by traitors, and he was restrained everywhere and constantly slandered and framed Uncle Wang, who was loyal to the liver and courage and dedicated to serving the country.

The Western Xinjiang front was almost destroyed because of the stumbling blocks of those villains.

"My friend also happens to be surnamed Qian, and his uncle's name is Qian Xiancong, who was taken by Master Chai when he was studying."

"Qian Xiancong?" The prince and Qian Suiyang were stunned, they looked at each other, and said in unison, "That person just now is called Qian Xiancong." ”

Qian Jun was also stunned, could it be that he met his father-in-law here? Haha, as long as he nods, Wen Jin will marry himself.

The prince woke up suddenly, and ordered loudly: "Come here, pass on the military doctor, and let them save the one caught yesterday at any cost-" He couldn't say the word spy.

"In which tent? I'll go! Qian Jun said loudly.

Qian Suiyang waved his hand to his son: "Go quickly, let them use the best medicine." ”

When Qian Jun saw Qian Xiancong, he felt so sad in his heart, the man in front of him, skinny, with a vicissitudes of life, looked more than ten years older than Qian Xiancheng, if he didn't know that he was only forty years old, Qian Jun thought he was sixty.

Seeing that Shizi personally supervised the battle, the military doctor quickly cheered up and carefully checked Qian Xiancheng's pulse: "Shizi, his body is fine, but he is hungry, plus he has a cold, he has taken medicine yesterday, and his sweat has come out in the morning, and his body is no longer burning at this time, he just needs to recuperate." ”

"The marshal instructed to use the best medicine!"

"Yes!"

Qian Jun ordered one after another, and soon set up a small tent next to his tent, and ordered someone to move Qian Xiancong over, and he took his own soldiers to take turns to take care of them day and night.

The prince and the marshal thought that Qian Jun was in a hurry to fight, and if Qian Xiancong could lead the way, while the Tartars were defenseless, the surprise attack would be successful, and the stalemate in the war in Western Xinjiang would be broken, and this war might be over.

Qian Suiyang, who has been in Western Xinjiang for almost ten years, has gone from a heroic middle-aged and beautiful uncle to a half-old man with dark skin and wrinkles blown by the northwest wind.

The crown prince is even more anxious to return to Beijing, his father's health is not as good as a year, and his brain is getting more and more confused, the slut in the palace wants her son to sit in that supreme position, and now he doesn't know what tricks he is playing.

Under Qian Jun's careful care, Qian Xiancong's body is getting better day by day, these years, he is hungry and cold, and his body has lost too much, this disease has been lying for half a month, and now he is just able to walk, and he can't wait to go to the front line: "Shizi, I can do it, you tell the marshal, hurry up and send troops, I know the deployment of the Tartars, and the path can be carried behind their barracks, and we will definitely win a big victory by attacking on both sides." ”

It's not the first time Qian Xiancong has said this, the prince and Qian Suiyang are also very anxious, but they are worried that if they have to walk in the desert for ten days, Qian Xiancong's body will not be able to hold on, and if he falls halfway, this battle will not be able to fight.

"Mr. Qian, don't worry, the military doctor said that you have to raise for at least ten days."

"Ten days? I've been raising it for half a month, and if the tartar changes formation, it'll be troublesome. ”

Qian Jun was moved, he didn't expect that the three brothers of the Qian family would be so different, Qian Xiangui is a villain, Qian Xiancheng is pedantic and incompetent, but he is a sincere gentleman, Qian Xiancong is not only knowledgeable, but also courageous and knowledgeable, especially a heart of loyalty to the country, which is very moving.

In order to let Qian Xiancong recuperate with peace of mind, Qian Jun gossiped with him: "Mr. Qian, nephew Qian Wenhan, do you remember?" ”

"Wen Han? Remember, remember, the kid is very smart, haha, I used to hug him at that time, stinky boy, and peed on me several times. ”

"He's already a showman, maybe he's all in the middle now."

"Really? He's so old. Thinking of the past, Qian Xiancong's emotions were very excited, tears flashed in his eyes, and after ten years, his children must have grown up.

Qian Xiancong asked tentatively: "Then do you know Wen Jin?" ”

"Acquaintance!" Qian Jun couldn't help but smile, "Ling Ai is also a big girl, she is smart and beautiful." ”

"Love? Wen Jin is a boy. Qian Xiancong frowned, his memory won't be so bad, when did his son become a daughter?

Qian Jun was stunned, and said in her heart, she is obviously a woman, otherwise, how could she agree to wait for five years?

"Isn't it back then, I'm afraid that you know that it's a daughter, Wen Jin and her mother deceived you?" Qian Jun said tentatively.

"How is that possible? I was at home when I washed three, and besides, I was changing his diaper, where could I coax me? ”

The two faced each other, and neither of them could figure out what was going on.

"It's not going to grow halfway and become a girl, right?" After Qian Jun finished speaking, he felt ridiculous, but the Qian Wenjin he knew was indeed a woman dressed as a man.

Thinking that Qian Xiancong's wife had remarried, Shen Jun suspected that the woman had exchanged Qian Xiancong's son with someone for money, and she had to force Wen Jin to dress up as a man in order to cover it up.

It must be like this, no wonder Wen Han said that Wen Jin's mother scolded her and never loved her, Wen Jin was not Qian Xiancong's daughter.

So, whose family is she?

That's it, no matter who her parents are, she is still her, and they are all the women he loves Qian Jun. After figuring this out, Qian Jun no longer struggled, but comforted Qian Xiancong: "When the war is over, let's go back and ask together, won't we understand?" "Good!" Qian Xiancong has been away from his hometown for nearly ten years, and now, what he is most looking forward to is to win this battle, wash away the shame he has suffered, and avenge his dead teacher and companions! According to Qian Xiancong's words, Qian Jun drew a detailed map of the Gobi, and studied the raid plan several times with several strategists of Shuai Tent, and confirmed that it was correct, so he suggested that his father and the prince prepare for the final battle.

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