Chapter 1585: Yuan Xiu, you are finally back!

My mother is in touch.
These words made my heart beat out of rhythm.
This is the handwriting of wonderful words, and this letter was written to me by wonderful words!
Although it wasn't the first time I saw the handwriting, or I haven't heard her called "Mother," but this is how our mother and daughter get along. After so many years of separation, I received the first letter!
It was just a letter, but for a moment, I felt that the cold air around me was warmed up.
I was a little embarrassed. I hurried to the window and sat down, lighting up the candlelight again, and then carefully opened the envelope, and took out a neatly folded, but thin one. Page letterhead.
Take a look at it, it is still neat and familiar handwriting:
Female Wonder Woman Kneeling
My mother, Wanfu Jinan. Farewell to my mother in Beijing since June, received a total of five family letters. I would like to know that my mother has arrived safely in Sichuan, and she is very happy.
Recently, the woman's body is normal and she has no serious pain. She goes to bed early every morning and gets up early. I recently talked with the queen, and thought about the cultivation of my mother's body. I have a lot of feelings in my heart, so I often meditate, and I am also diligent in homework. The wind and rain are approaching outside the window, people's hearts are swaying, and the woman feels a little bit of success, not tied to things, not moved by the current situation.
The daughter is in Beijing, protected by the imperial father, and she also knows that she is cautious. She hopes that the mother will take care of her and don't think about female safety.
Female wonderful words worship.
After reading this letter, I stunned for a long time, sitting at the table and watching the swaying candlelight, for a while I couldn't get back.
This is the first letter written by Miao Yan.
As a mother, she has always been by her side, reading and literating with her, and she has experienced so many joys and sorrows. I originally thought that it was a piece of meat falling from my body, no matter how grown up, no matter how far Are all connected to my blood.
But this letter suddenly gave me a strange feeling, as if suddenly woke up-my daughter, she is not only my daughter.
She is Pei Miaoyan.
An independent soul and mind.
Suddenly this thought made me feel incredible, but looking at the letter, a few words came from thousands of miles away, and I saw a filial, optimistic, and daughter of my own spiritual world. Looks like, could not help but burst into joy.
After the initial joy, I looked down at the letter again, and after I wrote down every word and every word in the letter, this letter—I could n’t bear to destroy it—after all, it was my daughter's first letter to me , But always find a place to hide.
However, when looking down again, once the joy just faded away, some other emotions slowly emerged between the lines.
My brows were also slightly raised.
This letter of Miaoyan actually wrote only some of her daily life from the beginning to the end, including her thoughts and enquiries. The others did not write too much, but just those few words let me see The environment around her.
The storm is approaching, people's hearts are swaying ...
Moreover, in her letter, she even mentioned the word "time bureau".
My daughter, but in her teens, has always been innocent, even a reckless temper, but this time after experiencing so many people and things in Beijing, I can feel her Much older than before, with her own mind and plans, but no matter how she grew up, I didn't expect that she would bring up the "current situation" in her heart.
She also said in her heart that she often talked with the queen.
If she only mentions it in her heart, then in her life, she may already be worried, and not only is she worried alone, but even the queen will unconsciously worry about the situation.
If the situation is not obvious, you will not be surprised by the queen's ever-clear.
I squeezed the tip of my stationery with a little bit of force.
I just knew that some powerful gentlemen in Shanxi, Henan and other places have begun to be encouraged to start their troops. Later, the Shaanxi side was also involved in the war. Since entering Gantang Village, the news from outside has been very slow. Except Zhao Yuncheng occupied outside Jiangling. Basically I have n’t heard much about things outside of Xichuan. It ’s just that Xue Yi said in front of the ancestral hall that
rebel forces from all over the country responded
. I probably guessed that they might be encouraged by Pei Yuanxiu. There weren't a few people who started the army, and there weren't a few people who were incited to fight the war. Later, I was "hijacked" by Pei Yuanxiu. In addition to these days, Xiao Wusheng could send me a message, but not the outside news. Moreover, he did not have such a source of information, so I was almost obscured by the changes in the outside and knew nothing about it.
Is the situation outside now-
I frowned and looked at the last line under the letter. The original mood of receiving the letter was gradually covered by heavy and worry. When I looked up again, I looked at the heavy night outside the small window. At that moment, my eyes and heart seemed to be stained by the dark night, and became deeper.


