Spring Banquet Chapter 103: I miss you

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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 lightning flashed across the sky, splitting the sky with a click. The wind came in from the window, blowing the satin threads on the table.

Huaiyu looked at it, and the worry on his face became more intense.

The Qingsi next to it has to bear with it, but still can't hold it back: "His Royal Highness, someone stabbed his hand, it may be an ominous sign."

"But 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 his finger. At first, Qingsi would be worried, but now it's no surprise.

Xu Chuyong next to her gave her a comforting smile, and whispered: "I heard Master Chijin say that there are good news ahead, so don’t worry about your Madam too much."

"I didn't worry about him." Drooping his head, Huaiyu said, lying on the table, "It's just that I haven't seen him for 368 hours. I don't know how he's doing."

Xu Chubrew: "..."

It's really hard for this person who has always been careless to count the hours so clearly.

"His Royal Highness." Chijin came in from outside 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 these people are accustomed to using these methods. Let's do it according to the arrangements, and don't disturb the king."

"Yes."

If the two armies are fighting in an upright manner, Jiang Xuanjin will win a lot in terms of strength and tactics. Therefore, Huailin and Liu Yunlie will inevitably hit their brains on the people behind. She had already blocked several batches of assassins here, and Jiang Mansion was not immune.

Although there are old accounts that have not yet been cleared, Huaiyu feels that Jiang Jie can 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 Chong just helped the old man through the moon gate and saw a dozen of them. The men in black came in more and more from the fence and surrounded them aggressively.

"Yan'er!" Jiang Chong drank lowly, "Send your grandfather to walk through another door!"

Jiang Yan came up to the ground obediently to stabilize the old man, and as he stepped back, he ordered wine to report to the official.

The Jiang Mansion guards have always been strict, and today these people are offensive very fiercely, presumably there must have been a plan. 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 slaves.

The people from the yamen came quickly, but they couldn't kill the masked group of people. Jiang Chong roughly counted it, and there were about a hundred masked people he could see, let alone 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'll be afraid of embarrassing the Jiang family." Jiang Shen knelt in front of the old lady and kowtowed at him.

Old Mrs. Jiang sighed for a long time: "Is it embarrassing to say something to lose? You are good at writing, and you never learned martial arts."

Jiang Shen kowtowed his head and got up again, squeezing the long sword in his hand.

If you haven't practiced 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, my child is fine."

Is this okay? A person who is as cheerful as usual, now it is hard to see him smile. She was willing to be an official and motivated, but the lonely 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, Mr. Jiang squeezed the dragon's head stick and whispered: "I've always been worrying about it all my life, and I've always looked forward to your ancestors, but people, it's the same for the rest of my life. Compared to Guangzong Yaozu, your father wants to see a smooth and healthy life."

Jiang Shen was silent for a while, and then asked: "So it doesn't matter if the third brother stays in the first-tier cities and doesn't come back?"

The back of the hand holding the dragon head stick burst into two blue veins, and the old lady Jiang’s kind face was instantly distorted, and the stick slammed on the ground: "Who told him it’s okay! The mansion has ten family letters a month. He doesn’t listen to let him roll back every day! Whoever gave birth to him has forgotten and talked about major events in the world! When he comes back, I have to break his leg!"

The deafening roar, and the roar of fighting outside is quieter.

Jiang Shen rubbed his ears and couldn't laugh or cry: "Ping Shun An Kang?"

"Nizi still wants to be safe and well-being?" Old lady Jiang stared at his neck.

Jiang Shen: "..."

Second Young Master Jiang thinks that his father is actually quite cute. These days, he has been praying for his third brother in the ancestral hall, and he said that he is not forgiving. This beard and stare look like a child who is angry with someone to coax him.

With a "click", the door was knocked.

The people in the room quieted down 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."

Speaking, he turned his head to look at Jiang Yan: "Are Yan'er afraid?"

"The Jiang family man, 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 came to the side hall gate, he was already wounded.

"Why?" The masked man smiled, "I just invite you to have a cup of tea instead of waiting for your life. 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 motion to his comrades.

"Kill--" The screaming sound made everyone in the room feel like a meal.

You know how many people there are by listening to the voice, and it's impossible for my father to stop him alone! In a hurry, Jiang Yan took the sword in Jiang Shen's hand and opened the door to go out, wanting to help.

However, when the door opened, Jiang Chonghao stood upright by the threshold, and the courtyard was fighting together.

"This?" Jiang Yan was dumbfounded.

The people who didn't know where they came all the way were wearing dark red coarse cloth clothes, embroidered with peonies on their shoulders.

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 person from 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, and suddenly felt that the phrase in "Benji", "It’s not a thorn, it’s not because it’s a halberd or a halberd." It’s 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 overwhelming 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 into a river, but after all, it calmed down.

