"What letter?"
Zhang Xingyi was woken up and asked a little strangely.
Who will write to me at this time?
"It's the letter Mr. Du sent his servants to catch up with just now."
The servant explained.
Zhang Xingyi was even more surprised when he heard this. They had just met each other. Is there anything that Elder Du couldn't say to his face?
"Bring it to me and let me see it."
It is said to be a letter, but in fact it is just a piece of paper, and it is Nanxiang Sangma paper that has been very popular recently.
The words on it are a bit messy, and it looks like they were written in a hurry.
"Feng Langjun visited the peach forest the day before yesterday, and I was fortunate enough to hear Junhou's new work: On this day last year, in this door, the human face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red. The human face did not know where to go, but the peach blossoms still laughed at the spring breeze."
"At that time, the prince's feelings were also sad and his words were compassionate, but he said that he did not want this article to be recited in the world. I deeply sighed. Now that I see the lady of the Zhang family, my feelings are also sad and my words are pitiful. I sigh. Sigh..."
"So I told you privately to protect my feelings."
At the same time, Du Zhen, who was far behind, also said silently, Feng Langjun, I have kept my promise. At first you only told me not to tell anyone, but you didn't tell me not to write it out.
I accidentally wrote it and someone saw it. This is not a breach of promise.
"The human face does not know where to go, the human face does not know where to go..."
Zhang Xingyi kept repeating this sentence in his mouth, crying and laughing at the same time.
The tears started falling again and I couldn't stop them.
But my heart was so happy that it was about to explode.
The haze that filled my heart seemed to be swept away, and my whole body felt warm and a little erratic, as if I was about to fly in the next moment.
Do I...do I want to go back?
After Zhang Xingyi wiped away her tears, her heart immediately flew back to Jincheng, and she began to think wildly.
She couldn't control her emotions, and opened the car curtain suddenly. She was about to shout, but the cold and damp air blowing in front of her suddenly calmed her down a little.
Thinking of his master's rules, it is best for a woman to get married after she is eighteen years old.
Thinking again that he is about to marry Sister Guan...
The joy that filled Zhang Xingyi's heart was like cold water poured on embers.
What if we go back?
I haven't seen his expression of sadness or pity for any emotion, so how can I know if it's true or not?
Even if it is true, then why does he want to marry Sister Guan?
Thinking of this, Zhang Xingyi suddenly gritted his teeth, "Go to hell!"
"Madam, what are your orders?"
The servant outside saw the young lady lifting the car curtain, her face suddenly clear and cloudy, and she didn't say anything for a long time, so she asked cautiously, interrupting Zhang Xingyi's thoughts.
"No!"
Zhang Xingyi's face suddenly darkened again, and she shouted, "Why are you walking so slowly? With you guys like this, when can you get to Hanzhong? Hurry up!"
Putting down the curtain, Zhang Xingyi sat back in the car, looked down at her chest again, her heart was full of melancholy, and finally converged into a hateful thought: When I reach the age allowed by your master, what will happen to me? Get rid of you!
When the time comes, I will definitely ask you to come to me in person to beg me!
While Zhang Xingyi was imagining a certain country turtle crawling at his feet, crying and begging for him to change his mind, Zhang Xingyi raised his hands like knives and slashed down, saying angrily, "I'll chop you to death! I'll chop you to death!"
It was as if he was chopping up a heartless man.
At this moment, the shaking car suddenly stopped again.
Zhang Xingyi was very angry, and suddenly opened the car curtain, and shouted, "What's wrong!"
"Go back to my wife, there is a sergeant passing by, we may have to wait."
The servants ran over to report.
"Why do you have to wait again?"
It was only a short distance out of Jincheng, and we kept bumping into each other.
Zhang Xingyi couldn't help but murmur in her heart, "Is it possible that God really doesn't want me to leave Jincheng? Otherwise, why do you keep asking me to stop?"
While I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard a voice shouting: "Hurry up!"
"If you don't hurry up, you won't make it in time!"
She looked up and saw a group of sergeants walking forward hurriedly.
It's just that this team of sergeants looks a little strange. Everyone is panting and their steps are floating, but everyone is working hard to walk forward.