From this evening, Pei Yuanxiu's ship started to move at full speed. I wonder if he was worried that there would be twists and turns in the middle of the road, and he even cancelled the shore break.
Fortunately, the water and food on the boat were very well prepared. After a few days of endless driving, our boat arrived in Jinling a few days later.
This morning, a heavy fog rose over the river.
It's almost impossible to see beyond ten feet away, and there is no trace of wind. If it weren't for our boat moving forward and piercing through the dense fog, I would even have the illusion that time and rivers have stopped at this moment.
Finally, our ship slowly sailed towards the south bank.
The mist slowly dissipated, and when the sun shone, I stood on the deck and finally saw the familiar scenery on the shore.
On the wide pier, flags fluttered, and many people were lined up there.
I'm no stranger to this kind of scene. I've seen it too many times, and I don't even feel it anymore, but when I hold the fence and want to look farther away, the fog still permeates the river, completely blocking it. I looked towards the north shore.
Over Yangzhou, I don't know what happened.
Not only was Yangzhou unclear, even the huge Shuijun camp village on the other side was hidden by the fog, and even the outline was not visible. I frowned and looked at it for a long time, but heard a low voice behind me: "Don't look."
I looked back and it was Mr. Xie, who was standing not far behind me with his hands on his back, and looked at the shore lightly.
I didn't speak.
The ship was slowly approaching the shore, the river was pushed by the hull, and it was constantly beating against the embankment, causing huge waves, and then turbulent backflow, the ship trembled slightly. The boatmen were very agile, immediately anchored, jumped into the case to tie the twine, and then put a large wooden board between the hull and the embankment.
At this time, Pei Yuanxiu was supported and stood up from his chair.
We have n’t seen each other on the boat since that night. I do n’t know if he does n’t want to see me or he is afraid to see me. Even today, when he had to meet on the deck, his eyes did not fall on me. I've been there. At this time, I didn't even look at me. I was helped by the people around me and walked slowly.
Han Zitong has been with him all the time, constantly telling the people around him: "Be careful!"
"Lighter!"
"Don't touch his wound!"
Everyone finally helped him ashore.
I just walked by, and saw a large group of people on the shore greeted immediately, and the one who walked in front of the crowd was needless to say, Han Ruoshi, who had been away for a long time.
It's been a long time to say goodbye, but in fact it's just my feeling. Really, everyone has been separated for less than a year.
Come to think of it, within a year, people will not change much if they have no arms and legs.
But when I saw her, I felt like I had changed.
I remember when I saw her for the first time, I was in Wohuzhai. Before I saw her, I heard a lot of people say that she was weak. Even the rude and reckless man like Shen Xiaokun was worried about this. The look of weak fiber is really deep in my heart.
But this time she saw her, but it was not the same as before.
He is still in a thick and slender body, thin, and the clothes on his body are constantly blown by Jiang Feng, but unlike the past, it seems to be blown away at any time, but it gives people a feeling of extravagance.
Even the previously thin cheeks were plump and a little pink.
I don't know if it is healthy pink or unconsciously after seeing Pei Yuanxiu.
Her eyes were much brighter than before. When she saw Pei Yuanxiu greeted her immediately, and Han Zitong who had been protecting Pei Yuanxiu before disembarking from the boat, at this time immediately released her hand and took a big step back.
Han Ruoshi came to Pei Yuanxiu: "Yuan Xiu, you are finally back!"
She couldn't say anything with excitement, and it seemed like she would subconsciously catch him in his arms, but when she saw the people around him holding him, she looked at his face again, and immediately frowned. "You What's wrong? What's going on? "
Pei Yuan Xiu said: "Some injuries."
"Injured? How could it be hurt? Who hurt you?"
As she asked, her voice became sharper, and she immediately lifted her eyes to look around, but what she saw first was not me, but she had retreated to the crowd, Han Zitong, who was silent, and Chunliu's brows immediately Stuck up: "What's going on ?!"
She was already questioning a little.
Not even polite.
It seems like a pair-of course, she was originally the hostess of Jinling, the woman of Pei Yuanxiu, such an interrogation is justified.
When Han Zitong was questioned by her, I took the last step and stepped onto the ground.
At this moment, Jiang Feng was stunned.
As if feeling something, Han Ruoshi turned her head and looked at me.