Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 654 Unsent Thoughts
The two made up their minds, bid farewell to Ye Zhifeng and others that day, and drove out of Hanze Imperial City.

At that time, Mu Xiuning was still helping them reorganize the frontier defense line in Hanze West, so the behavior of Mu Xici and the two of them could be regarded as the first attack and the second act.

— Cough, I hope to return to Beijing in the future, and my second brother will not make any trouble with them.

Master Mu, who was consciously wronged, looked at the sky and touched his nose, while Mo Junli, who was beside him, seriously thought about how to avoid the inevitable blow of anger from his future brother-in-law.

Based on what he knew about Mu Xiuning, he would inevitably be beaten up by this brat after they returned to Beijing. He felt that he had to make sufficient preparations in advance.

For example, get two more sets of close-fitting soft armor, or temporarily practice something like an iron cloth shirt with a golden bell cover...

The two who had embarked on the journey had a lot of wild thoughts, and rode their horses towards the direction of Qiling Mountain.

When passing Yanguan, Mo Junli went in and took out the wooden box that Yanchuan sent. At that time, he wanted to wait until he was free to open the box to see the handwriting inside. Unexpectedly, wars broke out in Hanze After that, they were so busy that they are busy now.

Fortunately, the overall situation in Northern Xinjiang is now settled, and there is no need for them to expend much energy in the follow-up, and he has found some free time to take a good look at the many letters stuffed in this box.

After entering the inn and changing his cloak, the young man sat at the table, looked at the square wooden box on the small case, and couldn't help taking a deep breath.

When his fingertips touched the lock on the box, his fingers couldn't stop trembling. He had clearly lived two lives, but he still couldn't escape the sentence of "being close to the hometown".

What is contained here... should be the family letter written by mother to uncle back then?
As Mo Junli thought about it, his expression was uncontrollably dazed for a moment, he gritted his teeth and lifted the wooden cover on the box, his half-drooped eyelashes trembled faintly.

Sure enough, there were stacks of neatly arranged old handwriting in the box. The paper of the letter paper was yellowed, and the creases and corners were also slightly fluffed by people's rubbing.

But even though the creases and corners of the letters were fluffed up, none of the letters was even half stained or damaged, which showed how much the recipients cherished them.

... These letters sent by my mother must have been read back and forth countless times by my uncle.

The young man stared blankly at the letter in the box, he waited for a long time before carefully taking out the stack of letter papers.

Under the many letter papers, there was a small box slightly bigger than the palm of your hand. Mo Junli held the letter in his hand and was silent for a moment, before finally deciding to take a look at the letter in hand.

As he expected, except for the last letter, the rest of the letters were all written by his mother to his uncle.

Mo Junli recited those handwritten scripts silently, her pupils half covered by her long eyelashes couldn't help shaking again and again.

The tone of the woman in the letter was always light and bright like that half-grown girl who had not yet left the court. He watched her babble, and told his brother one piece after another of trivial and interesting things.

Why did she quarrel with Mo Jingyao about what to eat today, and after losing the quarrel, she ran to the imperial dining room in anger, added a lot of salt and sprinkled a lot of alkali on the emperor's imperial dining room, and made Emperor Yun Jing feel ashamed? I didn't eat much all night, I just drank a lot of water miserably.

What? She has been observing for several days, and found out how many eggs the birds living on the old tree in the yard have laid and how many chicks have hatched this spring.

What about Shangyuan Festival, she thinks that the lanterns in the palace are ugly and troublesome to make, so she drags the maids and women to do it, and almost sets her Palace of Three Lives on fire...

One after another, after reading those letters, Mo Junli felt that his mother was like a little girl who was pampered and never grew up.

As he read those letters, the corners of his lips curled again and again unconsciously, until he saw that there were only three or five thin pages of letter paper left in the stack of letters. Change.

That feeling of depression started after Wen Yu passed away.

In the last handwritten letter sent by Yuan Qing to Yuan Sui, she impressively wrote the following passage:

"Brother, you are gone.

"The news from the palace people said that she collapsed after a dystocia, but I always feel that she left in a strange way.

"Shouldn't this matter have anything to do with you?

"Brother, to tell you the truth, my concubine is gone, and my world has also collapsed to a corner. I have a vague feeling... I probably don't have much work left.

"Look, Brother Huang, I have written you dozens or hundreds of letters, but you have never replied even half a word to me.

"I know that after Fu Li, I will no longer be a member of your Yuan Clan... but I didn't expect you to be so cruel.

"Forget it, if there is no reply, then there is no reply, and I don't have much life left."

At the end of the letter, his mother finally couldn't hold back the resentment, and used the honorific title, called Huangxiong.

After that, she never wrote half a letter to her uncle, even if he sneaked back to Fuli with her and spent a whole month in Shangjing, she never said hello to him.

Wen Yu's death was a fatal moment. From then on, she probably thought that her brother had completely abandoned her.

Mo Junli quietly squeezed the letter paper in his palm, and his lips were stretched into a flat and straight line.

He was silent for a long time, before he sighed for a while and looked at the two pieces of letter paper that were placed at the end, almost pressing down on the bottom of the box.

——That was a letter from my uncle to his mother, a letter that had been written off and on for nearly ten years and had never been sent.

The emperor's handwriting used to be like silver hooks and iron paintings, majestic and powerful, but the short two-page letter has been revised no less than ten times.

The young man counted the large blotches of ink that had been scratched off on the paper, and seemed to see the entangled emperor sitting by the window in a daze.

He wanted to return a letter home to his only sister, but his identity hindered him, making him desperately bury all the warmth in his belly, turning it into a puddle of water that he couldn't spit out.

So the new ink covered the old marks, and countless dark potholes appeared on the foot-long paper.

When he finally plucked up the courage and wanted to secretly deliver the letter to his little sister that was several years late, his only sister had already died in a foreign country.

Mo Junli slowly touched the ink characters that had been dusty for countless years with his fingertips, and a little sourness appeared in his eyes for no reason.

He raised his hand and took out the small box at the bottom of the box. The gold clasp at the corner of the box was engraved with his mother's favorite flower.

He caressed the face of the box engraved with dark flowers, and it took him a long time before he dared to open the small button on it.

The lid of the box was pulled away, revealing two long life locks inlaid with jade and filigree, and a rattle drum with a faded drum surface.

His and Le Wan's nicknames were engraved on the lock, and the small characters his mother used before leaving the cabinet were also hidden on the small handle of the wave drum.

——This is a box of unsent thoughts.

(End of this chapter)