Chapter 103: I miss you

The embroidery needle pierced the hand quickly, and a bright red blood drop appeared.
Li Huaiyu frowned, looked deeply at the gloomy sky outside the window, and whispered: "People often say that hurting your hand while embroidering is an ominous sign."
As if responding to her words, a flash of lightning flashed across the horizon, splitting the sky with a "click". The strong wind came in from the window, blowing the satin thread on the table.
Huaiyu looked at it, and the worry on his face became stronger.
The Qingsi next to her had to bear it again, but still couldn't hold it back: "His Royal Highness, someone stabbed her hand, it may be an ominous sign."
"But you, as long as you pick up the embroidery needle. You will definitely stab your hand. It has nothing to do with signs."
The air in the room solidified for a moment.
Li Huaiyu coughed twice, wiped the blood from his fingers, and said with a smile: "Really?"
Yes, that's right, whether it's embroidering a handkerchief or embroidering a robe for a monarch, one of the ten stitches of this person must hit the finger. At first, Qingsi would be worried, but now it is no surprise.
Xu Chuyong next to her gave her a comforting smile, and said in a low voice: "I heard Lord Chijin say that there are many good news ahead. Madam, don't worry too much about the Lord."
"I didn't worry about him." With his head drooping, Huaiyu said on the table, "It's just that I haven't seen him for three hundred and sixty-eight hours. I don't know how he is doing."
Xu Chu Niang: "..."
Even if the time is counted so clearly, it is really hard for this person who has always been careless.
"His Royal Highness." Chijin came in from the door and arched his hands. "There is movement around the main city of Ziyang."
Li Huaiyu returned to his senses and chuckled, "I know that these people are used to these methods. Let's do it according to the arrangement, and don't disturb the Lord."
"Yes."
The two armies were at war. If it were to fight in an upright manner, Jiang Xuanjin would have a huge win in terms of strength and tactics. Therefore, Huailin and Liu Yunlie will inevitably hit their brains on the people behind. She has blocked several batches of assassins here, and Jiang Mansion is not immune.
Although there are old accounts that have not been cleared, Huaiyu felt that Jiang Jie could never be defeated.
The fire started from the main courtyard of the Jiang Mansion. The slaves banged on the gongs and drums and shouted, "The water is gone." Everyone in the Jiang family ran out in a hurry. Jiang Chonggang helped the old man through the moon gate and saw a dozen people in black. Coming in more and more from the fence, surrounded them fiercely.
"Yan'er!" Jiang Chong drank lowly, "Send you old man through another door!"
Jiang Yan obediently came up to stabilize the old man, and as he stepped back, he ordered wine to report to the official.
Jiang's mansion guards have always been strict, and today these people are offensive very fiercely, presumably they have already planned. Jiang Yan wanted to send the old man out of the house, but he was surrounded no matter where he went. In desperation, he could only be placed in the side hall, and then accompanied by Jiang Shen with his family slave.
The people from the yamen came quickly, but they couldn't kill the masked group. Jiang Chong roughly counted them, and there were about a hundred masked people he could see, let alone in other directions.
Jiang Mansion is afraid that it will suffer a catastrophe.
"Father, the child doesn't know how to use martial arts, so I'm afraid I will shame the Jiang family later." Jiang Shen knelt in front of the old lady and kowtowed at him.
Old Mrs. Jiang sighed for a long time: "Why don't you be ashamed to say? You are good at writing, and you have never learned martial arts as a child."
Jiang Shen kowtowed and got up again, squeezing the long sword in his hand.
If you have never learned martial arts, you have to protect your family.
"Shen'er." Old Mrs. Jiang couldn't help but said, "My father has never asked you what happened to the first-tier cities? Since you came back, you have always been depressed."
Slightly startled, Jiang Shen looked down: "Father is too worried, the child is fine."
Is this okay? A person who is as cheerful as usual, now it is hard to see him smile. It's willing to join the officialdom. She was willing to move forward, but Gu Luan girl came to him and cried several times, saying that the second son always had a gloomy face while holding the child. That was a man, and I didn't know what he was despising.
Listening to the screaming and killing outside, Old Lady Jiang squeezed the dragon head stick and whispered: "I've always been worrying about it all my life, and I always look forward to your glory, but it's the same for the rest of my life, compared to Guangzong Yaozu. , Your life is smooth and healthy, which is what I want to see more for my father."
Jiang Shen was silent for a while, and then asked: "So it doesn't matter if the third brother has been in the first-tier cities and not coming back?"