If they hadn't been able to maintain the most basic formation and no one had a dejected expression, Zhang Xingyi would have almost thought that this was an army that had just been defeated on the battlefield.
The soldiers are so tired and can still drive them without any complaints. It seems that the generals of this army are also very good people.
Zhang Xingyi looked at the passing troops with some curiosity, wondering who was leading the troops?
"Today is the last day. Seeing that Jincheng is just ahead, don't lose your spirit! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"
The soldiers were so tired that they didn't expect that there were still people urging them.
Zhang Xingyi was a little worried. Wasn't he afraid that his soldiers would mutiny?
I only heard someone in the army cheering, "Everyone came to Jincheng this time to follow Feng Junhou to conquer Junping and razing the chaos to make military achievements! Don't lose the face of our Nanxiang children!"
"Drink! Drink! Drink!"
As soon as the soldiers heard this, their spirits perked up and they started shouting loudly.
No matter where these people were from before, but now their family members are all in Nanxiang, they are all considered Nanxiang people. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are descendants of Nanxiang.
In Nanxiang, if you want to obtain household registration and live a good life.
Women have to go into workshops, men have to enlist in the army, and children have to go to school.
This is common sense.
These people can be regarded as soldiers led by Feng Langjun himself.
Now that Feng Langjun has become a prince, and he has traveled thousands of miles to call people like himself here, isn't he just treating people like himself as his confidants?
Feng Langjun is a capable person. He has become a prince in just a few years. He follows the prince himself. If he is lucky, it would be great if he can be favored and learn from Old Pawn Lu!
Zhang Xingyi naturally didn't know what those soldiers were thinking, but as soon as she saw the appearance of these soldiers, she knew that her worries were unnecessary, and she couldn't help but secretly marvel in her heart.
Then I suddenly remembered that someone seemed to have mentioned someone like Feng Junhou just now? !
Her heart immediately moved.
When Feng Yong was granted the title of Marquis of Guannei, he was also appointed as the chief historian of Yuejun. When the time comes, he will lead troops to quell the rebellion of Yuejun. Zhang Xingyi naturally knows these things.
She originally just thought that this group of sergeants was a little strange, but now she subconsciously started to pay attention when she heard a certain keyword.
Could it be that these soldiers were recruited from Nanxiang?
That unconscionable guy is planning to take these people to Yuejun to put an end to the chaos?
Zhang Xingyi couldn't help but feel worried again.
She was born in a general family, so she could naturally see more things than others if she paid close attention.
However, although everyone in this group of sergeants was covered in mud and looked a little embarrassed, none of them looked downcast. Instead, they looked proud.
During this period, there were also corps commanders and the like who were constantly encouraging and reaching out to help each other.
Some people were even shouting slogans that were incomprehensible to each other:
"Is it painful?"
“The old days are the best!”
"Are you tired?"
"Are you worthy of eating steamed bun soup?"
…
Why do these soldiers look more and more weird?
It's so hard and tiring but he still enjoys it.
Thinking of the way that guy acted strangely sometimes, Zhang Xingyi suddenly felt that these soldiers... seemed to fit his style quite well!
I just always feel like something is wrong.
Huang Chongke didn't care what others thought of his team. He kept urging the soldiers to move forward with some anxiety.
The neat team that started from Hanzhong had already become sparse after half a month of long journey.
Not only that, only about 600 people were able to follow him in the end, which was really beyond his expectation.
When I was in Nanxiang, I walked sixty miles a day and still felt I had enough energy.
Now that I personally led the troops from Hanzhong to Jincheng, I realized that marching and fighting was not as simple as imagined.
In Nanxiang, all you have to do is march, and you don't have to worry about anything else.
But now, along the way, we have to worry about everything such as setting up camp, eating, morale, the physical condition of the soldiers, etc.
The benefits of Nanxiang's generous support of soldiers were finally reflected at this time.
Even after marching eighty miles a day, the soldiers were exhausted. Not only did no one complain, but everyone worked hard to move forward.
Even those who fell behind took the initiative to gather up the team and wait to return to the team, instead of escaping quietly.
Huang Chong looked up and saw the tall city wall looming in the distance.
Jincheng is finally here.
At the same time, Zhang Xingyi finally looked away and ordered, "Let's go."
The two groups of people just passed each other.
