Zeng Ming nodded and said: "This matter is already well known to everyone in the army, but Sang Zi is too insidious to control Zhu Zhiwen in this way." ”

Jing Jian turned his head and glanced at Zeng Ming, and said lightly: "You can carefully check who else in the army has been bribed by Sang Zi." ”

"Yes, master."

Zeng Ming quickly stepped back.

Jing Jian turned around and walked into a small courtyard, lit the candle, slowly took out the letter sent by Su Wangjing from his arms, opened it cautiously, and saw three pieces of paper inside.

He gently pulled out the envelope and slowly unfolded it, and saw that the one on the front was written by his son.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and after reading the letter, the corners of his mouth hooked a helpless arc, and a deep smile spread under his eyes.

His son said that he had learned light skills during his absence from Kyoto City, and that he had almost learned the swordsmanship he taught, and that he was now learning something else from Zhao Yi.

In the end, he strongly condemned his irresponsible behavior of not saying goodbye, and said that he would wait until he returned to be held accountable.

He could fully imagine his son thinking of him while he was angry, and he wrote this letter to him in a very distorted manner.

He smiled helplessly, and then pulled out the middle letter again, only to see that this letter was written in English, he was stunned for a moment, and then reached out to hold his forehead and laughed lowly.

That woman really is.

The more things he perceived, did it mean that he remembered more and more things, and he was fantasizing in his head about the way the man wrote to him.

It must be that while supporting his head, he wrinkled his brows, smiled all over his face, sighed wistfully for the other, and pouted and wrote down these words.

The letter told her thoughts about him, expressed her worries about him, hoped that he would return as soon as possible, and babbled about some things that had happened around her recently. complained to him, and finally said that it was best when he was around.

Jing Jian felt distressed, his fingers couldn't help but force slightly, pinched the letter out of the folds, he suddenly reacted and hurriedly smoothed the letter carefully, stared at the letter for a moment and sighed lightly.

He didn't want her.

He misses her every day.

It's just that he can't go back yet.

They could only miss each other across most of the Yunsheng Dynasty.

But fortunately, their hearts are together, even if the thoughts are difficult, as long as they think that the person they love is also thinking about him and looking forward to him going back, he is full of energy!

On the last piece of paper, she carefully explained the intricate forms of the DPRK and China, and also said some of her own ways of handling things recently, seeking his opinion.

After Jing Jian pondered for a moment, he spread out the rice paper on the table and pressed it with a paperweight, without looking at it again, he could carefully respond to the letters Su Chengxi wrote to him one by one, and finally wrote a list for Su Chengxi.

After writing, he carefully checked it, and after making sure that there was no problem, he used another piece of rice paper to write Su Huaishan's current physical condition and some arrangements after Su Wangjing arrived in Dong'an City.

Finally, I also wrote a reply to my son.

Seeing that the sky was about to dawn, Jingjian packed up and rested.

"General, the Marquis of Zhongyi seems to have obtained the valuable things left by General Zhenguo before his disappearance."

A figure appeared in front of Sang Zi's desk, he raised his eyes to look over, his eyes were very indifferent, and he asked in a low voice, "Oh? What did you find? ”