The back of the hand holding the dragon head stick burst with two blue veins, and the old lady Jiang’s kind face was instantly distorted, and the stick slammed on the ground: "It doesn't matter who told him! Ten family letters a month in the mansion! When he rolls back, he won't listen! Whoever gave birth to him has forgotten to talk about the world's major events! When he comes back, I have to break his leg!"
The roar was deafening, and the outside fighting noise was a little quieter.
Jiang Shen rubbed his ears and couldn't laugh or cry: "Ping Shun An Kang?"
"Nizi still want to smooth and well-being?" Old lady Jiang stared with a stubborn neck.
Jiang Shen: "..."
The second son of Jiang thinks that his father is actually quite cute. These days he has obviously been praying for his third brother in the ancestral hall. This beard and staring look, like a child who is angry with someone.
With a "click", the door was knocked.
The people in the room were quiet instantly.
Old Mrs. Jiang stared at the door and said seriously: "If this encounter falls into the hands of thieves and endangers the world, I will take you to see the ancestors of the Jiang family."
As he said, he turned his head to look at Jiang Yan: "Is Yan'er afraid?"
"Men of the Jiang family, don't fear death." Jiang Yan is one year older, his facial features are clearer, and his eyebrows are a bit firmer. "Life and death can serve the country and the people. It is Yan'er's blessing."
Old lady Jiang smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
The officers and soldiers were retreated by the masked men, and the situation around the palace gate was stalemate, but the masked men had the upper hand in the palace. Jiang Chong fought and retreated. When he reached the side hall gate, he was already covered in wounds.
"Why?" The masked man smiled, "It's just to invite you to have a cup of tea, and it's not worth waiting for your life, so it's not worth the damage to the whole body?"
Jiang Chong took a sip, and the long knife stood in front of him, without any intention of surrendering.
The masked man was a little annoyed, and waved his hand to signal his comrades.
"Kill--" The trembling shouts made everyone in the room have a meal.
Just listen to the sound and you know how many people there are, and it's impossible for my father to stop him alone! Anxious, Jiang Yan took the sword in Jiang Shen's hand and opened the door to go out, wanting to help.
However, the door opened. Jiang Chonghao stood upright beside the threshold, and the courtyard was fighting together.
"This?" Jiang Yan was dumbfounded.
People who didn't know where they came all the way were wearing dark red coarse cloth clothes, embroidered with peonies on their shoulders, and they were brutally attacked, and the masked man was beaten with blood and blood.
The masked man who was still aggressive just now was suppressed by this group of people in a blink of an eye.
Jiang Chong frowned and looked at: "It's not like a yamen."
nonsense. Can the yamen's hands be the way for street hooligans to fight? Jiang Yan stared at the wooden sticks and shovel flying in the air with a stunned mouth. Suddenly, he felt that the phrase in "Benji", "It’s not like a thorn, it’s not because of a hook and a halberd." It is not absolute. Much sharper than the weapons in the hands of the masked man, one to death!
The situation suddenly changed. A group of black and oppressed peony troops stepped over the wall and entered Jiang Mansion. The masked men ran to death. A few hours later, Jiang Mansion was in a mess and blood was flowing, but it calmed down.
"Thank you for your rescue." The old man bowed his hand at the leader, "Dare to ask the name of the strong man?"
The leader was a young man. Hearing this, he looked at the people in Jiang Mansion with complicated eyes, and said nothing.
"The strong man is in trouble?" Mrs. Jiang said, "The old man just wants to know the name of the strong man, so I can repay him."
"Father." Jiang Shen stared at the man for a while, and said, "He is not in trouble, he is afraid that we will be embarrassed to say it."
"Why?" Old lady Jiang puzzled.
Jiang Shen said, "His name is Sihai, and he is the head of Feiyun Palace. The man under the command of the princess."
After living in the princess mansion for so long, he basically recognized Mian Shou. This person was not as favored as the four Mian Shou, but he was also an official in the first-tier cities.
Upon hearing this, everyone in the Jiang Mansion really felt embarrassed.
The face of the princess?
Jiang Yan and Jiang Chong looked at each other, their expressions uncomfortable.
In Yinping before, they scolded those few faces in front of the princess. Unexpectedly, it now accepts others' life-saving grace.
This is very embarrassing.
Lin Sihai glanced at them, and said, "The assassin has been arrested, and the mansion can be more alert and leave."
"Master Lin." Jiang Shen called to him, "Jiang Mansion has always been acquainted with the gratitude. If you leave like this, the people in the mansion may not sleep well."
Hearing this, Lin Sihai smiled: "The princess said, what you want is that you can't repay you."
After speaking, he turned his head and led people to leave Jiang Mansion.
Jiang Shen: "..." It's really Li Huaiyu's style of doing things, it's a bit broken.
