The embroidery needle pierced his hand suddenly, and a bright red blood drop came out.
Li Huaiyu frowned, looked deeply at the gloomy sky outside the window, and said in a low voice: "People often say that if you hurt your hand during embroidery, it is an ominous omen."
As if responding to her words, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, splitting the sky with a "click". The strong wind rolled in through the window, blowing the silk and satin threads on the table flying wildly.
Huaiyu watched, with a more worried look on his face.
Qingsi next to her endured it again and again, but she still couldn't hold it back: "Your Highness, if someone stabbed his hand, it might be a bad omen."
"But you, as long as you pick up the embroidery needle, you will definitely hurt your hand. It has nothing to do with the symptoms."
The air in the room froze for a moment.
Li Huaiyu coughed twice, wiped the blood on his fingers, and laughed, "Really?"
Yes, that's right, whether it's embroidering a handkerchief or embroidering a robe for you, one out of ten stitches of this person will hit his finger. At first, Qingsi was worried, but now it's not surprising.
Xu Chuniong next to her gave her a consoling smile, and said in a low voice, "I heard Lord Chijin say that there are many good news ahead, Madam, don't worry too much about your majesty."
"I'm not worried about him." With his head bowed, Huaiyu said while lying on the table, "It's just that I haven't seen him for three hundred and sixty-eight hours. I don't know how he is doing."
Xu Chunian: "..."
Even counting the hours so clearly is really difficult for this always carefree person.
"Your Highness." Chi Jin came in from the door, cupped his hands and said, "There are movements around the main city of Ziyang."
Li Huaiyu came back to his senses, and smiled lightly: "I knew that this group of people used to use these methods, so let's do it according to the arrangement, and don't disturb Your Majesty."
"yes."
The two armies are at war. If he really fought in an upright manner, Jiang Xuanjin would have a great chance of winning no matter in terms of strength or tactics. Therefore, Huai Lin and Liu Yunlie will inevitably put their brains on the people behind. She has blocked several batches of assassins here, and Jiangfu's side will not be spared either.
Although there are old accounts that have not been settled, Huaiyu feels that Jiang Jie must not be attacked by the enemy.
The fire started from the main courtyard of the Jiang Mansion, and the slaves beat the gongs and drums and shouted "the water is gone", and everyone in the Jiang family ran out in a hurry. Just as Jiang Chong helped the old man pass the moon gate, he saw a dozen men in black He came in from the fence and surrounded them aggressively.
"Yan'er!" Jiang Chong shouted, "Send your old man through another door!"
Jiang Yan obediently came up to support the old man, and ordered to ask for wine to report to the official while retreating.
Jiang Manor's guards have always been strict, and today these people are attacking fiercely, presumably they have plans long ago. Jiang Yan wanted to send the old man out of the house, but no matter which way he went, he was surrounded by people. In desperation, he could only be placed in the side hall, and then together with Jiang Shen and his servants to protect him.
The people from the yamen came very quickly, but they failed to kill the group of masked men. Jiang Chong roughly counted, and there were about a hundred masked people that he could see alone, let alone those in other directions.
The Jiang family is afraid that it will be catastrophized.
"Father, my son doesn't know martial arts, I'm afraid I will embarrass the Jiang family later." Jiang Shen knelt in front of the old man and kowtowed to him.
Old Mr. Jiang sighed a long time: "How can you say that you are not ashamed? You are good at literature, and you have never practiced martial arts since you were young."
Jiang Shen kowtowed and stood up again, squeezing the long sword in his hand.
Even if you have never practiced martial arts, you have to protect your family.
"Shen'er." The old man Jiang couldn't help but said, "My father never asked you what happened in the first-tier city? You have been depressed since you came back."
Slightly startled, Jiang Shen lowered his eyes: "Father is worried, but the child is fine."
Is this all right? A person who is so cheerful as usual, it is hard to see him smiling now. He is willing to become an official. Ken made progress, but girl Guluan came to him and cried several times, saying that the second young master always had a gloomy face while holding the child, and that he was a man, so I don't know what he disliked.
Hearing the loud shouts of killing outside, the old man Jiang squeezed the dragon head staff, and said in a low voice: "I have been worrying all my life, always looking forward to your glorious ancestors. , Your life is smooth and healthy, which is what my father wants to see more."
Jiang Shen was silent for a while, and then asked: "So it doesn't matter if the third brother has been in the first-tier city and hasn't come back?"
Two blue veins popped out of the back of the hand holding the dragon head stick, and the old man Jiang's kind face distorted in an instant, and he slammed the stick on the ground: "It doesn't matter who told him! The house sends ten letters a month! He won’t listen to him when he gets out! Whoever gave birth to him has forgotten what important things in the world are talking about! When he comes back, I will break his leg!”
