Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1966

Official B hurriedly followed up, "The last two sentences tell us not to fear the dangers ahead, and to keep going even when dusk is approaching. Look, the morning sun is about to rise, melting away last night's frost..."

Official C had no more room to elaborate, so he clapped his hands and praised, "Good words! Good conception!"

Official Ding Qing coughed. How could he miss such a scene? "The dim light shines on your lonely shadow, and the first smoke darkens the railings. These two sentences point out that Your Majesty is lonely and cold now. It's time to select a concubine."

All the officials nodded in unison, "Yes, yes, yes, Your Majesty, you should hold the imperial selection!"

Emperor Zhaowu: “…”

Yes, yes, yes, you are an idiot!

But he also suddenly realized that these two sentences should be written by Shi Yunqi to describe his sister's situation after she lost her husband, being alone and pitiful.

In short, the whole poem is actually about the brother encouraging his sister, telling her that no matter how difficult the situation is, she can get through it, and not to lose heart or be depressed, because one day, the sun will rise and the dawn will come.

There is nothing wrong with this word! He must have overthought it.

In the Heguogong Mansion, Wei Cailing leaned on her husband's shoulder and asked, "Do you think that word will be discovered?"

Shi Yunqi was silent for a moment. "The previous letters were probably intercepted by someone, otherwise Xia'er would not have disappeared without a trace. This time, the letter only contains some casual chatter. As long as the mystery of the poem has not been discovered, it will surely be delivered safely."

Wei Cailing was a little scared. "Husband, you said it really could be..." She put her head close to his ear and whispered, "Could it really be the emperor? With such a good situation, what could he want?"

"Tu..." Shi Yunqi's eyebrows darkened slightly. "Tu Xia'er, please. Today I requested to see the Retired Emperor, but someone from the palace came out and said that the Retired Emperor was ill and couldn't see anyone. Who else could stop the Retired Emperor from seeing anyone? In the entire North Wing, there's only that one person."

Wei Cailing was even more frightened, "Didn't he just promote you to a noble title?" She was not at all happy about her promotion from Marquis's wife to Duke's wife, and she was always feeling uneasy.

Shi Yunqi patted the back of her hand and said, "Don't worry. If he wants Xia'er, he has to win over Sang Yu, Chang Le and others. Unless one day his true intentions are revealed..."

In fact, he was also very anxious, but he didn't show it on his face.

He thought, if his brother-in-law was still here, why would he worry? Xia'er was smart, but what good was intelligence in the face of real power?

It was at this moment that I truly realized the importance of my brother-in-law in the entire battle.

At the same time, the intercepted family letter was finally restored to its original state, quietly crossed the towering city walls of the capital, and rushed towards the Iron Horse City.

Half a month later, in the early morning, inside Chongyang Inn in Tiema City.

Bei Hui hurried through the corridor in the early spring dew, the letter in her hand still carrying the warmth of the post horse's running, "Madam, there is a letter from the capital! There has been no news these days, and I am almost dying of anxiety."

At that time, An Xia was writing quickly, and the tip of his pen paused slightly when he heard the words.

She put the brush on the pen holder, took the letter and gently smoothed the curled corners, a faint smile appeared on the corners of her lips, "In this peaceful and prosperous time, what could go wrong?" A branch of red plum blossoms was in full bloom outside the window, and it seemed that spring had arrived, "It's just that it was midwinter and the snow was thick, making it difficult to travel on the post road, so the letter arrived late."

Bei Hui was delighted and quickly wrung out a hot towel to wash the lady's hands.

The handkerchief had been washed with osmanthus soap, and carried a rare warm fragrance in early spring.

At that time, Anxia slowly read the letter from home in the warm fragrance of osmanthus.

The handwriting on the letter was as straight as a pine tree, and every word was a casual conversation. Her fingertips stroked the warm ink marks, and a faint smile appeared on her lips, as if she really saw the trivial and peaceful scenes in the mansion in the capital.

She stroked the letter paper and told Bei Hui to get the developing solution.

Bei Hui smiled, "You and the Marquis always like to play this trick. Last time, the Marquis seemed to have casually drawn a turtle, right?"

Shi Anxia smiled and said "hmm", then read the hidden words again, her eyebrows slightly drooped, "Hmm?"