Duan Ling looked at Wu Du's letter at night, and suddenly felt very lonely. Fortunately, he didn't leave for too long, and it was not time for his eyes to see through.
Wu Du was not at home, no matter how busy he was, he still lacked some things. Most importantly, Duan Ling felt a strong sense of insecurity over time. It seems that Wu Du is not there, and many of the things he does are not seen, and it does not make much sense.
That said, politics still has to be done.
By the last day before their birthday, all the refugees had been resettled. After Fei Hongde finished the last draft, he said to Duan Ling, "Your Highness will have a good rest tomorrow. After a few days, we will discuss in detail when the Colonel General returns."
Duan Ling said, "I'll look at it from the beginning again."
Fei Hongde said, "Tomorrow is your birthday. In the past six months, you haven't had a day of rest, so just take a day off."
Duan Ling was very surprised that Fei Hongde actually remembered his birthday. He asked, "What about Mr. Fei? Let's have dinner together tonight?"
"I'll go to Wuluohoumu for a drink." Fei Hongde replied.
Now in the mansion, only Fei Hongde dares to deal with Lang Junxia, and the others are winking, knowing that Wu Du doesn't like the guy who is locked up, for fear of getting too close and being implicated.
Duan Ling sent Fei Hongde away, and sat for a while, without thinking about it for days, and suddenly felt restless when he was idle.
Go and see how the people settle down.
Duan Ling called Zheng Yan and asked him to accompany him to see the situation in the old city. Zheng Yan carefully protected it. The city was lively and there was no chaos as he imagined.
"There are more than 20,000 people at a time." Duan Ling said, "It's really lively, I just hope there won't be a fight."
"It's fortunate that someone accepts it." Zheng Yan said, "what else dare to do?"
Duan Ling replied: "Indeed, it's much better here than when I was starving and freezing in Luoyan City before."
"You two talk about it on weekdays." Zheng Yan said, "What conclusion did you come to? How did you accommodate so many people?"
"It's not completely determined yet." Duan Ling replied, "There is a plan, but we have to wait for Wu Du to come back before we can finally confirm it. By the way, I'll call everyone and go through the proposal from the beginning."
After all, to promote such a huge plan, it is necessary to rely on the strength of the army to implement it. Whether it can be done or not depends on the military independence.
"Tomorrow you will be seventeen." Zheng Yan said, "what would you like to eat?"
"How do you know?" Duan Ling was a little surprised and asked, "Wu Du said that?"
"Well." Zheng Yan said, "Wu Du said, if he can't come back during the day, let me cook a bowl of noodles for you."
"Let Lang Junxia come out with him tomorrow and have a meal," Duan Ling replied.
Zheng Yan thought for a while and nodded. After seeing Lang Junxia that day, Duan Ling ordered someone to change him a room, allowing him to move around in the vicinity of the Prefect's Mansion, and even go up the mountain occasionally.
"How about today? Want to see Wuluohoumu?" Zheng Yan asked.
"No." Duan Ling said.
"Find Mr. Fei Hongde for you?" Zheng Yan asked again.
"No." Duan Ling returned to the mansion and sat down alone.
Zheng Yan said, "Having a hot spring?"
Zheng Yan gave a wicked smile. Although Duan Ling knew that Zheng Yan would not do anything to him, he was too lazy to move and replied, "Forget it, I'll talk about it tomorrow, I'll be quiet for a while."
Zheng Yan closed the door, backed out, stood outside the door and said, "I'm just outside."
Duan Ling made a sound of "um" and sat alone in the empty and quiet hall. The complicated things over the past few days, one by one, were gradually cleared out of his mind.
Will the Wudu Association be back on time tomorrow
Duan Lin misses him very strongly. After the last letter, Wu Du has not heard from him for seven days. Where is he now? If I came back tomorrow, I would be in Hebei by now. Ben Xiao's footsteps are very fast, as long as he wants to come back, he can come back naturally.
The sky outside the window gradually dimmed, Duan Ling thought about it, and finally felt that he had nothing to do, so he took out Fei Hongde's love letter. After the New Year, everyone has decided that they will send the petition letter back to the imperial court, so that Mu Kuangda will turn it over to the cabinet, and then pass it through the hands of Li Yanqiu.
After the court's approval, the implementation can begin in the spring of next year.
This night, there was a blizzard outside, and the north wind roared furiously. Duan Ling was uneasy when he heard it, so he called someone again and ordered to go to the old city to see, so as not to cold to death. Then let Wang Zheng come over to collect silver taels, and distribute them to the soldiers guarding the city to buy wine and warm themselves up.
After the love letter is sent, if it is sent directly to Li Yanqiu, there should be no problem. The most fearful thing is to get stuck in Cai Yan's hands. Once the spring ploughing is missed, it will be wasted.
The wind was getting louder and louder, Duan Ling was a little drowsy, and when he heard Zheng Yan say something outside, he suddenly regained his spirits.
"What?" Duan Ling asked, "Is Wu Du back?"
The door was suddenly opened, a gust of snow blew in, and a man eight feet long walked in, wearing a black cloak, and walked into the hall.
Outside Zheng Yan wisely closed the door.
"You're finally back!" Duan Ling said excitedly, "Why so..."
The man took off his cloak, but it was Li Yanqiu, whose breath was still filled with white mist, and stared at Duan Ling.
It was like a thunderbolt smashed through Duan Ling's mind, like a lone peak and a geese flying back, like a mountain collapsed and the sea pouring backwards. At that moment, Duan Ling didn't know what to say, and couldn't stop shaking.
"Emperor." Li Yanqiu's lips moved.