The deafening roar made the fighting sounds outside a little quieter.
Jiang Shen rubbed his ears, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Smooth and healthy?"
"Nizi still wants to live in peace and well-being?" Old Master Jiang stared with his neck straightened.
Jiang Shen: "..."
The Second Young Master Jiang felt that his father was actually quite cute. He had been praying for his third brother in the ancestral hall these days, and he was rather ruthless. With his beard blowing and staring, he looked like an angry child who wanted to be coaxed.
With a "click", the door was knocked on.
The people in the room fell silent instantly.
The old man Jiang stared at the door, and said seriously: "If this case falls into the hands of thieves and endangers the world, I will take you to meet the ancestors of the Jiang family."
As he said that, he turned his head to look at Jiang Yan again: "Is Yan'er afraid?"
"The man of the Jiang family is not afraid of death." Jiang Yan is one year older, the lines of his facial features are clearer, and the brows are a little firmer. "It is Yan'er's blessing to be able to live and die for the country and the people."
Old Mr. Jiang smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
The officers and soldiers were retreated by the masked man, the situation around the gate of the mansion was stalemate, but inside the mansion the masked man had the upper hand, Jiang Chong fought and retreated, and when he arrived in front of the side hall, he was already covered in wounds.
"Why bother?" the masked man laughed, "I just invite you all to have a cup of tea, and I don't want you to wait for your life. Is it worthwhile to get so many injuries?"
Jiang Chong spat, and stood the long knife in front of him, showing no intention of surrendering at all.
The masked man was a little annoyed, and waved his hands to signal his accomplices to come on.
"Kill—" the sky-shattering shouts made everyone in the room feel stunned.
You can tell how many people there are just by hearing the voice, it is impossible for father alone to stop them! In a hurry, Jiang Yan took the sword in Jiang Shen's hand and opened the door to go out, wanting to help.
However, the door opens. Jiang Chong was standing by the threshold in good condition, but there was a lot of fighting in the courtyard.
"This?" Jiang Yan was dumbfounded.
The people who came from nowhere along the way were all dressed in dark red coarse cloth clothes with peonies embroidered on their shoulders.
The masked man who was aggressive just now was suppressed by this group of people in an instant.
Jiang Chong frowned and looked: "It's not like someone from the Yamen."
nonsense. Can the people in the yamen use their hands to fight this street hooligan? Jiang Yan stared dumbfounded at the wooden sticks and shovels flying in the air, and suddenly felt that the sentence in "Ben Ji" that "hoeing thorns is not as good as hooks and halberds" is not absolute. The hoes in the hands of these people in front of them are just It is much sharper than the weapon in the masked man's hand, one hit kills one!
The situation suddenly changed, a group of dark peony soldiers entered the Jiang Mansion over the wall, and the masked men ran to their deaths. A few hours later, the Jiang Mansion was in a mess, with blood flowing like rivers, but it finally calmed down.
"Thank you, the strong man, for your help." The old man bowed to the leader, "May I ask the strong man's name?"
The leader was a young man. Hearing this, he looked at the people in Jiang's mansion with complicated eyes, but said nothing.
"Is there any difficulty for a strong man?" Old Master Jiang said, "I just want to know the name of a strong man so I can repay you."
"Father." Jiang Shen stared at the man for a while, and said, "It's not that he has any difficulties, but he is afraid that we will be embarrassed if he speaks out."
"Why?" Mrs. Jiang was puzzled.
Jiang Shen said: "His name is Sihai, and he is the head of Feiyun Palace. He is under the command of the eldest princess."
Having lived in the princess mansion for so long, I basically recognize all the faces. This person is not as favored as the four big faces, but he is also an official in a first-tier city.
Hearing this, everyone in the Jiang Mansion really felt embarrassed.
The face of the eldest princess
Jiang Yan and Jiang Chong looked at each other with uncomfortable expressions.
In Yinping before, they scolded those faces in front of the eldest princess. Unexpectedly, now he has accepted the life-saving grace of others.
That's embarrassing.
Lin Sihai glanced at them, cupped his hands and said: "The assassin has been caught, the mansion just needs to strengthen its guard, and leave."
"Master Lin." Jiang Shen called him to stop, "Jiang's mansion always repays kindness with gratitude. If you leave like this, the people in the mansion may not be able to sleep well."
Hearing this, Lin Sihai smiled: "The eldest princess said, what I want is that you can't repay your kindness and feel uncomfortable."
After finishing speaking, he turned his head and led the people out of Jiangfu.
Jiang Shen: "..." This is really Li Huaiyu's style of acting, it's a bit bad.
The old man Jiang's face turned green, and he turned his head and asked, "What does she mean?"
Jiang Yanxu smiled and said, "It's probably a grudge."