"Thank you for the hero's help." The old man bowed his hand at the leader, "Dare to ask the name of the hero?"

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, "It's not that he is 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, he is the head of the Feiyun Palace, the man under the command of the princess."

After living in the princess mansion for so long, I basically recognized the face head. This person is not as favored as the four face heads, but he is also an official in the first-tier cities.

As soon as I heard this, everyone in Jiangfu really felt embarrassed.

The face of the princess?

Jiang Yan and Jiang Chong looked at each other, their expressions uncomfortable.

Before in Yinping, they scolded those faces in front of the eldest princess, but they did not expect to accept their life-saving grace now.

This is embarrassing.

Lin Sihai glanced at them, and said, "The assassin has been arrested, and the mansion can be more vigilant and leave."

"Master Lin." Jiang Shen called to him, "Jiang Mansion has always been informed by gratitude. If you leave like this, the people in the mansion may not sleep well."

After hearing this, Lin Sihai smiled: "The eldest princess said, what you want is that you can't repay your kindness."

After speaking, he turned his head and led people out of Jiang Mansion.

Jiang Shen: "..." It's really Li Huaiyu's style of doing things, it's a bit broken.

The old lady Jiang's face turned green, and she 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 whispered: "That person has the ability, so many guards are helpless, but they can reverse the situation. "

"The door was blocked, and the city guards could not enter." Jiang Yan said, "And those people came directly over the wall."

Strategic and quick-acting, I have to say that the people under Princess Danyang's command are indeed very powerful.

Old Mrs. Jiang silently looked at the bright red blood on the ground, his eyes were very complicated.

Li Huaiyu didn't write this matter in when she was writing the family letter. 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. Just give up.

Jiang Xuanjin and Liu Yunlie fought from Yongxia to Cangju Mountain, each winning and losing. Generally speaking, Ziyang had the upper hand. But Jiang Xuanjin didn't look good, sitting in the camp, seeing a dozen generals frightened.

"The spy was dereliction of duty some time ago. The humble job has been re-arranged. There will be no similar things in the future."

"The grain and grass have been delivered to Yongxia, and they 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 the 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 is working hard, and go back to rest. The next battle will be a battle, and there will be no problems."

"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 family letters. It is good for my wife. If I haven't seen you in a month, there is a box I want to tell you."

The corner of her lips was slightly hooked, Jiang Xuanjin opened the box seal and pulled out a dozen letter paper.

"Dear friends, see the words as they are!"

The mess of eight characters jumped into my eyes, as if I could see the man leaping towards me, kissed my face, and then lay on his chest and grabbed his lapels and muttered: "The first-tier cities have become warmer recently. , And there was a rare spring rain. The people in the city were all happily running around on the street. I didn’t go. After all, it’s your wife. Please pay attention to your manners!"

The expression softened, Jiang Xuanjin put one hand on her chin, staring at the letter paper in her hand, her eyes full of smiles.

"Little Bastard and Little Harm eat more, but the day before yesterday, I didn’t pay attention when I hugged Little Bastard. I was **** by him, but I was so irritated that I couldn’t beat him, I just hit the pillow. One meal. Don't tell me, you really relieve your anger!"

"Chi Jin is really close to Chu Niang now. Although Chu Niu didn’t notice Chi Jin’s thoughts at all, the two of them got together every day. Chi Jin was so gentle and considerate about Chu Niu. I know when this silly girl can detect it."

"The Lord Baihua refused to leave in the first-tier cities. It seemed that there was a conflict with Lu Jingxing. I asked Lu Jingxing. He said it was an injustice. He always felt that this term seemed like someone said it somewhere. It sounds familiar. , But I can’t think of it anymore. But Lu Jingxing has been in a better mood recently, not as gloomy as before, and I can also have 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 have poor craftsmanship, but I think it was her mother who embroidered it, so she has to wear it even if she doesn’t? Embroidered a cloak, when you come back, you can give me a baby, okay?"

Gently rubbing the letter paper with his fingers, as gentle as rubbing her eyebrows, Jiang Xuanjin smiled and looked at her robe.

The crooked and twisted patterns are eye-catching wherever he walks, but he has been wearing them, and the soldiers have become accustomed to them.

"When I went out yesterday, I heard the people on the street praise you, but all the good words were piled on you, and the girl said that waiting for you to triumph and be a maid and concubine. Guess what I do Persuaded her? Yes, that's right! I went up to fight with her. She lost, so I dispelled the idea. You are still mine!"

The heart moved slightly, Jiang Xuanjin turned to the painting attached to the back.

The first picture is of two familiar little people, one tall and one short. The short little person jumped up to hold the tall one. The second short little man squatted on the ground, digging the mud under the Japanese gourd.

So you heard it at the time? Jiang Xuanjin pursed her lips, her ears turned red.

The two little people 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 words at the bottom in the most correct handwriting of her life.