Duan Ling staggered forward, trembling all over his body, he wanted to shout, but it seemed as if something choked his throat, he wanted to cry, but the tears didn't know where to go, and there was only a burst of soreness in his eyes.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, Fourth Uncle." Duan Ling said in a trembling voice.
Duan Ling stumbled, rushed forward and hugged Li Yanqiu tightly, losing all his strength. Li Yanqiu hugged him, slowly knelt down on one knee, and held him in his arms.
"Fourth Uncle..." Duan Ling said, "It's you, it's you... Fourth Uncle!"
Outside the door, the snow was getting smaller, and the snowflakes were flying in the wind.
Wu Du was an assassin, wearing a cloak and covered in snow. Standing outside the door, he couldn't help but glance inside.
"You're taking too much risk." Zheng Yanchao Wudu blamed him, "How can you bring your majesty? What if something goes wrong?"
"Why can't you bring it?" Wu Du said, "He has suffered so much, and it is time for others to suffer for him."
Zheng Yan had nothing to say, so he had to stand at the door with Wu Du.
Li Yanqiu and Duan Ling sat on the couch, facing each other. Li Yanqiu was silent, with a sad look in his eyes, and reached out to stroke Duan Ling's profile.
Duan Ling cried with joy and lowered his head in embarrassment. Li Yanqiu raised his hand and touched his hand.
Although he was wearing gloves when he arrived, Li Yanqiu's fingers were still cold.
"Is it today?" Li Yanqiu took out a birthday card from his arms.
Duan Ling: "..."
It was the first time Duan Ling saw his birthday card. He glanced at it and found that his birthday was today.
"Yes, it's today." Duan Ling said.
"Wu Du came with me all the way." Li Yanqiu said, "I finally caught up."
"You shouldn't..." Duan Ling said.
"This is the first birthday that Fourth Uncle has spent with you." Li Yanqiu said, "Every year in Japan, Fourth Uncle will be by your side."
Duan Ling's tears finally came out, leaning on Li Yanqiu's shoulder, crying silently.
The two of them leaned on so quietly. The wind finally subsided, but the snow became even bigger.
Duan Ling asked Li Yanqiu to sit and got up to open the door by himself. Wu Du was waiting outside the door. Duan Ling was about to call him in, but Wu Du lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry about me, go accompany your fourth uncle."
Duan Ling put his neck around him and kissed him on the lips. Knowing that this was the best birthday gift that Wu Du prepared for him, he said, "You all go to rest for a while and change your clothes."
Wu Du knew that he was standing outside the door, and Duan Ling was not at ease, so he nodded and said, "I and Zheng Yan are on duty tonight, you don't have to worry about us."
Duan Ling closed the door and returned to the room. Only then did Li Yanqiu take off his robe and put it on the brazier to dry. Li Yanqiu has been watching his every move, his lips are still trembling slightly, and he seems to be very nervous.
Duan Ling inadvertently caught a glimpse of his expression, and suddenly remembered that it was exactly the same expression when his father and son recognized each other on the first day when he came to Beijing.
He was still a little restrained. After all, Li Yanqiu was not his father. Every time he saw him, he felt the aloof imperial aura, which was different from when his father came to him back then.
"Emperor." Li Yanqiu waved to Duan Ling and said, "Come here, let me see you again."
Duan Ling sat next to Li Yanqiu again, he was very nervous, and felt that Li Yanqiu seemed more nervous than him.
With tears in his eyes, Li Yanqiu couldn't help laughing again.
"When I saw you on the first day," Li Yanqiu said, "I felt vaguely that something was wrong. Your father gave me a dream that night, saying that you were back."
"Really?" Duan Ling also asked in surprise, with tears in his eyes, "What did he say?"
Li Yanqiu shook his head and said, "I can't remember."
After the two uncles and nephews met, the first thing was to talk about absurd dreams. Duan Ling thought it was funny and couldn't help laughing.
Li Yanqiu held his hand tightly, looked down at his hand, then looked at Duan Ling's face, and stroked Duan Ling's eyebrows with the thumb of the other hand.
"I don't look like my father." Duan Ling replied, "Dad said I look like my mother."
"I've never seen it before." Li Yanqiu said, "but presumably my sister-in-law is very beautiful."
"I was in the palace that day." Duan Ling said, "Did the fourth uncle feel it?"
"No, earlier." Li Yanqiu said, "Perhaps you forgot, when I first entered Jiangzhou, I glanced through the curtain of the car, and felt a little uneasy in my heart."
Duan Ling asked: "You always know... I'm sorry, I'm so rude..."
"It doesn't matter." Li Yanqiu said with a smile, "I am very happy that you are like this."
"You always knew that Cai... Cai Yan was a fake?" Duan Ling asked.
"In the beginning, I vaguely felt that something was wrong." Li Yanqiu replied lightly, "But he was brought back by Wuluohoumu, and Wudu testified, everything was perfect. At that time, the situation was urgent, and there was no room for slow questioning. If he is really you, I am afraid that I will never forget the suspicion that Fourth Uncle treats him."
"When I saw his approval again and again, I wrote a word 'Li'." Li Yanqiu said, "That one stroke is different from the word 'Li', but it looks like a cursive prefix."
Duan Ling was instantly shocked. He didn't expect Li Yanqiu to see from this detail that Cai Yan was a fake! When the character "Cai" is written, two small crosses are written first. The horizontal of the cross is actually a mention. The character "Li" is a long horizontal and a short vertical.
Cai Yan was accustomed to writing his name. When writing the word "Li", he would subconsciously mention it a little at first to write the first stroke of "Li", and then he changed it slowly. In Li Yanqiu's eyes , still not the same!