You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 215 Suffering
Ever since Cha Zhuyun sent the letter home, Ying Yu has always been concerned.

He knew that it was not polite to deliver a letter to Qingqing in private, and his language was rather reckless, lest he would offend Qingqing.

He thinks that his heart is like a rock, unbreakable by wind and rain, but who knows that it is "a mistake for life at first sight".

Parting does not calm the mind, but intensifies it, making it hard to hold on.

After being away from Beijing for more than a month, Ying Yu has never been so eager to go back as she is now. The daily thoughts are superimposed, and the number of letters secretly written and torn up is unknown.

After much deliberation and careful consideration, I wrote this seemingly rambling, but actually full of friendship letter.

It is inevitable that there will be apprehension and hesitation in his heart. If Qingqing is annoyed at his recklessness, he will ignore him. He just wished he could hit the ground with his head and be speechless to see the person he misses.

In addition to being uneasy, there is still some luck, Qingqing is not a heartless person, if he really gets Qingqing's three or two words, he will be satisfied.

It took more than ten days for Zhuyun to come and go, and Ying Yu went up to the tower to look far away every day, waiting for Zhuyun to come galloping with his letter.

Due to Ying Yu's previous years of fighting with Hu Guo, he had accumulated a lot of prestige in the army, and his rule was strict. When the soldiers saw Yongweihou, they were both respectful and fearful.

Unexpectedly, the Marquis of Yongwei didn't know which muscle was wrong in the past few days. He climbed up the tower every day and was on duty with the soldiers, even handing over the daily patrol to others.

The officers and soldiers on the city tower were secretly fearful, each of them straightened their backs, not daring to relax at all, the world is suffering unspeakably.

It was like this for ten days in a row, until the guards from Zhuyun came back, and everyone saw that Marquis Yongwei walked down the tower quickly, and no longer patrolled here every day.

As soon as Zhuyun entered the city, he saw that all the soldiers around him looked at him with tears in their eyes, with deep affection, and their eyes were as real as they were.

Zhuyun couldn't help being terrified, and hurriedly left this place of right and wrong.

Ying Yu went back to the tent first, hiding all her longings.

But I was really restless, complaining secretly why Zhuyun came so slowly, it was more difficult than living like a year.

Ying Yu let out a long sigh, and simply danced around outside the tent with his sword in hand to calm down his eager heartbeat. Whether Qingqing likes him or angers him depends on what happened!

Zhuyun led the horse to the main tent, and saw a circle of people around the door, the swordsmanship was sometimes fierce and tricky, and sometimes weak and boneless, and the crowd burst into applause when the dance was so subtle.

Zhuyun fastened his horse and waited quietly at the side. After Ying Yu accepted the ceremony, Zhuyun hurried up to meet him: "Master, the letter from home has arrived!"

It was cold in the frontier, and Ying Yu was sweating a little while wearing only a thin martial robe. Before he could touch the beads of sweat, Ying Yu quickly walked into the tent.

He took the cloth towel beside him and wiped his palms clean before reaching out to receive the two letters from Zhuyun.

Ying Si's handwriting was on the two envelopes, and Ying Yu's heart suddenly eased as he held them, one of them must be Qingqing's.

With a pinch of two fingers, the two letters were one thin and the other thick, Ying Yu felt a little nervous again.

Stretching the head is also a slash, retracting the head is also a slash, I simply opened the thin one first, if it really fulfilled what I thought before, and only got some few words, I will inevitably feel a little regretful.

In this matter, it is inevitable that people will be a little aggressive, and Ying Yu is no exception.

Now that I know that I have got Qingqing's letter, I will greedily want to get more. How can I be satisfied with just a few words?
Opening the envelope, there was only a thin piece of paper sandwiched in the middle. With difficulty, he pulled out the letter with his fingers, his heart beating like a war drum, and all the ups and downs poured into his heart at once.

It was Ying Yu's first taste of this torture, and he loved and hated it at the same time, complaining that he was no longer calm and composed as usual.

(End of this chapter)