Jiang Chong looked at the mess in the courtyard, then looked at the trembling guards who came to plead guilty, and said softly: "That man has the ability just now, so many guards are helpless, but they can reverse the situation."
"The gate is blocked, and the guards can't get in." Jiang Yan said, "And those people came in directly over the wall."
Straightforward and quick in action, I have to say that the people under Princess Danyang's command are indeed very powerful.
Old Mr. Jiang looked at the bright red blood on the ground silently, with complicated eyes.
When Li Huaiyu wrote the letter home, she didn't include this matter. She bit her pen and looked at the little scourge and the little bastard in the cradle, and wrote a thick dozen of letter paper until the letter box really couldn't fit.
Jiang Xuanjin and Liu Yunlie fought from humble beginnings to Cangju Mountain, each had their own victories and losses along the way, but generally speaking, Ziyang's side had the upper hand. But Jiang Xuanjin's face was not very good-looking. Sitting in the tent, he looked at the dozen generals with fear.
"I was ambushed a while ago, because the spies neglected their duties. The humble post has already reassigned people. There will never be similar things in the future."
"The grain and grass have arrived at Yongxia. It will be able to meet the needs of the army immediately."
Fearing that the thunder would fall on their heads, the generals reported the good news one by one. Reporting to the last person, the general had nothing to say, and said bravely: "There seems to be a letter from the first-tier city."
Hearing this, Jiang Xuanjin frowned: "Everyone has worked hard, go back and rest, and fight the next day. There will be no trouble."
"Yes!" If they were granted an amnesty, all the generals stood up and saluted one after another, and rushed to leave the main tent.
Chengxu came in with the letter box in his hand, and said with a sigh: "People's family letters are all in envelopes, but our wife is good. I haven't seen you in a month, and I have a box of words to tell you."
With the corners of his lips slightly hooked, Jiang Xuanjin opened the box and took out a dozen letter papers.
"Kiss and kiss each other, seeing words as faces!"
Messy words jumped into my eyes, as if I could see the man rushing towards me, kissing me on the face, then lying on his chest and grabbing the lapel of his clothes, saying: "Recently, the first-tier cities have become warmer. There was a rare spring rain, and everyone in the city was so happy to run around in the street. I didn’t go, after all, it’s your wife, so you should pay attention to your manners!”
His expression softened, Jiang Xuanjin rested his chin with one hand, staring at the letter in his hand, his eyes were full of smiles.
"The little bastard and the little scourge ate more, but I didn't pay attention when I hugged the little bastard the day before yesterday, and he peed all over, but I was so mad, and I couldn't beat him, so I could only beat the pillow. Don't say it, it's really relieved!"
"Chijin and Chuniang are really close now. Although Chuniang is completely unaware of Chijin's thoughts, they get together every day. Chijin is so gentle and considerate to Chuniang. When will the girl notice it?"
"Mr. Baihua refused to leave in the first-tier city. It seemed that there was some conflict with Lu Jingxing. When I asked Lu Jingxing, he said it was an injustice. I always felt that someone said this word somewhere. It sounded familiar, but I I can't remember. But Lu Jingxing's mood has improved recently, he's not as gloomy as before, so I can relax."
Slightly narrowing his eyes, Jiang Xuanjin put this piece of letter paper aside, put it far away, and continued to read.
"I embroidered a small dress for the little scourge. Qingsi said that my workmanship is poor, but I think it was embroidered by her own mother, no matter how bad she is, she must wear it, right? I saw a piece of good material a few days ago, and I embroidered one for you too." Cloak, when you come back, give me another treasure, okay?"
Gently stroking the letter paper with his fingers, as gentle as stroking her eyebrows and eyes, Jiang Xuanjin smiled lowly, and looked at the robe on her body.
The crooked pattern attracts attention wherever he walks, but he has been wearing it all the time, and everyone in the army is used to it.
"When I went out yesterday, I heard the people on the street praising you, but all the good words were poured on you. There was also a girl who said that she would be willing to be a maid and concubine after you triumphed. Guess how I persuaded her ? Yes, that’s right! I went up and fought with her, and she lost, so I dismissed the idea, you are still mine alone!”
With a slight movement in his heart, Jiang Xuanjin turned to the painting attached to the back.
The first picture shows two familiar villains, one tall and one short, the shorter one jumps up and hugs the taller one. In the second picture, the short little man is squatting on the ground, digging the mud under the pumpkin.
So you heard it? Jiang Xuanjin pursed her lips, her ears turned red.
In the last picture, each of the two villains is holding a milk doll in his hand, the mouth is drawn with a big arc, the tall one is half bent, and the short one is holding the doll and kissing his face on tiptoes.
"I miss you." She wrote these four words at the bottom with the most correct handwriting in her life.