You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 152 Enthusiasm
After being quiet for a while, Wen Qing'er murmured in a low voice: "You said that those who can't be reunited during the Mid-Autumn Festival, if they look at the same sky and the same month, does that count as conveying their thoughts?"

Yidong and Nianxia didn't know that Wen Qing'er was thinking of Ying Yu, and thought she was thinking of the eldest son Wen Yizhen, so Yidong comforted her: "Forget it, the ancients still say that thousands of miles share beauty, and the girl thinks about the eldest son Wen Yizhen." Young Master, Eldest Young Master is also thinking about the girl!"

Wen Qing'er knew that Yidong didn't know what she was thinking, so she just responded in a low voice, said nothing, and asked the two of them to help her back to Yufuyuan.

Wen Qing'er was lazily leaning halfway on the imperial concubine's couch, with her right arm lightly resting on her forehead, blocking the light from the bright moon through the carved window, Jin Qiu squatted in front of Wen Qing'er, and gently removed Wen Qing'er. The beaded hairpin on the son's head, with a comb, carefully combed the knots at the end of the soft hair.

Wen Qing'er half-closed her eyes and pretended to fall asleep, and the sound of rustling footsteps came from far to near, "Girl, let's sober up with a bowl of soup first, or I'll have a headache tomorrow."

Eyelashes fluttered slightly, Wen Qinger saw who was coming, propped her body on her slender elbows, got up slowly, took the small lamp in Nian Xia's hand, opened her red lips lightly, and said in a long and lazy voice: "Everything has been delivered ?"

"Girl, it's all delivered."

Nian Xia replied: "Sister Peihuan was waiting in front of the mansion early in the morning, leading the slaves to meet the princess.

The servant girl also met Little General Zhuyun. He heard that the little general Zhuyun went to the border with Lord Hou, and when he saw him today, the servant girl was still surprised.

Later, when I asked Sister Peihuan, I found out that Little General Zhuyun just came back to deliver letters from his family, and left in the afternoon, so it might be almost here by now. "

Wen Qing'er sipped the sober soup, and smiled lightly when she heard the words: "How can it be so fast, it will take seven or eight days to go from the capital to the border at a fast pace, and it may have just passed a city at this moment."

Ying Yu, who was separated by tens of thousands of miles, counted the journey of chasing the clouds with his fingers. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the always serious frontier defense of the city has also added some joy.

Almost half of the soldiers on duty in the garrison city settled down in the garrison city.

Some of them came with their families along with the large army, and some married girls from the garrison city, so they naturally became half of the garrison city residents.

Today I was a little more relaxed than usual, half of the guards were removed, and I took half a day off.

Most of the current epidemics have been brought under control, and there is no need for every household to tighten their doors for fear of contracting a fatal disease.

The originally desolate roads were bustling a lot, and the wine shops and food stalls began to emit steaming white steam, exuding a mouth-watering aroma.

Ying Yu patrolled the streets with people as usual, and the people in the garrison seemed to be more enthusiastic than usual.

One by one, they scrambled to hold the moon cakes they made by themselves, dug up the fine wine buried deep in their yard, and handed them to Ying Yu and his party.

In the eyes of the people in the garrison city, Lord Ying Xiaohou is not only the God of War of Daqi and the guardian of the frontier, but also his own children, family members, and friends.

Ying Yu is so busy these days that her feet don't touch the ground, and she looks thinner than before.

People's hearts are fleshy, if it is their own son, he would never be willing to let him carry the beam alone. When Ying Yu was a child, he often followed the old master to garrison the city.

Sometimes when he was busy and neglected to discipline, the old Hou Ye would throw Ying Yu away at will. Anyway, everyone in the city recognized that he was the young master of Hou Ye's family, so they would definitely not treat him harshly.

It can be said that the people in Shucheng grew up watching Ying Yu.

"Brother Yu, don't be so busy, come to your aunt's house to have a drink of hot wine. Your Uncle Wang has prepared everything at home, and even cut a plate of cooked mutton, just waiting for you to come."

Aunt Wang saw Ying Yu's group coming on tall horses from a distance, ran up to Ying Yu with small steps, and raised her hand to grab the reins under Ying Yu's crotch to prevent them from leaving.

(End of this chapter)