Grandpa Jiang's face turned green, and he turned to ask: "What does she mean?"
Jiang Yanxu smiled and said, "It's probably a grudge."
Jiang Chong looked at the mess that was full of the courtyard, then looked at the trembling guards who had come to plead guilty, and said softly: "That person has the ability, so many guards are helpless, but they can reverse the situation."
"The door is blocked, and the city guards can't enter." Jiang Yan said, "And those people came in directly over the wall."
With a strategy and agility, I have to say that the people under Princess Danyang are indeed very powerful.
Old Mrs. Jiang silently looked at the bright red blood on the ground, his eyes were very complicated.
When Li Huaiyu was writing the family letter, she didn't write it in. She bit her pen and looked at the little scourge and the little in the cradle, and wrote a thick dozen letter paper until the letter box really couldn't fit.
Jiang Xuanjin and Liu Yunlie fought from Yongxia to Cangju Mountain, each winning and losing. In general, Ziyang had the upper hand. But Jiang Xuanjin didn't look good, sitting in the camp, seeing a dozen generals frightened.
"I was abused some time ago because the spies neglected his duty. The humble position has been re-arranged. Similar things will never happen in the future."
"The grain and grass have been delivered to Yongxia. We will be able to pick up the needs of the army immediately."
For fear of the sky thunder falling on one's head, the generals reported good news one by one. When the last person reported, the general had nothing to say, and said bit the bullet: "There seems to be a letter coming from the first-tier city."
Hearing this, Jiang Xuanjin loosened her brows: "Everyone has worked hard, and go back to rest, the day after tomorrow. Nothing can go wrong."
"Yes!" If they were amnesty, the generals got up and saluted, rushing to leave the main account.
Chengxu came in with the letter box in his hand, and sighed: "People use envelopes for home letters. It is good for my wife. If I haven't seen it in a month, there is a box I want to tell you."
The corner of her lips twitched slightly, Jiang Xuanjin opened the box seal and pulled out a dozen letter paper.
"Dear each other, see the words as they are!"
The chaotic words jumped into his eyes, as if he could see the man leaping towards him, kissed him on his face, and then lay on his chest and grabbed his lapels and muttered: "The first-tier cities have become warmer recently. After a rare spring rain, everyone in the city was happily running around on the street. I didn’t go, after all, it’s your wife, so pay attention to your manners!"
Her expression softened, Jiang Xuanjin put one hand on her chin, staring at the letter paper in her hand, her eyes full of smiles.
"Little and Little Harm eat more, but I didn't pay attention when holding little the day before yesterday. He peeed all over, but I was so angry that I couldn't beat him, so I could only beat the pillow. Don't say it, really relieve your anger!"
"Chijin is so close to Chubiao now. Although Chubiao didn’t notice Chijin’s thoughts at all, they got together every day. Chijin was so gentle and considerate about Chubiao. I didn’t even know it was stupid. When will the girl notice."
"Baihua Junlai refused to leave in the first-tier cities. It seemed that there was some conflict with Lu Jingxing. I asked Lu Jingxing. He said it was a grievance. I always feel that this term seems to be said by someone. It sounds familiar, but I Can't remember it. But Lu Jingxing has been in a better mood recently, not as gloomy as before, and I can also put snacks."
Slightly squinting, Jiang Xuanjin put aside the letter paper alone, put it far away, and continued to read it.
"I embroidered small clothes for Little Scourge. Qingsi said that I was inferior in craftsmanship, but I think it was her mother who embroidered it, so she has to wear it even if it is worse? I saw a piece of good material the other day and embroidered it for you. Cloak, when you come back, can you give me a baby?"
Gently rubbing the letter paper with his fingers, as gentle as rubbing her eyebrows, Jiang Xuanjin smiled and looked at her robe.
The crooked patterns are eye-catching wherever he walks, but he always wears it, and the soldiers are used to it.
"When I went out yesterday, I heard the people on the street praise you, but all the good words are piled on you, and the girl said that waiting for you to triumph, be a maid and concubine. Guess how I persuade her Yes, that's right! I went up to fight her, and she lost, so I gave up the idea, you are still mine!"
With a slight movement in her mind, Jiang Xuanjin turned to the painting attached to her back.
The first one is two familiar little people, one tall and the other short. The short little person jumped up to hold the tall one. The second short man squatted on the ground, digging the mud under the squash.
So you heard it at the time? Jiang Xuanjin pursed her lips, her ears turned red.
The two little men in the last picture held a milk doll in their hands, and the curvature of their mouths was drawn big, the taller one was half-bent over, and the shorter one hugged the doll and kissed his face on tiptoe.
"I miss you." She wrote these four characters in the most correct handwriting of her life.