Salted Fish Lady Loves to Eat Melons

Chapter 117 Xiao Jin Lied
The rough handwriting and plain words show that Xiao Jin has not read many books, but the longing he expresses is so sincere and moving.

It made Wen Qingwan, who had been well-read in poetry and books since childhood, feel ashamed of herself, and she could feel a strong resonance from those crooked lines of words.

The ink-colored handwriting was like flowing tears, staining the paper with deep sadness.

He said that he had placed her in the most important position in his heart since he was eleven years old, and he resolutely went to the battlefield at the age of twelve, eager to win fame.

When he was eighteen years old, he finally returned to Beijing with success and fame. He immediately proposed to Minister Wen, but unfortunately, Minister Wen rejected him completely.

He thought that since Minister Wen's second daughter had been designated as a concubine by the Crown Prince, it was understandable that the eldest daughter had higher demands.

Blame it on his lack of ability, so he rushed to the battlefield again with infinite sadness, hoping to earn greater fame and fortune so that he could marry the little girl he had been thinking about.

In the end, he did achieve fame and fortune, but his legs were injured and he could not even limp properly when walking. How could he have the nerve to ask for marriage?

Although he never believed in Buddhism, he would pray silently in his heart every morning and evening, praying that his little girl would marry a man of her dreams.

Perhaps his sincerity moved the heavens, and Minister Wen took the initiative to ask his father to propose marriage...

This was the first time Xiao Jin confessed his love to her, and after they got married she also felt his love.

But she was afraid of misunderstanding and didn't dare to accept it. After all, they didn't know each other before, so where did his affection come from?

Could it be that on their wedding night, she forcefully dislocated his wrist?

She herself wouldn't believe it, so she locked her heart away and pretended not to understand his feelings.

While reading his letter home, her heart felt as if it was pierced by a needle and the pain was unbearable.

She leaned against the table, gently stroking the words with her fingers, as if she could feel the torment and helplessness in his heart.

The letters home described his longing for her who was far away, and that longing burned his heart like a flame.

He finally wrote: "Every time he fought against the Northern Di army, he fought desperately for fear of getting hurt again and causing his wife to dislike him..."

"Every night, I have won the favor of my wife in my dreams, but when I wake up, I always find that it is still just a fantasy in my heart..."

His words are full of deep affection for her, longing for the future, and helplessness about the distance.

Every word and sentence seemed to jump off the paper, making her immersed in it.

Wen Qingwan felt like she had something stuck in her throat. She had already prepared to take the initiative when getting married, but in the end...

Xiao Jin wrote everything down on paper, giving her a novel reading experience. If she also wrote down her feelings on paper, would he feel at ease?
She gently stroked the texture of the font, as if she was touching his warm palm.

After she read it eighteen times, she slowly spread out the rice paper that Jinlan had prepared in advance.

The evening wind whistled outside the window, making a faint rustling sound on the curtains. The candlelight in the room flickered, casting mottled shadows.

Her heart was also beating in this moment, the flame of longing burned her heart, making her feel an inexplicable passion.

She held the wolf-hair brush, and the tip of the brush danced on the paper, outlining each beautiful word.

Longing surged in her heart like a tide, and she used all her heart to carve that deep affection into every stroke of the pen.

She had written eight full pages and hadn't stopped yet. Wen Qingwan felt that writing it down was much easier than speaking it out.

In the end, she didn't write anything as corny as Xiao Jin, like "when waking up from a dream".

She wrote down a song that she had heard the Seventh Prince's wife sing in her previous life. She said she had composed the music for him and would sing it to him when he returned.

[The wind blows and the clouds move but the sky does not move; the water pushes the boat but the shore does not move; the knife cuts the lotus root but the threads do not break; the mountains are high and the waters are far but the love remains.

The rain is lingering and the love is lingering. How many stories are in my heart? In the misty rain in May, I sing about Yangzhou. A century of coincidences is amazing. Good and evil will be punished. Good and evil will be punished. Good and bad fortune will be determined by the law of nature. Marriage is like a thread. Everything should be done by yourself...】

"Master, it's late at night, why aren't you asleep yet?" Jinlan asked in surprise as she pushed open the door.

She was lying on the couch in the outer room, and when she opened her eyes she saw the silhouette of her master sitting there writing something reflected in the window.

She was so frightened that her sleepiness disappeared. She immediately went into the house and poured a cup of hot tea for Wen Qingwan, "Master, have a cup of hot tea."

"I'm writing a letter to the Marquis. Anyway, there's nothing important to do tomorrow, so it's okay to sleep late."

"Master, I saw in the book that a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold coins. You have been writing this letter for most of the night, so it must be worth ten thousand gold coins."

"As long as he is happy, it doesn't matter how much gold it is worth." Wen Qingwan took the teacup and took several sips.

Then she carefully sealed a thick stack of letters from home. In the previous few times, Jinlan was the one who did the sealing of the letters.

"Master, just leave it to me." Jinlan put down the teapot and moved forward, scaring Wen Qingwan so much that she immediately dodged sideways.

"No." Wen Qingwan said a little guiltily. What she wrote in the previous few times were just trivial matters at home, so she was naturally not afraid of Jinlan seeing it.

Although Jinlan didn't dare to look, Wen Qingwan felt guilty.

"Master, I heard that the Marquis's letter was sent back along with the 800-mile express victory report."

"Ah."

"Master, aren't you moved?" Jinlan asked curiously with bared teeth. She just said "hmm". How calm!
"Jinlan, didn't you say that it was late and asked me to go to bed early?" Wen Qingwan didn't want to say more.

Why isn't she touched? If she wasn't touched, would she have wasted her sleeping time writing a letter home?

"Master, I'll go get you some hot water so you can wash your face again." Jinlan said as she turned around and went to the small kitchen in their yard to boil water.

Wen Qingwan took advantage of this gap to seal the letters from home tightly, and then put Xiao Jin's letter into the space.

Xiao Jin, who was in the northern military camp at the moment, felt uneasy. He lay in the center of the simple tent, counting the days anxiously.

Would his little girl, who was far away in the capital, be happy or angry when she received the letter from home?

He lied and didn't dare tell the little girl that he was seriously injured again and almost died.

Fortunately, she gave him the antidote pill, otherwise he would have reported to the underworld that day!

So he wrote her a ten-page letter despite his injuries, recording every detail of their relationship.

The only thing he didn't dare tell her was that he almost died!

The moonlight poured through the gaps in the tent, casting a faint silver glow.

Xiao Jin closed his eyes and recalled the thrill of that day when he was fighting fiercely with the Beidi general.

Suddenly a poisonous arrow shot from a distance and hit his chest accurately.

He felt a sharp pain, as if countless needles were piercing his body, and the venom of the poisonous arrow spread rapidly.

His body gradually became numb and breathing became difficult. He tried his best to continue fighting.

But his body seemed to be tightly bound and he could not move. He fell off his horse in an instant and was almost trampled to death by the warhorse.

(End of this chapter)