Prayer, you once asked me where those wounds on my body came from.
Those wounds are left after every battle I have experienced, and every scar is my glory.
My soldiers, they are as scarred as I am, and they are also full of glory.
They look forward to returning home after the war and reuniting with their families.
I am also looking forward to, looking forward to having someone who can take me and my child home.
I still can't believe that you are the one in the high hall.
I can't even believe that one day, I will like an emperor.
I like you, that kind of liking, I have never had it for others in my whole life.
This is really a strange feeling, if you are an ordinary man, I will definitely take you home regardless of your wishes, and continue this love for you for the rest of my life.
But you are an emperor, there are countless women around you, maybe I am one of those countless women to you.
From the moment I know your identity, I no longer expect anything extravagantly from you, but now, I am looking forward to, hoping that you will give up the emperor's insistence for a woman after reading this letter.
Qi'an, the child in my womb, has been more than three months old. He fought against the enemy with me on the battlefield, and accompanied me day and night. He followed me through life and death battles one after another.
Before I knew it, he had been living in my stomach for three months.
Uncle Song said he was healthy.
He is healthy, pray, this is me and your boy, he is healthy.
You may have countless children, but I may only have one like him in this life.
I really want to keep him healthy for a lifetime, I really want him to be able to live healthy all the time.
I am a general, the king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die.
However, I will also be a mother.
As I touched him in my belly, I thought about what he would be like when he was born, whether he would be like you or me.
I look forward to him being a boy so that he can do everything I can't do.
Prayer, my life is worthy of the heaven and the earth, the people and the king.
The only thing I feel guilty about is the child in my stomach.
I never begged anyone, even my father and master, I never knelt down to them.
In this life, I have only kneeled down to you.
Prayer, I knelt on the ground, writing this letter stroke by stroke.
Pray, please!
I know it's not easy for you, and I know that your love for me may not be enough to make you give up your persistence.
Prayer, but the child in my belly, his only hope now is you.
Me too, I can only ask you.
Qi An, I am going to lead my troops out of the city to attack the barbarian's base camp. If I am lucky enough to return, I hope to see you. If I, if something happens to me, I only hope that this letter will never be delivered to you.
song
This is her handwriting, this is a letter she wrote to herself.
For two pages, she begged him with humble and earnest words, word by word.
It seemed that the night of her farewell appeared in front of his eyes, kneeling on the ground, kneeling in front of him, grabbing his sleeves, raising her head slightly, with tears in her eyes and holding back her love and hatred to look at him.
His hands were shaking, not only his hands were shaking, but his whole body was shaking.
His throat was blocked, and he opened his mouth several times, but he couldn't even make a sound.
How is it possible, how is it possible
He couldn't associate her with Zhenbeihou at all, but when he thought of her words and deeds, he couldn't help but believe her.
how so? How could she be Zhenbei Hou Minglan
His eyes were darkened, and he was even a little unsteady.
It was Eunuch Su who arranged for Song Wei to enter the door. Seeing Emperor Yuan like this, he hurriedly stepped forward to support Emperor Yuan: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"
Emperor Yuan grabbed Su Gonggong's wrist with his backhand. His hand was so strong and strong, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and he held it tightly: "Call the third girl from the Luo family into the palace."
(end of this chapter)