After the clearing, I became the soft bag of the fourth master

Chapter 126 Two Years Later

On the contrary, it was the Mongolian Khan, who seemed a little courteous, and kept asking about Wu Ling's recent situation, leaving the concubine's hand aside.

Wu Ling just said lightly: "Where is my mother's real grave? I want to visit her before the Chinese New Year."

"This..." Mongolia Khan choked, he thought for a while, and then said: "Behind Qingshan...she sleeps soundly there, don't bother her..."

After hearing this, Wu Ling was a little puzzled.

Immediately, the Mongolian concubine explained: "The burial in Mongolia is different from that in Hanwu and in the Central Plains. The spirit mother could not do it that day. Your Abu buried her generously, just behind the green hill. Afterwards, the Great Khan sent [-] cavalry to fill it in." The reason why a good grave is to be leveled is that I don't want anyone to disturb the spirit maiden's rest..."

Wu Ling suddenly realized that she almost forgot that this is Mongolia, and there are still cultural differences.

That being the case, she is not in good health, so she won't go.

. . . . . .

New Year's Eve...

Wu Ling received a letter from Hanyu Pass...it was a letter from Si Ye's family.

Wu Ling was very excited, she slowly unfolded the family letter, there were only a few words in it:
"Ling, the new year is approaching, and I miss you every night."

Although there are only a few words, Wu Ling is still very happy. This at least proves...that the fourth master is still alive. This place is farther away from Hanyu Pass than the capital, and the road is difficult and dangerous. This letter from home can be sent here , I don't know how long it will take.

This... maybe how many letters the fourth master wrote before one of them could reach Wu Ling smoothly. Wu Ling can only sigh with emotion, the ancient communication is really worrying for me!
After the new year, Wu Ling's body became more and more inconvenient.

She felt sad when she thought about it. Other women can give birth in nine months of pregnancy, but she has to conceive for three years. Zha lived in his mother's womb for three years, but he was born with great powers. You also lived in my womb for three years, so you can't be worse than that little Nezha! Did you hear me!!"

Then, Wu Ling's stomach rumbled a few times...

After being inconvenient, Wu Ling has been staying in the small garden prepared by Mongol Khan for herself, and has rarely gone out. Although her information is blocked, fortunately, she can receive letters from Si Ye every month.

This is the most comforting thing for Wu Ling.

. . . . . .

Such peaceful days lasted for two years...

Someday after two years...

Wu Ling still received a letter from Hanyu Pass.

Although there were only a few words in it, they were all expressing longing, but at least it meant that Fourth Master was safe, that's all.

After receiving the letter, Wu Ling got up and went out.

Spring in Mongolia comes later than in other places. In April, spring flowers bloom outside.

Spring always has a fresh smell, which makes people linger after smelling it for a long time.

Wu Ling stood by the edge of the small garden. The flowers she planted this year have all sprouted and are thriving.

At this moment, Wu Ling heard some noise behind the room, as if several servants were discussing something in private.

Zi Zhi also heard it, she supported Wu Ling, and said slowly: "Princess, do you want your slaves to drive them away?!"

"No need." Wu Ling shook his head, there was some noise, so it was considered a bit human.

But just as Wu Ling and Zi Zhi were about to leave, they heard a few servants behind the room say something like "the battle in the Cold Region..."

Is there a war in the cold region?

Wu Ling was puzzled, why didn't she know, in the letters written by Fourth Master in the past, there was no mention of a war at the Hanyu Pass, he just said that everything was safe...

With doubts, Wu Ling leaned closer to listen.

One of the little maids said: "This Hanyu Pass is the fortress of the Qing Dynasty and the Junggar. I heard that the war has been going on for two years. I also heard that the person in command of the Qing Dynasty is a handsome Qing prince."

Then, another little palace lady said: "It's just a pity, I heard that the Qing Dynasty has now retreated in a row, and the coach has been arrested!"

. . .

"what are you guys saying?!"

Wu Ling finally couldn't listen anymore, she came over and asked excitedly: "Who do you think was taken away?"

The little palace lady was a little timid, she knelt down and begged for mercy.

Wu Ling held his breath, the pain in the ninja's abdomen, and said slowly: "I asked you, you answer truthfully, who was captured, and where did you hear these things?"

The little court lady looked at Wu Ling timidly, and said slowly: "Princess Ling, it is your husband-in-law in the Qing Dynasty. The fourth prince of the Qing Dynasty was captured by Junggar. The whole Mongolia knows this news, but... just Princess Ling, you don't know..."

"It's been two years since the war started? For the past two years, I've been kept in the dark?" Wu Ling was shocked. She seemed to have thought of something, and then ran back into the house desperately. She opened the brocade box under the bed.

Inside is a thick mule letter.

Wu Ling tore open one, and then looked at the handwriting on it, it really looked like the fourth master himself, and then, Wu Ling got closer and smelled it, the smell of ink...it didn't seem right...

Fourth master likes freshness and elegance the most, so the inks he uses are all made of pine wood. When you smell it carefully, there is a faint scent of rosin. The sticks are also made of rosin, and fourth master brings so many that he won't be able to use them up in five years.

And this letter... the smell of ink is mixed with the fatness of lard. If you don't smell it carefully, you really can't smell it.

Zi Zhi watched Wu Ling tear open the letters one by one, and then smelled them one by one, she was very worried, held Wu Ling's hand, and asked: "Princess, what are you doing?"

"These letters are not right...it was not written by the fourth master." Wu Ling was very sure, she said: "This kind of ink is made of fragrant wood mixed with lard, and it is only used in the Great Khan Palace of Mongolia. !"

"Princess, what do you mean?" Zizhi was puzzled...

Wu Ling got up suddenly, and she said: "Go prepare the carriage, I'm going to the Great Khan Palace, I want to see Abu!" Wu Ling wanted to ask clearly in person why the Mongolian Khan lied to herself, or wrote to herself in the tone of the fourth master. Do so many letters make her feel at ease?
At this moment...Zi Zhi froze in place, staring at the floor blankly.

With trembling fingers, she pointed at the place where Wu Ling was sitting just now, her voice trembling: "Blood...blood..."

Wu Ling also lowered her head and saw the blood left on the ground, which belonged to her, and she was bleeding.

Immediately afterwards, the pain in the lower abdomen invaded from the inside out, and Wu Ling held her belly in pain. In just a moment, beads of sweat the size of beans formed on her head, and Wu Ling supported the wall in discomfort: "Zizhi, I seem to be giving birth..."

(End of this chapter)