After interpenetrating with Lord Hou, he became addicted to house fighting

Chapter 515 To write a book

Rong An was very excited all day long, and when he stopped to rest, he was thinking that his parents must not have time to go to the south of the Yangtze River in winter.

Then go with him in spring?

It’s best to start at the end of the first lunar month. When you arrive in Jiangnan, it’s just the fireworks in March.

When the scenery is good, people's mood will also improve, and the success rate of marriage proposal is also higher.

It's better to let Ah Yin go back together.

With her boat in front and her own boat behind, she can still be kept safe. If she goes back first, it will be easier for her father-in-law to be persuaded.

I don't know how the preparations for the meeting ceremony at the parents' side are going. He remembers that he once told his mother about his father-in-law, uncle, and brother-in-law's preferences. Mother's work... should be reliable, right?

In addition to the things prepared by my mother, I have to prepare something myself, not to mention those gifts.

You can't give the old father-in-law the impression that you are just a reckless man.

But my own writing style is really not very good!

Then use your strengths and avoid weaknesses, and write about your military career.

You don't have to start writing when you first joined the army.

The father-in-law should be more interested in knowing the experience of Ayin's participation in the battle against the Northern Qi Dynasty.

Then write down all these things in your own plain language, and remember to write about customs and customs. Uncle Chu Er should like to read it.

Oh, by the way, let me tell you about the weapons in the army, it's better to sell them badly, and my uncle will definitely help!

Hey!

Therefore, apart from rushing on the road, Rong An dealt with trivial matters in the army by the way, conceiving his "writing" in his mind.

After camping for the night, he began drafting.

It's just that I didn't expect it, the idea was simple, and when I actually wrote it, I didn't know where to start.

If it’s a straightforward story, my father-in-law would definitely not like to watch it, but if it’s lively and interesting, I can’t do it either!
Alas, it would be great if Ah Yin was here!

Regardless of so many things, let's just make a draft. After returning to Beijing, I will ask A Yin to polish it, and finally transcribe and sort it out by myself.

The name is "Northern Chronicles".

With a swipe of his pen, he wrote four big characters that penetrated the back of the paper, and then started his own creation.

Until the third watch, he was still tireless.

It was Rong Jin who came over to remind: "Master Hou, it's getting late, and we have to continue our journey tomorrow, so let's rest early."

Only then did Rong An reluctantly put down his pen.

Because of sitting for a long time, my body is a little stiff, so I get up and move around, and I am going to go out to blow some air.

Rong Mu brought his soldiers over to deliver hot water for washing, and asked, "Master Hou, do you want to bring the No. 17 book box?

"There are all records about the North."

Master Hou is going to be on par with his future father-in-law, and is going to write a book to talk about it?
But Hou Ye's writing style is only slightly better than those of them. Can he show his shame in front of Chu Daru?

Still need to refer to some literature.

"No need," Rong An waved his hand, "I'm going out to blow some air, you guys clean up the inside, I'll wash up later."

The cold wind outside the tent was biting, but the air was exceptionally clean.

Looking up at the sky, a first-quarter moon is shining brightly, and a few stars are shining brightly not to be outdone.

How long has it been since he looked up at the night sky quietly?
"Master Hou," Rong Mu came out to ask after an unknown amount of time, "The hot water is almost cold, you should hurry back!"

Aren't you afraid of the cold on weekdays? What's going on today?

Rong Mu also raised his head to look at the sky, can he still see a flower?

Rong An withdrew his gaze, turned around to go back to the tent, suddenly felt dizzy, and his feet went limp.

(End of this chapter)