Chapter 278: Luo Qilai letter

There is always a difference between playing in the palace and the outside of the palace wall. It seems that the sound in the deep palace is slower and slower. Perhaps for the passage of time, this emperor's deep palace is more sad and sad than the ordinary city.
In this palace room of Rowe, there is no sound, brick walls and heavy wooden doors that separate everything from the outside world. In his sleep, the streets of Shangdu are familiar and intimate. The pedestrians on the street are weaving and walking on this lively street. Luo Wei turns his head and the person who is with him is the defending.
"The son, what do you want to eat?" asked the defending, with a look of blame.
"I am not hungry," Rovi smiled.
The defending champion said: "The son is not good at eating."
"That makes me think, I want to eat," Rowe seriously thought, what does he really like to eat?
"I know what the son loves to eat."
Luo Wei was living a variety of food in his mind, and he heard the defending whispered in his ear. Rowe is curious, he doesn't know what he likes, and will the defending know? "What do I love to eat?"
The defending champion said: "The son is waiting for me here, I will buy it."
Luo Wei looked at the defending and walked into the crowd. He stood in the same place and waited to see what the defending would bring him back. "Who are you waiting for here?" Suddenly a question came from behind. The voice was too familiar, and Luo Wei looked back and saw Long Xuan standing behind him.
"Say, who are you waiting for here?" Long Xuan asked, his face still looks normal, cold and indifferent.
"Hey!" Luo Wei shouted from his dreams and opened his eyes, only to find himself in the darkness. There was no street in the city, no pedestrians, no defending, no dragons, he was still in the north. Yan's palace room. Rovi wiped his forehead and saw only the face of Long Xuan. He was already cold and sweaty on his forehead. Fortunately, Luo Wei took a shot and a faint heart, just a dream, dragon Xuan can not be defended, so it is good.
"Wang Ye."
A woman’s voice rang at the bed, and it was so shocking that Rovi sat up at once.
The faint candlelight illuminates and illuminates one of the worlds before Rovi's bed.
Luo Wei narrowed his eyes and adapted to the light, only to see a woman and a bā\'ji ǔ old girl before seeing her bed. Look at the dress of this woman, like the palace woman who is alive and dry in the North Yan Palace. As for this girl, the clothing of a person from Beiyan Palace, Sima Qingsha, what do you want to do? After Luo Weijing’s heart came, he looked at the two men quietly.
"Wang Ye, the slave is surnamed Hu, and the people in this palace are called slaves, Hu Auntie," said the middle-aged woman.
"My name is Yan," the little girl said.
"She is the daughter of a slave, and she is also in this palace." Hu Auntie said, she always looked down when she spoke, not looking at Rowe.
"Brother..." The little girl named Yaner called Luo Wei.
"Let's relax!" Hu Auntie took a look at her daughter's mouth, and then pleaded with Luo Wei: "Wang Ye, young girl, young Wang Wang forgiveness."
Luo Wei shook his head. The little girl shouted something when she shouted. He didn't care. He waited for the woman who claimed to be Hu to say the topic and wanted to see Sima Qingsha.
Hu Auntie did not look at Luo Wei’s refusal to look away from her. She took a letter from her sleeve and raised her head. She said to Luo Wei: "Wang Ye, this is a letter from Yun Guan Luo Shuai, please ask Wang Ye to look at it. ""
Luo Wei's eyelid jump, the letter of the big brother Luo Qi? He looked at the letter from Hu Auntie. Can he go to get this letter? At this time, Luo Wei carefully looked at Hu Auntie who was kneeling in front of his bed. His face was ordinary, his body was bigger than the average woman, and his hands were rough. How could such a person have a personal letter from his older brother?
"Wang Ye," Hu Auntie waited for Luo Wei for a while, and saw that Luo Wei was slow to move, he said: "The slaves have been in Beiyan for many years, but the slaves are big Zhou people, and the slaves are not credible. Wang Ye can see this letter.

Luo Wei couldn't believe this woman. He waved his hand at Hu Auntie and let Hu Auntie go out with her daughter.
Hu Auntie broke open the letter and unfolded the letter paper and sent it to Luo Wei’s eyes. He said: "The slaves let go of the sins and ask the prince to see the letter," he said, and he turned back and called the little girl: "Swallow."
Yaner was busy leaning against the bed and lifting the candle in his hand to illuminate Luo Wei.
Luo Wei glanced at the letter, and he recognized it at a glance. This handwriting is indeed the big brother Luo Qi. However, he still does not accept the letter. There are many people in the world who will imitate the handwriting of others. It is hard to say that this letter was not written by someone who wrote his brother's handwriting. Luo Wei took the hand of Hu Auntie and saw the contents of the letter.
"On the eve of the departure of the cloud, with the brothers said that the defending of the things, the brother has been thinking for a long time, this matter still needs to be a singer, can not make their own claims."
Until I saw this sentence, Luo Wei took the letter from Hu Auntie and took it in his own hands. The thing he and defending is the private language between him and his eldest brother Luo Qi. It is impossible for others to know that this letter should be written by his older brother. It is impossible to have a fake.
Hu Auntie took the candle from Yan's hand and lifted the candle a little higher, which made it easier for Luo Wei to read the letter.
Luo Qi wrote this letter very long, with five letter papers. Luo Weifei looked at it quickly. This is when he entered the palace of Beiyan. He knew the outside thing for the first time. Father Luo Zhiqiu personally went to the south and returned to Shangdu not long ago. The floods in the south have been removed. Although there are still small stocks in the chaos of the people, they are not afraid. In the southeast of the people's chaos, the town has been restored to peace, and now the officers and soldiers and the Yi people have been transferred to the mountains to tear. Luo Qi knew that Luo Wei was thinking of defending the shackles, so he specifically asked Luo Ze to repeat the contents of Luo Zexin to Luo Wei.
"Your second brother said that the fierce battle is better than Ning Fei. His accumulation of Japanese warfare will not be subordinate to the sub-boat, and he praises Xiaowei for his ability to know people."
After seeing this text, Luo Wei smiled unconsciously.
"Wang Ye smiled," Yan said after seeing Luo Wei's smile, Zhang opened his mouth and said: "Good-looking."
Luo Wei looked at Yan Er, and after a while, he was dumbfounded.
"Yan!" Hu Auntie was afraid that Luo Wei did not like this and was busy drinking her daughter.
Luo Wei’s gaze returned to the letter. At the end of the letter, Luo Qi told Luo Wei that Ye Xiu was pregnant again. The smile on Luo Wei’s face was even more obvious. Even when he saw Luo Qi said that he was not aware of this when he was in Yunguan, he did not understand the mood of Luo Wei at this time. He can't wait for his two brothers to have more children and grandchildren. Rowe even guessed whether this fetus of Daxie Yexiu was a male or female.
When Hu Dayi saw that Rovi had read the letter, he handed the candle in his hand to the front of Rowe.
Luo Wei pinned the letter in his hand for a while. He really wanted to leave this letter, and when he was fine, look at it again.
"Wang Ye," Hu Auntie urged: "It's not too late."
Rovi was leaning forward and sent the letter to the candle.
"Ah!" Yaner looked at Luo Wei and his mother-in-law and burned the letter. He cried out in surprise.
"Hey," Rowe's index finger was on his lips, and Yan Yaner snorted.
The little girl immediately slammed into her mouth, and a pair of eyes flickered and looked at Luo Wei, a group of innocent people who didn’t know how to taste.
Luo Wei looked at Yan, and suddenly he liked this little girl. At least the smile of this girl was like him. He was carefree. This smile was already out of his reach.